Page 73 of His Hell Girl

The door to the cell rattles, and two guards step inside the room.

"Your turn, brats," they yell, coming inside and grabbing us roughly. Vanya accidentally drops Lulu, her eyes immediately filling up with tears as he yelps in pain.

But we don't have any time to react as we're shoved outside the cell and taken down a dark corridor.

"Vlad," she whispers in a low voice, "I'm scared." She looks at me, her eyes wide with fear.

I am too, but I can't show it. Not when she needs my support.

"It's going to be okay. Just like the other consults." I try to be optimistic, but something about this feels awfully ominous.

Even the building looks worse than the one we'd been in before, so I don't have high hopes.

We make a right down a narrow staircase before we're ushered inside a huge room full with medical equipment.

Vanya and I are separated by the guards as we're pushed toward a pair of high beds. We barely have time to react as we're raised on the beds, our hands and feet strapped to the metal hinges.

When the guards are gone, it's not long before a man comes inside. He's wearing a white robe, like the other doctors. His height is like my father's, but he doesn't have the muscles to accompany it.With light-brown hair and dark-blue eyes, he doesn't look as menacing as the other doctors. He even has asmall smile on his face as he comes toward us, picking up a pair of gloves on the way.

"What do we have here?" he exclaims, his gaze moving quickly over me before switching over to Vanya, his eyes lighting up with interest.

I swallow, unsure if I like that.

"And who is this little princess?" He heads to Vanya's side, picking up a strand of her hair and bringing it to his nose, inhaling.

"What's your name, darling?" he asks, a weird smile on his face.

"Vanya." My sister blinks, just as confused as me.

"Vanya, such a pretty name. For a pretty lady," he comments, going around his table full of utensils, his hands moving dramatically in the air as if he's contemplating which one to choose.

Eventually, he settles on a small set of needles, turning back to us, his smile even wider.

"I'm Miles," he says proudly, "and you're very lucky to be chosen. My criteria is very strict, and I have to say. We haven't had a full set of twins pass the tests in quite a while." He moves around, coming to sit next to Vanya's bed.

"And you, darling, are the first girl in averylong time," he sighs. "But such a pretty thing you are," he continues, his gloved hand trailing down her cheek.

I guess you could say Vanya's pretty. She's definitely the more good looking one of the two of us. With her frail frame, black hair and black eyes against pale skin, she looks like a porcelain doll. But I don't like the way he's saying it to her. It feels… predatory.

"Why, I'll have the best fun breaking you," he says excitedly, and I frown, not really understanding his meaning.

He heads to my side first, regarding me for a moment through narrowed eyes before choosing a fairly big needle.

"Now, let's see how this feels," he says, inserting the needle into my arm without any preliminaries.

I jerk away in pain, my eyes wide as I take in his smile.

"On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?" he asks, his hand applying pressure on the needle and moving it around.

"Five," I answer, taking a deep breath and forcing my eyes not to tear up in pain.

Somehow I think he wouldn't appreciate that display.

"Wonderful," he replies, taking out the needle, blood gushing out of my skin before choosing another one and jabbing it again into the same spot. The tip is bigger, so it immediately enlarges the wound.

I stifle a moan of pain.

"Now?"

---