Page 51 of Firethorne
He wasn’t sure.
Maybe he’d save me.
“Of course I’m sure,” Firethorne barked. “And you need to get on with it. This is why I keep you on a retainer, doctor, for issues like this.”
He was a doctor.
A fucking doctor, who was going to do something to a helpless woman strapped to a bed.
He was no doctor.
Doctors swore an oath to heal and protect their patients.
This man was a monster, the same as Firethorne.
The man sighed, and I watched as he put a medical bag onto a table close by and opened it, taking out what looked like a fucking medieval torture device.
I screamed as loudly as my muffled voice would let me through the gag, and Firethorne rolled his eyes.
“For goodness sake, Maya, calm down. We just need to do a little examination and then this will all be over.” And then his eyes became slits, throwing an evil glare my way. “This could’ve been avoided if you’d behaved yourself. But you couldn’t helpyourself, could you... and neither could my bastard child.” And then he muttered, “If she thinks this is bad, she’s not going to last five minutes when we do the handover.”
Handover?
Behaved myself?
Bastard child?
What the hell was going on?
I didn’t have time to process any of it as the doctor came to stand between my open legs. The stirrups clattered as I tried to move, tried to close them to protect myself, but I couldn’t. Firethorne stood next to him, holding his phone up as he recorded what was happening, and I closed my eyes as he held up the long metal device, smearing it with gel, and then, as he pushed it inside me, I held my breath. Sweat trickled down my face and back. My body shook. And warnings blared loud in my ears, ringing as my heart felt like it was about to give out.
“The hymen is still intact,” the doctor announced, and then he pulled the device free, and my eyes flew open as I gasped for breath.
“Good. I’ll get this video sent to Edward right away. I want this deal finalised before noon tomorrow. And until then, she stays right here. There’s a lot of money at stake, and I’m not fucking around anymore.”
What the fuck?
He was selling me to Edward?
“She’ll need food and water, she’s very dehydrated,” the doctor said, and then with a hint of remorse in his eyes, he added, “And she needs to be allowed to move her arms and legs. It’s dangerous to keep her restrained like this.”
“I employ you for your medical expertise,” Firethorne snapped. “And you gave me that two minutes ago. I have no need or desire to hear anything else that you think I should or shouldn’t do in my own home. And besides, she needs to getused to being restrained. It’s not barbaric, it’s training. She’ll get a lot worse with her next owner.”
Owner?
I started to thrash and scream again. I was no one’s fucking property.
The doctor nodded, and as he walked towards the door, I hollered through the gag, begging him to come back, to do something. And then, I saw Beresford standing outside the door as the doctor opened it and walked away. And Beresford entered the room, taking the doctor’s place.
“The father is asking to speak to you,” he said to Firethorne, giving me a quick and shame-filled glance before refocusing on his boss. “I told him to wait next door.”
“I’ve got nothing to say to him,” Firethorne shot back. “Tell him the transaction has been completed and his role in all this has come to an end. I want him off my property.”
“I told him that,” Beresford replied. “But he’s refusing to leave. Says he needs to see his daughter one last time.”
“She isn’t his daughter anymore,” Firethorne hissed, then he clenched his jaw as he barked, “Deal with him. I don’t have time for this. You know what to do.”
Beresford nodded, and with his head hung low, he made his way out of the room, leaving the door ajar as if he was taunting me.
