DARKNESS IS LIGHT

Chapter 4

KELSEY

I took a step back as the door began to open. Then in came the escort. He looked me up and down and a smirked played on his lips as his eyes landed on my thighs. I crossed my legs feeling exposed, not being properly covered by the towel. His smirk was replaced with a frown.

"Follow me."

I did as I was told. We left the bathroom and went up a flight of stairs to another floor. This one, much more appealing that the one below. It was well lit, and smelt like air fresheners. There were girls there, of all races. Each accompanied by an escort. Some were crying while others heads hung low. Everyone was minding their own business though. No one dared to look at me, but I was staring like a fucking deer in the middle of the road when it sees headlights.

We stopped in front of another door and my escort knocked twice.

"Come in", I heard a muffled voice say from behind the door before we entered.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I wasn't expecting to see a freaking doctors office. A man in scrubs stepped from behind a few curtains, wearing a face mask. His eyes landed on me and he slightly shook his head. 

"What do we have here?" He asked as if not seeing I'm a fucking girl. Who's been kidnapped.

"She's here for a checkup." The escort said, motioning me towards the doctor.

"Well hurry up now little girl. Sit down so I can get this over with." He pointed towards the bed. I did as he said.

The doctor stood before me, examining for a while before he sighed.

"Show me your arms." I stretched them out and he looked at my elbow pits.

"Your toes." He examined between them, obviously trying to figure out if I'm on drugs. Which I am not.

He proceeded to take a folder from the table beside the bed and a pen from his pocket.

"What's your name child?"

"Kelsey, Kelsey Graham." I answered nervously.

He wrote it the folder.

"Age?"

"18"

He looked up at me and wrote again.

"Have you ever done any form of drugs?"

"No sir."

"Are you sure?" He pressed.

"Yes sir." I answered truthfully. I'd seen what those stuff did to my mother so I wanted no part in it. He wrote in the folder again.
Through all this, the escort just stood there, staring like the cocksucking creep he is.

"Show me your teeth." I showed them to him and he nodded.

"Now open." I opened my mouth and he examined inside.

"Ok. Please stand on that scale over there in the corner." Again, I did as instructed and went to stand on the scale ready to be weighed like a fucking chicken. I wasn't underweight, Mr Green ensured that I ate well. He would cook for the both of us and take it to work every day. I truly miss him.

"Head up", the doctor beamed and I rose my head from the floor. He smiled at me and wrote again in the folder. It's obvious by now that he's documenting my information.

"Good, now stand by that stadiometer." He points to the ruler thingy on the wall.

While moving of I caught a glimpse in the folder and no surprise he was filling out a form. About me. He took my height next and wrote it down again.

Then, he motioned me to a bed behind the curtains, out of the sight of my escort.
"Lay there."

I did as I was told, anxiety eating at my nerves. He sat at the end of the bed, looking up at me.

"Open your legs." His command took me by surprise.

"What?" I shot up from my position. He rolled his eyes.

Oh hell no. I'm not about to have this man looking at my pussy.

"Look little girl, I do this every day and trust me the reactions are always like yours. This is a medical procedure and it needs to be done. So relax it'll be over before you know it."

I hesitantly laid back down and slowly open my legs. Thank God I waxed myself often. As uncomfortable as I felt I knew it had to be done. He did this all the time, so I was nothing special. I tried occupying my mind with thoughts other than the fact that this man was looking at my lower area but flinched when something cold entered my vagina.

"What the fuck." I groaned, feeling a little burning sensation.

I looked down at the doctor who was looking up at me, bewilderment written on his face.

"What's wrong?" I queried.

"Nothing," he replied nonchalantly. " You can get off the bed now". I obeyed and followed behind him as he took up my file and led me back to my escort.

I saw him stamp the form with a red stamp and then placed a gold looking sticker at the front of the folder.

What the fuck?!

That can't be good.

"Dove l'hai trovata?" He looked at my escort with amusement. What's with the language change now.
[Where did you find her]

"É necessario?" The escort raised a brow at him.
[Is that necessary]

"Maybe." The doctor shrugged, causing him to glance at me.

"Vergine." He smiled before handing him the folder. The escort looked at me and grinned.
[Virgin]

What the fuck are they even going on about. I soon felt a tight grip on my arm as the escort pulled me from the doctor's office.

His grip was still firm on my arm as we walked through the halls and he led me into another room.

"Emelia!" He shouted. Soon after a middle aged woman came walking briskly towards us. He pushed me towards her.

"Get her ready. Lei è l'evento principale di stasera".
[She's the main event for tonight]

She nodded before signalling for me to follow her. And like the headless chicken I am....

I did as required.

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