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"Will I d-do that again?" She asked quietly as he grabbed a new wipe.
"Yes." He nodded, wiping down her forehead.
"A lot?" She questioned, swallowing thickly.
"Yes." He repeated. "What are you thinking?"
"W-whether to do it or not." She sniffle...
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2005
(Warnings: body shaming, mentions of stretch marks, mentions of pubic hair, Dreykov. In this chapter, Nova gets picked apart and self conscious so don't read if you're sensitive to these subjects or they make you uncomfortable)
Nova walked stiffly beside Madam B down towards the doctors room. Since Lily's death, the girl had been more focused, her music always louder in her ears. The Red Room had decided to give her pills to help her concentrate as well. They worked but they would wear off after some time.
Jenny felt bad for her because she knew Nova wasn't to blame for Lily's murder but she blamed herself for it and would continue to do so forever. At night, Jenny would sneak from her bed and into Nova's, trying to give her some form of comfort, always getting out when she fell asleep.
Nova kept the flower necklace she had given Lily before she died, always having it on her body at all times. Whether it was around her neck or in her pocket, it was with her.
Madam B shoved the girl into a hospital bed and she sat down, back straight and face blank, as ordered. A nurse walked in with greying brown hair, a slender figure and almost perfect tanned skin. She analysed Nova just by looking at her.
"Stand up." The nurse ordered and she did so, following her towards some form of scales. "Get on. These will measure your height and weight. Strip."
Uncomfortable, Nova did as she was told, her suit dropping to the floor with her boots, Lily's necklace tucked into her pocket. Everything was removed from her body including hair bobbled, leaving her completely bare as she stepped onto the scales.
"Hm, 186 pounds." The nurse hummed. "That's about 13 stone. And you're 5'10. Slightly overweight although I can't see any fat on your body so it should be the muscle and your chest that's adding the extra pounds."
I've grown two inches, Nova mused in her mind, not daring to move with Madam B's and the nurses eyes on her.
"Get off the scales." The nurse directed and she did so, not expecting for her face to be grabbed. "Your baby fat has gone now. Sharp jawline as well as cheekbones. You look like a woman, Nova."
Fuck, Nova thought.
"But no man would want you at the moment." Madam B mumbled, moving beside the nurse to scan her body with beady eyes. "Perhaps some, but you aren't good enough, yet."
"What's wrong?" The nurse questioned, wondering if she would have to alter Nova at all.
"Get Dreykov." Madam B ordered and the nurse nodding, scurrying off the call the Russian man down. "My prize, you need to be perfect, do you understand?"
