"Steven, be gentler with her! For Christ sake, you're going to cause me more work than needed!" Peggy vociferates.

Are you shitting bricks? Is she really referring to my injuries as work!?

I stand here frozen, wanting to scream so badly till my lungs give in. But knowing no one would come in here to rescue me, it's pretty much pointless.

I feel hands at my hips and my eyes widen knowing what he's going to do. He tucks his fingers into the sides of my shorts before pulling it down along with my underwear. My dignity instantly leaving my body. He pushes my back down in an arch form, and I end up bending over the bed. He tries to split my legs apart with the one hand while the other kept me down. I refused to allow him to humiliate me this way and kept my thighs tightly squeezed.

Just as I try to force myself up, Peggy inserts the proctoscope into my rectum, while my thighs are still shut together!! I couldn't help but give out a loud cry, and instantly gave up keeping my legs in such an uncomfortable position. The pain was surreal. Shame and violation consumed me to a point of no return. Hot tears, causing my eyes to burn, streamed down my face.

I stop crying out loud once the pain slightly subsides. As soon as I think that she's done, she pushes the damn thing even deeper in. Natural reflexes causes me to clench my buttcheeks, only making matters worse. 

"Don't do that, you're only going to end up hurting yourself!" Peggy yells. 

No shit Sherlock.

"The faster we get this done, the better. For both of us!" she announces yet again.

"And I'm just a brick wall?" Steven questions.

Ha, I knew it!

Steven's concrete block of a hand is still on my back, keeping me in place. The fact that he is most likely staring at my bare behind and Peggy is looking inside of it, makes me cringe so badly. I feel like they're star gazing and my ass is the telescope.

Peggy eventually pulls the ass grinder out of my rectum and places it in the tray. A sense of relief washes over me, and as for my dignity, it hopped onto the nearest flight and took off. Never to look back again. I lost it the second that moron defiled me.

Steven let's go of me and I awkwardly stand up, my back cracking in the process. I slowly bend down to pull up my shorts and underwear. 

"Can I go back to my room?" I ask without looking up to her. 

"No."

Say what!? She practically just raped your ass!! And now you can't leave!? Okay Jess, calm down. I'm equally frustrated.

"Why not?" I question, looking up. My eyes shot deeply into hers. 

"There are more evaluations to be done." She says in a 'duh' tone. 

Uhm, I don't think so. In fact, I've just about had enough of this. If I stay in this place any longer, I would sure as hell become deranged and erratic.

"Not a damn chance! Take me back to my room, NOW!!!" I strongly exclaim while walking towards the door. Peggy opens her mouth to say something, but Steven beats her to it. "Stop acting like the bitch you are. Sit the fuck down and do as she tells you to!!!" He yanked me by the hair and dragged my body back over to the bed.

And here I thought Peggy said they don't want to hurt us, Jess exclaims.

Us? What do you mean us, Jess? I'm the one experiencing the pain. You're just my conscience who-... my protesting thoughts get cut off by Peggy, as Steven now throws me into the bed. I crash into it before landing, yet again, onto the cold cement floor.

"For heaven sake, Steven! I swear on the president's life, a good strangle will do you well!" she yells before taking a deep breath to try and calm herself. Wait, did I really speak to my inner voice... Using... my inner voice!?... I think to myself as I try to force my body back up from the floor.

"Vivian," she begins her attention now on me, "please cooperate, you have no other choice. I am really trying to make this as easy as possible for you. That's why I wanted to get the worst done first after the basics." She says in a calm tone, yet stands visibly annoyed by my rigid behaviour.

I finally make my way to an upright position, all the while struggling, Steven simply stands fixed in his spot watching me with crossed arms. His face is expressionless. He simply stands there. Watching.

"Does he have to be here?" I ask, glancing over at Steven then back at her. 

"If you promise to b-" Steven cut Peggy off with an angered tone, "You really think I'm going to leave you here alone with this uncooperative hell cat?" And before she's able to protest, he walks over to the desk, pulls out a chair and places his solid rock ass firmly onto the metal seat.

Peggy decided to leave it and turned her attention back to me. "Take your top and bra off." My eyes grew wide and my puzzled look asked, 'why?'. "I have to check for any abnormalities. Especially for any growths or lumps in your breast." She explained.

I glance over to where Steven is seated for a brief second and from the ruthless glare he's sending my way, I know I have no choice but to obey. I punish myself internally, regretting giving in so easily. But I'm in no mood to get chucked around like a rag doll or to feel Steven forcing my clothing off of my body again.

I slowly lift my top up over my head, before throwing it to the ground. I turn around, with my back now facing him. Then unclip my bra and drop it slowly to the ground beneath me. Now what?

"I need you to lay flat on the bed," Peggy speaks up.

What? But, Steven is right there! Watching you like a hawk watches its prey... Dammit, I know Jess.

"Will you do it in this time zone still?" It's more of a demanding tone than him actually asking a question. That's when I realize I had yet to move. I've just been staring at the bed this entire time.

I felt like putting up a fight. To show them that they don't own me. To prove that I'm stronger than they think I am. But I didn't. I couldn't. For some or other reason; what I felt and what my body was physically doing, were two completely different things. It was mind over matter at this point.

I find myself sliding my body onto the bed. Lying flat on my back, Peggy walks over to me. She starts pressing her fingers into my skin all around on my stomach. But does it with such force, I feel like an overloaded suitcase she's trying to suppress. Then she moves her hands upwards, still applying pressured fingers to my body. Till eventually, her fingers find their way to my boobs. Not only is this uncomfortable, but she applies such force, I swear one of my boobs shifted out of place.

Once she's done treating me like luggage, she grabs the file and jots down all necessary info needed. I remain on the bed for a few more seconds before sitting up and folding my arms across my bare chest. As I'm about to climb off and put my bra and top back on, Peggy stands in front of me. I automatically look down to her hands.

A NEEDLE! For what!?

I snap my head back up to her, "You are not drugging me!"

"You do realize that it's empty? I only need a blood sample. Now don't be difficult and it'll be over before you know it," she assures me and I straighten out my left arm.

As the needle nears my skin, I can feel my heartbeat quickening. I've never been good around needles. My parents always had to hold me down to get the doctor to inject me. As for my growing age, it never made things easier for them.

I jerk my arm away from her, holding it close to my body. A look of annoyance and exhaustion plasters both Peggy and Steven's face. Steven rises from his chair and makes his way over to me.

"Don't you dare touch me you pervert," I spat at him.

I saw his hand raising. Probably going to yank me by the hair again.. I thought to myself. But before I knew it. Something made contact with my skin. A pain shot throughout my face. My cheek felt like it was on fire. Did he just smack me!? Why the hell would he do that!! I'm the victim here!! I'm not at fault!!

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Anger boils inside me and I have to let it out. 

"Vivian please stop!" Peggy pleads before Steven gets a chance to respond. "Let's just get this done with," she states, her eyes showing signs of guilt. The type of guilt which says, 'I'm only doing what I have to'. 

Steven grabs my left arm forcefully, much more than needed and stretches it out for Peggy to insert the needle. As she pierces my skin with it, I gasp at the painful pinch. I try to pull away, but Steven has me firmly in place.

Once Peggy has the blood she needs, she withdraws the needle and places cotton and medical tape over the little hole. Steven let's go off my arm but doesn't go back to his seat. 

"You can leave now." I grit through my teeth. 

But he doesn't budge. 

"Actually I need him to stay," Peggy says looking up from the file, "because you won't like the next one. I just saw it on the list." 

I look at her knitting my brows together in confusion.

"I need to check if you're really a virgin or not." She sighed, placing the file down and going over to the door. "WHAT!?" How can they not believe me? Why would I lie about my virginity? "I need to go and get a few things. Please don't cause any trouble. You can remove your clothing for the time being and lay flat on the bed. I'll be back soon." Then she left.

Because removing your clothing, lying flat on the bed with a pervert watching you is not a strategically placed 'rape me' sign, my conscience exclaims. Jess, you are 100% correct. There's no freaking way. I'll wait till she comes back.

Steven suddenly blocks my view of the door with his chest facing me. I look up into a pair of dark brown pupils with green specks scattered at random. His facial expression dark, vile and wicked. "You're not going to start with your shit again hell cat. So remove-"

"Stop calling me that!"

"What?" 

"Hell cat! I hate cats!" 

I see a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes, like someone who just found out a dirty secret.

"Well, I don't give a fuck about your likes and dislikes. You're our prisoner and will do as we say. Now remove the rest of your clothing before I do it for you, again!" 

I continue to sit on the bed, keeping my chest covered, staring at him uncomfortably.

"What the fuck are you waiting for!?" He yells at me. Before I'm able to answer, he pushes me back onto the bed and starts grabbing at my shorts.

"No! Stop! Please stop!" I beg as tears start rolling down my face. I suddenly find myself in a state of panic. I force my body up and swing an arm full force aiming for his head. My knuckles hitting him right in the jaw!

My attack catches him completely off guard as he starts tumbling to the ground. I shoot one leg out and kick him right in his nut sack to speed up the process and just like that he drops to the ground. I take this opportunity to make a run for the door, not caring that I'm half naked.

The door is a literal arm's length out of reach before my body goes flying into the wall right next to it. The impact of hitting straight into the wall is so sudden and severe that it causes my body to go limp, instantly becoming incapacitated.

A hand grabs a fist full of my hair, but I'm too frazzled to try and get out of his grip. I throttle and wheeze painful sounds as he tries to pick my paralyzed body up from the floor, by my hair! I know that it's Steven, the only thing I don't know is what he plans to do to me next. Lord, please help me, I silently plea.

Just then the door opens.

"What's going on here!?" That voice, it sounds awfully familiar.

I rotate my head ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of who it is.

Marcus...!