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I lost count of the years Signora sold me as a sex slave before, until I grew too old for her clientele, who mostly liked children. When my body filled out with a nice pair of tits and my hips widened, many of the clients no longer wanted me. New girls arrived. Signora had the hair under my armpits and across my pubic area waxed, but the attention I’d had before waned.
Sadly, the day they no longer wanted me wasn’t the day I regained my freedom.
Now, stuck in front of this Doc person, I still hadn’t.
The door opened behind him, and a woman walked in with short, spiky hair. She wore a broad smile that flashed her sparkly white teeth against her tanned face. Fake. Everything about her was fake. Too pretty to be real.
Did Doc make her into a doll, like Signora wanted me to become at times?
“Whatever the customer wants,” she would yell the command at me, so I became a marionette without strings, moving my body however they liked.
“Hey, kiddo,” said the woman before she turned to the doctor. “She talking yet, honey?”
“No, Kimmers,” said Doc.
“Oh, honey.” She turned her glistening eyes on me, and I backed against the wall. “You really will be safe here, we promise.”
Signora used to use the same tone, and it usually ended with me getting slapped in the face. Kimmers spoke with false sympathy, and I’d learned the tone. The first several times Signora had used it, I let her get too close.
Now, with Kimmers moving toward me, I trembled and held my hands in front of my face, seeing Signora’s face on her. My puppeteerbefore had soothed me that way just before she wrapped my hair around her fist and threw my face against the wall. Then none of my customers would want me for a week, so her men would get their chances with me.
“I brought you some food, sweetie.” Kimmers bent down, holding out a plastic lunch tray. Like one of those used in school when Melanie and I were there. Were they used in school anymore? That was ancient history.
It wasn’t like I finished school. Did my sister? What did she do with her life?
“Do you want to eat?” asked Kimmers. “I made you some nice home cooking. Thought you might like that.” She brought the tray closer, and I skidded back another step.
“Kimmers,” said Doc, “maybe we should wait for the psychiatrist.”
“Look how skinny she is, Doc,” said Kimmers. “She needs food.” She pushed the tray closer, closer.
I slapped it away.
The tray clattered against the hard floor, and the food splattered the walls. It was like a stupid abstract work of art, or something I made when I was a child.
Hunger gnawed at me, but I was used to being hungry. Signora rarely fed us, and sometimes I only ate when one of her paid men took a fancy to me—a blow job for a bread roll. Kimmers’s food smelled delicious, but I held myself back.
I had licked a lot of shit off the floor. No more.
“Okay.” Doc placed his hand on Kimmers’s shoulder. “Let’s bring Richardson in.”
Another fucking doctor. Wonderful. What would they diagnose me with? A sagging cunt for how many men have used it? Bad table manners?
“Go get her, would you?” asked Doc, and Kimmers backed away like a skittish animal.
I had seen that look before in new arrivals at Barton Mill. I hadbeenthat look. Lived it. Terror and helplessness were nothing new in my world.
I clenched my teeth. I wasn’t going to fucking apologize. I was no zoo animal to have something shoved in my face, but maybe polite society didn’t slap things out of people’s hands. Was that the kind of life I was living in now?
Doc waited while the woman left, and the door closed. “Can you say something, Maddie? Anything? We’re trying to help you.”
Was that really what he wanted? His overall demeanor—arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall—said he didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want him here either. If he so badly wanted to help and was smart enough to be a doctor, maybe he should’ve spent that time and effort not helping me, but building a time machine so he could go back and keep me from being kidnapped.
He could’ve helped me back then.
Now it was too fucking late.
“We have the other kids here,” he said to fill the void.
