Chey woke up stiff. She had no recollection of falling asleep and surprisingly, none of the guys had come to bother her. They didn't even bring her any food and her stomach was howling at the mistreatment.Chey climbed off the cot and went over to the door to see if she could get something to eat but found the door locked. When did they come lock the door. she peeked through the little window to see if anyone was in the hall but saw nothing but a clock on the wall. It read 10:38. That had to be P.M since she was in court at 10:30 this morning.She was just going to have to wait until morning for food. She decided to turn off the dim light and go back to sleep.
She was almost asleep when the door was flung open and a guy in a Doctor's coat stepped in giving Chey a what the feck look seeing her laying there.
"Who gave you permission to sleep?",he barked at her.
"I didn't know I needed permission since they left me in here."
"You need permission to do anything other than chores or school work!" he barks again.
Chey, suddenly terrified, just by the looks he is giving her, backed as close as she can to the wall. Another one with a mood problem. Chey was beginning to think some of the staff here was borderline bipolar.
"Well, are you just going to sit there or are you going to get off your lazy and come with me? Mr. Styles wants you to have your wellness check up."
At the mention of a wellness checkup, Chey flew off the bed and stood in front of the guy.
"By the way, I'm Dr. Hood and should addess me as so.I don't answer to Mr. or any form of'hey'. Is that clear?"
Chey nodded her head in agreement.
"I can not hear your nod, answer me with words, goddamit!"
"Ye-s-s,Sir",Chey answered nervously.
"That's right, use your words. You're learning already", he said patting Chey on the head like a puppy.
She bit her tongue in order to not scream at this prick. He seemed like a real asshole and since it was clear that he was the doctor around here, she didn't want to get on his bad side. God only knew what he could do to her since she was like a whole person smaller than he was.
"Come along and stay close behind me as the hallways are quite dim", he ordered and went out of her door. Chey had no choice but to follow along.
He took her by the arm and led her along the long hall only illuminated by the flickering of the out of date lights attached high up on the wall. If one were to listen, you could hear the electricity crackle around the metal cage that held the bulb to the wall. This place just kept getting creepier for Chey.
Yanking her by the arm Dr. Asshole pushes her through a door and flips the light switch on. He goes to a shelf and tosses her an old hospital gown,"Put that on and hop on the table. I several test to run on you then Dr.Irwin will test to see if you are indeed a virgin."
Chey was tired of them bringing that up and threw the gown on the floor, "So what if I haven't had sex before, why is it so damn important for you guys to know?"
Dr. Hood glared at Chey and stepped forward, backing her against the table,"One, you will never raise your voice to me. Two, you will not question the procedures here,Mr. Styles has a reason for everything as well as Mr. Hemmings. You willd o as you're told the second you are told to do it or I will fill you so full of medication, you will have no idea if you are coming or going. Do you feel me now?"
"Yes,I'm sorry."
"Then why isn't your ass changed and on that table?"
Chey went behind the tiny curtain and pulled of her jeans and sweater,laying them on a rolling stool nearby. She slid into the old and very smelly gown that made her itch just being in contact with her skin. She step around the curtain and hopped onto the paper covered exam table.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue as far as you can,I need a clear view of your tonsils."
Chey did as she was told and opened wide. He stuck the tongue depressor in and flashed a light in her mouth.
He held up a tiny tape recorder,"Patient Chey Brooks,Inmate 00001, clearly possesses the abilty to deep throat even if subject is unaware."
What the fuck kind of exam was this? Chey had been to her pediatrician many time and not once had she ever heard about being able to deep throat anything. This guy was a disgusting pervert and she couldn't wait until this humiliation was over. He jotted a few notes on his pad and then moved the exam along.
"Hold out your arm and make a fist", he commanded and when she did he jabbed a long needle into her vein at the crease in her arm. No alcohol swab, no warning, just stabbing pain.
Chey felt a tear roll down her face and when he caught sight of it, he laughed,"You surely won't last long around here if that makes you cry. Mr. Hemmings is a fan of inflicting immense pain. I suggest you grow a thicker skin.Besides, I need lots of blood for CBC panels and STD tests."
Four vials of blood later,he sent her to a scale to weigh her. He did not looked pleased when he finally got the sliders in place. He looked her up and down as if taking in her body for the first time. He circled around her and then wrote on his pad once again.
"Your BMI is far too low. We're going to have to get you up to a healthy weight. Mr. Styles prefers his ,um,playmates to be curvy, not stick like."
It was really starting to bother Chey, the ways these guys talked about this Mr. Styles character as if he were some diety to be worshipped.That aggrevated her since he was obviosly just another psycho like these guys.This was all nuts and beyond Chey's level of comprehension.
After she was weighed and measured, Dr. Hood picked up a walkie talkie from his desk and pressing the button informed someone on the other end that he was disappointed but she was ready for the second round of tests.
A few minutes passed and a rugged guy with piercing, sleepy eyes, walked in carrying a clip board, swabs and a large light on casters so it would roll.
"Lay back and put your feet in the stirups,please", he semi-ordered ina clipped tone.
Chey did as he told her but closed her knees. she was very aware that she had left her panties on the stool with the rest of her clothes and was not really ready for some strange guy to pay her crotch a visit.
"The faster, you open your legs, the faster this will be over. I assure you, this is not the first vagina I have inspected so there is no reason to play the shy child."
Chey took a deep breath, closed her eyes and let her knees fal open. She could feel her face burn she was so embarassed. This was not exactly how she imagined a guy seeing her for the first time. Suddenly there was heat hitting her and she opened her eyes to see him adjusting a light on her. Then his gloved fingers touching her.
Suddenly the light was off and he was up.
"She's intact, never been touched", he informed Dr. Hood and started for the door.
"Good, I'll note your findings on my chart and take this blood down to the lab. She's not cleared for use until her blood work comes back and she tests negative. Can you take her back down to her room and inform Mr. Malik that she needs to engage in her hygeine routine as soon as possible?"
"I'll be sure to let him know. Mr.Styles likes his playmates to smell sweet."
"Yes, well, none of us can play with her until he does and he won't unless I finish these tests so let's keep up our work, yes?"
"Yes, yes, see you soon, Dr. Hood."
Dr. Irwin led chey up the corridor and stopped, turning to her,"I'm sorry for having to do that. I'm also sorry that they are going to hurt you and destroy that innocence you possess", he ends kissing her on the forehad."I'll try to be gentle when it's my turn."
It was too much for Chey to process, what the hell did he mean? What had she done to deserve any of this.Just as the tears were about to flow, she saw movement from the corner of eye. It was the guy who was peaking in her window earlier and he looked pissed.
"Mr.Irwin, I do suggest you stop trying to frighten our guest.Mr. Hemmings will not be happy to hear of your treacherous behavior."
Chey watched as Mr. Irwin paled and nodded before hanging his head,"I'm sure he won't but she has no idea what to expect, sir."
"so, you took it upon yourself to fill her head with some terror propoganda hoping she will seek you out for comfort from her punishments,correct?"
"Maybe."
"There is no maybe, Mr. Irwin, yes or no?"
"Y-y-y-es", the clearly nervous Mr. Irwin stuttered.
"Prick, get out of my sight. I'll deal with her right now."
"But, she, alright,sir."
"Mr. Styles, say it with me, Mr. Styles, I do have a name."
Mr. Irwin shot him a dirty looked and turned on one heel. Chey was nervous and her head was pounding. Little flecks of light played in front of her eyes as she looked at the man staring at her with a very Jokeresque grin on his face then the world slipped out from under her, she had fainted right into the devil's arms.