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smile on her lips, as though she were amused by Rhylie’s anguished tantrum.
“I’ll fucking kill you all!” Rhylie began screaming over and over as she thrashed about on the table, desperate to escape her restraints. She had never felt so enraged or violated, even during all of the testing.
One of the other physicians finally said something in their native language.
“No, I want to hear her scream,” the doctor responded without looking away from Rhylie. Rhylie ceased her threats and closed her mouth, staring at the doctor with hate-filled eyes. “I want to hear all of it.” The other physician just nodded in response. “Humans have one of the shorter gestation rates of any of the intelligent races. Initiate Sterilization Procedure Level 1.”
Rhylie felt a pain inside of her, a burning sensation below her belly button. It was over nearly as soon as it had begun. It was almost innocuous compared to what she had just gone through.
“What did you do to me?” Rhylie asked fearfully, but she already knew the answer. A thickening wave of nausea welled up inside of her.
“We neutered you. Now you won’t ever have to worry about going through that again,” the doctor said, smiling down at her with that sick, evil grin. Rhylie wanted to throw up.
“Why?” she asked. “Why are you doing this to me?” The doctor didn’t bother answering her question. They left through the door, leaving Rhylie restrained to the table. Only after it had swirled shut did the table shift to an upright position and release her. She stood there for a moment, weak and drained.
Her knees buckled as the ground swayed beneath her. She slumped to the floor, hitting her head on the corner of the table beside the couch. Bright white light followed by pain and nausea swept through her. In a moment, Ryan was by her side, crouching over her. He lifted her up in his strong arms, cradling her, and put her down gently on the couch.
“Are you ok, sugar? You’re bleeding,” he said, kneeling beside her, his brow knit with concern. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. He returned in a few moments with a wet washcloth, with which he began dabbing her temple. “It’s not that bad.”
“It stings like hell,” she said, her eyelids fluttering.
“Language, Gota. Such language will get us in trouble,” he whispered. She sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Who cares?” she asked.
“I care,” he replied.
“I need a shower. I stink,” she said, changing the subject. Ryan laughed.
“Yes. Yes you do. I should have breakfast finished by the time you get out,” he said. “But first we need to take care of this cut.”
“Good,” she replied. “I’m starving.”
*
The shower was steaming, but it wasn’t hot enough. No matter how high she turned it, she couldn’t get it as hot as she wanted it. She felt like she wanted to scrub the last few weeks away and start anew with a fresh skin. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having Ryan around after all. He had broken her heart before…but this one couldn’t…could he? Still, it would be better than just talking to the Chamber and petting her cat.
When she got out of the shower, her breakfast was sitting on the kitchen table. Ryan had already started eating. She sat down in her towel and picked up a spoon, digging in and eating the scrambled eggs. There was something off about them, but she couldn’t figure out what.
“So what do you think about having children?” Ryan asked. He picked up a piece of bacon off his plate, and examined it closely before crunching on it.
“Wh-what?” she stammered. “What the hell kind of question is that?” Anger flared within her. She tried not to think about the baby the doctors had taken from her, but the emotions came flooding back, raw and primal.
“Language, Gota,” he cautioned, pausing to frown. “You always used to talk about wanting children. That’s why I left, remember?” Rhylie put her fork down and narrowed her eyes at him. “You
“I’ll fucking kill you all!” Rhylie began screaming over and over as she thrashed about on the table, desperate to escape her restraints. She had never felt so enraged or violated, even during all of the testing.
One of the other physicians finally said something in their native language.
“No, I want to hear her scream,” the doctor responded without looking away from Rhylie. Rhylie ceased her threats and closed her mouth, staring at the doctor with hate-filled eyes. “I want to hear all of it.” The other physician just nodded in response. “Humans have one of the shorter gestation rates of any of the intelligent races. Initiate Sterilization Procedure Level 1.”
Rhylie felt a pain inside of her, a burning sensation below her belly button. It was over nearly as soon as it had begun. It was almost innocuous compared to what she had just gone through.
“What did you do to me?” Rhylie asked fearfully, but she already knew the answer. A thickening wave of nausea welled up inside of her.
“We neutered you. Now you won’t ever have to worry about going through that again,” the doctor said, smiling down at her with that sick, evil grin. Rhylie wanted to throw up.
“Why?” she asked. “Why are you doing this to me?” The doctor didn’t bother answering her question. They left through the door, leaving Rhylie restrained to the table. Only after it had swirled shut did the table shift to an upright position and release her. She stood there for a moment, weak and drained.
Her knees buckled as the ground swayed beneath her. She slumped to the floor, hitting her head on the corner of the table beside the couch. Bright white light followed by pain and nausea swept through her. In a moment, Ryan was by her side, crouching over her. He lifted her up in his strong arms, cradling her, and put her down gently on the couch.
“Are you ok, sugar? You’re bleeding,” he said, kneeling beside her, his brow knit with concern. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. He returned in a few moments with a wet washcloth, with which he began dabbing her temple. “It’s not that bad.”
“It stings like hell,” she said, her eyelids fluttering.
“Language, Gota. Such language will get us in trouble,” he whispered. She sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Who cares?” she asked.
“I care,” he replied.
“I need a shower. I stink,” she said, changing the subject. Ryan laughed.
“Yes. Yes you do. I should have breakfast finished by the time you get out,” he said. “But first we need to take care of this cut.”
“Good,” she replied. “I’m starving.”
*
The shower was steaming, but it wasn’t hot enough. No matter how high she turned it, she couldn’t get it as hot as she wanted it. She felt like she wanted to scrub the last few weeks away and start anew with a fresh skin. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having Ryan around after all. He had broken her heart before…but this one couldn’t…could he? Still, it would be better than just talking to the Chamber and petting her cat.
When she got out of the shower, her breakfast was sitting on the kitchen table. Ryan had already started eating. She sat down in her towel and picked up a spoon, digging in and eating the scrambled eggs. There was something off about them, but she couldn’t figure out what.
“So what do you think about having children?” Ryan asked. He picked up a piece of bacon off his plate, and examined it closely before crunching on it.
“Wh-what?” she stammered. “What the hell kind of question is that?” Anger flared within her. She tried not to think about the baby the doctors had taken from her, but the emotions came flooding back, raw and primal.
“Language, Gota,” he cautioned, pausing to frown. “You always used to talk about wanting children. That’s why I left, remember?” Rhylie put her fork down and narrowed her eyes at him. “You
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