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“What?” I asked, my blood running cold.

“You heard me, bitch. Take off your pants.” Lou narrowed his eyes.

“Please,” Dr. Jerry said from the hall. “Let’s be professional about this. Miss Miller, I am going to do a full pelvic exam. Everything off from the waist down.” Lou huffed but left the room. Dr. Jerry closed the door halfway.

The room was cold. My hands shook and I looked around, spying a clock above the door. It was nearing eight, definitely after hours. There was no one else there. I stood and pulled down the pajama pants I was wearing. I removed my underwear, folding them and sticking them inside the pants. Shivering, I sat back down on the hard foam bed. The protective paper covering crinkled underneath me.

Dr. Jerry came in. I noticed the needle in his hand right away. I had a horrible fear of needles. My ears started to ring and I felt dizzy. I didn’t fight it. The ringing grew louder and louder until it was hard to hear what was being said around me. My mind checked out just in time. Dr. Jerry tied a rubber band around my arm and took a blood sample.

I felt like a rag doll. Dr. Jerry laid me back and put my feet up. I felt a cold metal tool get shoved inside me when he started the exam. Tears rolled down the sides of my face.

“Looks good, considering. There is some slight tearing but nothing that won’t heal on its own,” he said, loud enough for the guys to hear in the hall. He removed the tools, scooted his stool back, and opened the door. Everything was fuzzy. I sat up, but was too dizzy to get off the exam table without falling. “I’m going to check on those test results,” he told Zane.Zane said something in response, but it didn’t register in my mind. I wrapped my arms around myself and took a deep breath, waiting for the world to stop spinning so I could put on my underwear. I edged myself off the table and stumbled. More than aware Zane and Lou were in the small exam room with me, I tried to gather my composure and get dressed.

I sat back on the exam table. I felt violated and exposed again along with being sore from the physical exam. I brought my knees to my chest and closed my eyes. I might have fallen asleep. Or maybe I was getting good at repressing what I didn’t want to remember. All I knew is that I had no concept of time.#p#分页标题#e#

“All right,” Dr. Jerry said. “Test results are back.”

“And?” Zane asked.

“Nothing untreatable. Chlamydia is very common too. A week’s worth of antibiotics will clear it up. It shouldn’t cause any issues for the buyer. Once this is gone, she’ll be clean.” His voice was a distant echo. I felt like an expensive show dog going for a final vet check before my new owners took me home.

I had chlamydia, and if I had it, then Jackson did too. My heart sank to the floor. Dr. Jerry was still talking to Zane, asking him if he needed more birth pills. Zane said yes, though I wouldn’t need it anymore, and the doctor left the room. He came back with the medicine.

“I’m allergic to macrolides,” I said when I saw the white box of azithromycin.

“What happens?” he asked and set the antibiotics down.

“My throat swells,” I lied. Really, it just made me itchy.

“I’ll get something else,” the Dr. Jerry stated. He left and came back again and asked me about another medication. I nodded, telling him it was okay for me to take. He put it in a bag along with the birth control pills. He went to the door. Lou and Zane followed.

The white box of antibiotics sat on the counter. I bit my lip and flicked my eyes to the men. When no one was looking, I reached out and snatched the medication, shoving it into the large pocket on the outside of the hoodie. I held my hands over my stomach, nervous that the pills would rattle and give away the fact that I took them.

I sat on the cold leather backseat of the Camaro, still dizzy. I rested my head against the side of the car and curled my legs up onto the seat and stayed that way until we pulled into the driveway of the farmhouse. My legs had fallen asleep from being tucked underneath me, and I wobbled my way inside.

Zane punched in the code to open the door, then entered a different one to stop the alarm that sounded from the ankle bracelet. He stepped aside, making sure I went willingly into the house. I crossed through the mudroom and into the kitchen, heading straight for the basement.

Something dark was smudged on the door, contrasting against the white paint. I narrowed my eyes, unable to discern exactly what it was in the dim light. Lou flicked the lights on. I blinked as my eyes adjusted and I recoiled when I realized the dark smudge was blood.

“What are you waiting for?” Lou grumbled.