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“The island is already swirling with rumors about your beauty, Juliet.” Doctor D smiles, just a little, and there’s a sharp edge to it that has Juliet pressing even more tightly against me. “And your naughtiness. But you aren’t going to be naughty for me, are you, Juliet? You’re going to be a good girl and do exactly as you’re told.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be good.”
In a flash, Doctor D’s smile widens, and one could almost mistake him for a kind, grandfatherly figure. “So happy to hear it. Jasper, let’s get your little one up on the table for her exam. Did you follow all of my instructions this morning?”
Rising from my seat, I carry Juliet over to the table and sit her on the paper. “Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to clean her out per your instructions. And she has had one orgasm already today, though it was several hours ago.”
Ignoring Juliet’s embarrassed hiss, Doctor D nods and taps at the screen in his hand. “I see. And given the lateness of the appointment, I assume you’ve eaten today?”
“Yes.”
The other man hums, the sound tinged with disapproval as he continues tapping. “All right. We can still do her exam, I’ll just need to have Millie mix up a cleaning solution for us. You’ll need to come back later this week for the fasting bloodwork so we can run those tests.”
“Perfect. Thank you.”
“Now…” He looks up from his tablet, a glimmer of sadistic glee in his eye. “As I mentioned, the island is already buzzing with talk of your Juliet’s behavior today. I’ve found that an extra-thorough cleaning out can often put the naughtiest Little girl inthe right frame of mind. Would you like me to have Millie mix up a special solution for Little Juliet here?”
I do owe Juliet a punishment for her behavior, including how she’s acted here at Doctor D’s office. And perhaps if I allow him to administer her punishment, she’ll continue looking to me for comfort, the way she did when he first entered the room. The thought of her seeking me out that way is far too enticing to pass up, so I nod. “I think that would be a good idea.”
“Excellent. She’ll be right in.”
“What do you mean by ‘cleaning out’?” Some of Juliet’s usual haughtiness has returned, as evidenced by the way she jerks her chin up when we look down at her. “Stop talking in riddles and tell me what’s going on.”
Doctor D glances over at me, but I gesture for him to go on. The more Juliet can associate her punishment with him, and her comfort with me at the moment, the better. “Little girls need their insides completely cleaned out before they can be properly examined, Juliet. It helps to get rid of any yuckiness left behind by a poor diet.”
“Excuse me? I’ve had world-class chefs at my fingertips my entire life.”
Once again ignoring her, Doctor D simply continues. “It also, in my experience, helps to rid the little one of any naughtiness that might be lingering inside her. And since you seem to have a good bit of naughtiness, we’re going to need an even stronger solution than usual.”
As if on cue, the door swings open, and a beaming Millie steps inside carrying a bag with a long, clear hose attached. “Here you go, Doctor D. With soap and extra-cold water, just as requested.”
Chapter Fourteen
Juliet
In the few hours I’ve been in my brother’s care, I’ve become far more accustomed to feelings of fear and uncertainty than I’ve ever cared to be.
More so now than at any point in my journey so far.
“Daddy?” My voice trembles, and I’m reminded that humiliation is also something I’m becoming far too comfortable with in this island prison. “What’s going on? What’s that bag for?”
“Shh, princess.” Pulling me close, Jasper drops a kiss to the top of my head. “Daddy’s right here.”
That doesn’t answer my question, but I’m far too intimidated by this so-called doctor to snap at him. There’s something about him that makes me want to run and hide in the relative safety of Jasper’s embrace. Where my stepbrother is far stricter than I ever realized, I still catch glimpses of the man I’ve always known beneath the “Daddy” exterior. In Doctor D, I can sense no softness, no sweetness.
And that terrifies me, far more than Jasper or Auntie Cat ever could.
“Jasper, I think for your little one’s safety, we should make sure she’s nice and secure on that table.”
“Agreed. Lie down for me, Juju. Daddy’s going to make sure you don’t get hurt.”
I am under no delusions that whatever they’re about to do to me isn’t going to hurt, possibly more than anything I’ve been subjected to up until this point. “Don’t wanna. Please don’t make me, Daddy, I’ll be good forever, I swear.”
Taking one of my legs in his shockingly cold hands, Doctor D lets out a low, evil-sounding laugh. “See, Jasper? The enema is working already and we haven’t even started.”
Enema? Ohhellno. Frantic now, I kick at Doctor D, but his hold on my ankle doesn’t budge. If anything, he just grips tighter as he moves my foot into a stirrup and straps it in.
“Let me go! You are not giving me a freaking enema!”