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She just hoped it wasn’t too late for her.

The female physician picked up a clipboard and approached. “Subject 4479. Haisley Rowe. Twenty-eight years old. From Lafayette, Louisiana, where you were raised by your Aunt Cynthia, recently deceased. Mother deceased. Whereabouts of father unknown. No siblings.” She finally raised cold eyes to Haisley’s face. “Any corrections?”

Haisley’s throat tightened. They knew everything about her. “How did you learn all that?”

The doctor scowled. “I’m asking the questions, not you. If you can’t follow simple instructions, our facility is full of people who will take pleasure from your pain and enjoy torturing you. Now, I’ll ask again. Any corrections?”

“No.”

“Good.” The doctor measured her height and weight, then took her vitals, jotting down each of her findings. “Prescription medications?”

“None.”

“Date your last menstrual cycle ended?”

Haisley quickly calculated. “Ten days ago.”

The woman penciled in the answer with a nod. “Any previous pregnancies?”

The question was a punch to Haisley’s gut. “One.”

“Duration? Outcome?”

Before Haisley could answer, the cell phone in the doctor’s coat pocket dinged. With a muffled curse, the woman picked up the device. “What?”

Haisley ran through scenarios in her head in which she plucked the phone out of the woman’s hands and called for help. But a glance behind her at the guards still blocking the door while watching her every move made that somewhere between unlikely and impossible. Besides, she didn’t know how to get out of this facility or off the island. She’d have to bide her time and be smart before she made her move.

She’d only get one chance to escape.

“Fine. When?” The doctor listened to the garbled voice on the other end, then nodded. “It will be done in the next hour.”

After ending the call, the woman pocketed her phone again with a displeased sigh. “The powers that be are impatient, so we’ll skip to the important parts. When was your most recent sexual encounter?”

Heat flooded Haisley’s cheeks. “The night before I was taken.”

“Last night, then. Protected or unprotected?”

God, Nash would be frantic by now. “Unprotected.”

The doctor handed her a paper cup containing a white pill. “Plan B. Take it.”

“What if I refuse?”

The doctor snapped her fingers, and suddenly one of the guards was at her side and had a knife at her throat. “That’s not an option.”

As much as she hated to, Haisley swallowed the pill. The alternative meant she never found her freedom or made it back to Nash safely. She’d be better served to choose her battles.

When the guard resumed position, the doctor started in again. “Number of sexual partners in the last three years?”

“One.”

“Any STDs you’re aware of?”

“No.”

“Have you ever given oral sex?”

Why did they want to know her sexual history? “Yes.”