Page 11 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

Those dead grey eyes looked like thunderclouds.

He pulled a wheeled chair close to my bed, sitting beside me.

“As you know. I am Dr Vadik Novikov. Your new owner.”

The word rang in my ears.

Owner.

I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. The beat matched the throbbing pain in my head. I glanced at my right hand again and began to scream.

I screamed and screamed.

Uncaring it was a muffled noise.

I needed to scream.

Anything to free me from this madness.

Chapter 4

Vadik

How could I have forgotten how emotional women could be? It had to be the hormones. When she couldn’t scream anymore, she began to cry. With a sigh, I left to make myself a coffee. All that hard work perfecting every part of her body. Working day and night to ensure she was healing and felt no pain.

This was the thanks I got?

She should be kissing my feet.

I would be looking after every aspect of her life. All she needed to do was moo and be milked.

Once the kettle boiled, I scooped some coffee into the metal sieve of the glass jug and poured the steaming liquid in. I inhaled the deep, rich scent of coffee. This was a damn good blend.

I watched the black coffee collect in the glass jug.

Soon, I would have fresh milk directly from the source if I chose.

The more proficient method was the milking machine for Lena’s udders, but I was curious about sucking on her enlarged nipples.

The implants were in.

It wouldn’t be long before I would have fresh milk along with fresh chicken eggs.

I poured my coffee into a mug, topping it off with my substandard calves milk, wondering if Lena had stopped crying yet.

This was tedious.

She needed to know the improvements I’d made to her.

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When I returned, her keening wails had stopped and she cried quietly. Her blue eyes were red-rimmed, and she had snot running down her nose. I set my coffee down, reaching for a few tissues. I pinched her nose and wiped it, then dabbed at her mouth.

Once her face was cleaned, I discarded the tissue in the medical waste bin and washed my hands before sitting beside her again.

Her pissy attitude and furious eyes didn’t bother me.

She was at my mercy.