Page 12 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Natalya

I wasn’t expecting to see the doctor so soon. As we neared the door, I took a deep breath and tried to steel myself—but the latex mask muffled the sound, trapping the air and panic against my face. The snout cut off half my vision, but I was grateful for the blur. Better not to see the chair…or the stains…or remember Petrov.

“Good. You’re on time. Get her up on the chair,”

the doctor said, as if I were an overdue appointment.

I flinched at the word “chair”—then saw it. The gynaecologist chair stood beside the bed like a metal trap, legs spread open to the world. Viktor lifted me like I was weightless and placed me in it. The seat was cold. So were his hands.

The straps came next.

First my thighs, then my ankles. The broad bands locked tight, pinning me open. Panic bloomed in my chest.

“She’s secured,”

Viktor said, stepping back to admire his work.

I turned my masked face toward the doctor. He had his back to me, standing at a tray cluttered with cruel shapes. There was the glint of metal and the whisper of latex gloves. His movements were calm, practised, and detached.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to fix her permanently?”

he asked, wheeling his table of horrors toward me.

I froze. My head whipped toward Viktor.

Fix me?

Were they talking about sterilisation?

I’d always wanted children. Maybe not many—perhaps just one. A soft little hand to hold. A name that was mine to give. And here they were, casually speaking of my reproductive system as if it were an inconvenience.

“Just the IUD—for now, Doctor,”

Viktor said, eyes on me.

I exhaled the breath I hadn’t known I was holding.

The doctor reached for my collar, tilting my head. “Is this a shock collar?”

he asked with clinical curiosity.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t move.

He traced the edge of it like someone inspecting a prized dog. I focused on the tray instead. A metal bowl. A sealed packet. A speculum. A few tools I didn’t recognise. Some looked like scissors. Some didn’t look like they belonged in a human space at all.

“Yes. I’ve only tested it at the lowest setting,”

Viktor said. “If she behaves, she won’t need to find out how high it goes.”

He smirked. I didn’t.

The earlier jolt hadn’t exactly hurt, but it was enough to make me whimper—and the threat of something worse loomed.

The doctor clicked on the spotlight. It flared between my legs, blinding, invasive. I shut my eyes. The air smelled like antiseptic and iron.

He began explaining the procedure to Viktor—every step of the insertion, what to expect, what to do if I bled as if I weren’t there at all—just a body.

“Will it work immediately?”

Viktor asked, casually.

“This model does. Pakhan wanted it for the Krolik—fast-acting and efficient.”

The cold speculum slid inside me, prying me open. I clenched my fists in the restraints.

I zoned out. Let my mind drift somewhere else. Anywhere else.

This was better than pregnancy. A Bratva baby would tie me here forever. At least the doctor wasn’t cruel—not physically. Not today.

“You and the Pakhan might be onto something,”

the doctor said, stripping off his gloves. “The pet thing. I’d prefer something a little more… functional.”

Viktor chuckled. “You should indulge. Having a pet is very…rewarding.”

I shuddered. The doctor gave off the kind of energy that made your stomach twist—too quiet, too measured, too…off.

He disappeared into the corner, and I dared to exhale. But Viktor stepped between my legs.

“Mind if I shave her?”

he asked, already reaching for me.

He pinched my clit between two fingers, hard enough to make me wince. I jolted in the restraints.

“Do what you like. Just clean up after yourself,”

the doctor said from the shadows.

Viktor grinned. That same slow, deliberate smile I was learning to dread. He adjusted the chair until I tilted backward, my legs lifted and spread open. Exposed.

I couldn’t see him, but I heard water running and metal scraping. Then, a bowl of warm water and a razor appeared.

He shaved me with terrifying care, meticulous and slow, scraping every last hair from my pussy. Then my inner thighs. Then between my ass cheeks. I flinched, but the blade never cut. It didn’t matter. The shame was worse.

He had already fucked my ass and rubbed my pussy raw. But this?

This felt more intimate.

More violating.

More…claiming.

When he finally finished, he stepped away to clean up. I heard the water again—the clatter of metal.

And then, unexpectedly, the doctor returned. Closer than I realised.

He stared at me.

Not at my body. Through it.

Like I was a canvas for his next idea.

I was almost relieved when Viktor came back to unstrap me from the chair. The doctor blinked—once, twice—before a slow, chilling smile crept across his face. His icy blue eyes sparked as he looked at Viktor.

“Yes. A pet sounds ideal,”

he murmured.

Viktor chuckled. “Good luck finding one.”

I shivered at the thought of some poor woman ending up with that ice-cold lunatic. I dared a glance his way again—only to find his expression had shifted, the smile gone, replaced by a thoughtful, unsettling quiet.

“Mmm,”

he hummed, rubbing his chin before disappearing back into the shadows.