Chapter Twelve
In a way, Krissy wished that they had stuck her in an old jail cell. The little room they kept her in was just comfortable enough to make the misery of her circumstances so much worse. If she was kept in a bare cell, she would know beyond doubt, every minute of every day, that she was a captive animal, kept to be trained and used. Instead, she had a comfortable bed, her own tiny bathroom, and absolutely nothing to do whenever she wasn’t undergoing training, or visiting the doctor.
They did take good care of her. She saw the doctor regularly, though she didn’t like it. She was an older woman with an evil glint in her eyes behind those thick glasses she wore, and long-fingered hands that were never, ever warm. The pelvic exams that she submitted Krissy to were invasive and t
