“As you wish,” Grigori said.
***
Tanya lay passively on the gynecological table, believing that she was past caring what happened to her. Her wrists were bound up over her head and tied off to something solidly immobile. Her legs were spread wide, her feet in the stirrups and her ankles bound to them. The weaselly-looking doctor had just finished examining her.
“There is some small tearing, yes,” he said. It sounded as if he had a Middle Eastern accent. “There is also some inflammation, but I think she will be well enough in two or three days. She is a very fit and healthy young woman.” He turned his head to look at Tanya’s naked body once more.
“Thank you, doctor,” Grigori said. “That is good news indeed. I am quite eager to proceed with her training.”
“As always,” the doctor smiled
