Locked Together (In Chains) Read Free

back at Cole; he’s busy pulling more potatoes. My stomach is churning, have I done something wrong? “Where are you…” I stop myself mid question. “Permission to speak please ma’am.”
    She sighs. “Go ahead.”
    “Where are you taking me, ma’am?”
    “You ask too many questions,” she says as we enter a building. She opens a door and shoves me inside. A man wearing a white coat is staring at a computer screen. He glances up at us.
    “F51199GH, new admission,” the guard tells him.
    He frowns at me. “She’s human. My training has been with Neanderthals.”
    The guard shrugs. “I was told to bring her here; I’m just doing my job. Her reproductive system is probably the same, give her a shot and perform the usual tests.” The man opens his mouth to speak but she holds her hand up to silence him. “I know, she’s human, but go through the process anyway so we can complete the records.” She turns to leave. “Call me when you’re done.”
    The man types information into his computer and then gets some supplies from his medical cupboard. He fills a syringe with liquid. I back away as he approaches but he grabs me and jabs the syringe into my arm. I rub the sore spot and scowl at him. “What did you inject me with?” I don’t even know if this guy is a proper doctor.
    “Open your mouth,” he says. He’s holding a cotton bud, I guess he can’t do much damage with that, so I open my mouth and he swabs the cotton bud along the inside of my cheek and places it into a plastic container. “Sit down,” he says as he points to a chair beside his desk. He wraps a tourniquet around my arm and jabs me again with a needle, I watch as my blood fills the syringe.
    “When can I expect the results,” I smirk at him.
    He glares at me and points to a set of scales against the far wall. “Step on those.” I stand on the scales and watch the dial. Hmm, I’ve lost weight. I glance down at my stomach, it does look flatter. “Get over here,” the doctor says. His rudeness is beginning to get on my nerves. He points to the chair and I sit back down.
    He opens a drawer, takes out a nit comb and begins dragging it through my hair; it feels like he’s pulling my hair out at the roots. “Ouch.” I put my hand up to my head. “Stop it. I don’t have nits.”
    He glares at me. “It’s either this, or I shave off your hair.”
    I stare at him, open mouthed. His eyes are cold and hard. I put my hands in my lap and watch as strands of my hair fall to the floor as he continues to drag the comb through my long hair. I’m relieved when he finally finishes. I rub my hand over my sore scalp.
    “Pee in this,” he says. He hands me a small plastic cup. I look around for a toilet but the only door is the one we came in through. I glance at the cup, then at the doctor. “I said pee in it,” he repeats.
    “Where’s the toilet?” I ask him.
    “There isn’t one. Stop wasting my time.”
    I place the cup on his desk. “I’m not going to be able to wee in front of you.”
    He picks up the telephone and presses a button. “I’ve finished with the slave,” he says. A few minutes later the door opens and the guard enters. “She refused a urine test,” he says to her.
    “She’ll be punished,” she replies as she grips my arm and leads me out of the room.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
    Savannah
     
    My stomach is rumbling. I wasn’t allowed to eat lunch, as punishment for refusing a urine test. Kayden wasn’t at lunch either, but he should be at dinner. I’m worried about him. Amy is boiling potatoes and I’m frying a small amount of some fatty, unidentifiable meat. I must be hungry, because I’d actually consider eating this.
    We feed the slaves and as they line up along the yellow line to be taken to the dorm, we sit down to eat ours. I gag at the feel of the meat in my mouth, it’s all gristle. After a few minutes of chewing and trying to force it down my throat, I give up and spit it out.
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