Holton gets to his feet and comes to stand just to my side, eyes glued between my legs. I make the mistake of letting my gaze drop to his crotch, and from under his protruding belly, I see the pressing of his small dick against his slacks.

Pervert.

“I need to bear witness,” he tells me, patting my hand, which I pull away instantly. “I can’t very well see from there, can I?”

I barely breathe as I listen to them talk about the weather, about Dr. Chambers’ daughter, then about my vagina as the doctor lubricates his finger.

“You’ll feel pressure, but it won’t be painful, Ivy.”

I grit my teeth to prepare for the intrusion, but there’s no preparing for it as his cold finger slides inside me. It takes all I have not to scream. Not to fight. Because when I do try to bring my knees together, Holton pulls them apart.

“I must witness,” he says. “You’re not the first woman I’ve seen naked, I assure you.”

Is he bragging? I dig my nails into the sides of the table as the doctor prods, turning his finger this way and that.

“She’s very tight.”

I feel a tear slide down the side of my face.

“Almost done,” he says. “Just a moment longer.”

I’m pretty sure he’s felt my hymen, if that’s even a thing, and this is simply for my humiliation and a visual aid for when they jerk off later.

“There.” The doctor pulls his finger away and wipes it off on a paper towel.

I let my knees drop closed and exhale.

My brother is on his feet, anxious.

“Virgin,” Dr. Chambers says.

I could have told them that.

“Well, not that I had any doubt,” Abel says.

I start to get up.

“Not yet,” Holton says, holding me down, pulling my robe wide to expose my breasts again when I try to close it.

I look at him, and his eyes are nowhere near my face.

“She is spectacular,” he says. “Too bad she’ll go to that bastard.”

“Can I go?” I ask, my voice sounding strange.

“Just one more thing,” Dr. Chambers says. He looks at my brother who simply nods. He picks up the needle lying beside the open tube of lubricant.

“What is that?”

“Vitamins,” my brother answers before the doctor can.

I don’t even argue as the needle comes to my arm. I want to get off this table. Out of here. I want to get away from these men, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep from crying.

“There.” Dr. Chambers closes my robe. “You’re finished. I’ll certify the document, and your brother can take you home.”