---- 19_I won't raise another man's mutt. "We are going to give you some local anesthetic," the doctor tells me, and my eyes go to them sitting between my legs. Something cold shivers up my hand as the nurse injects something into my cannula. "Wait, no....| can't be pregnant... you can't." Tears prick my eyes. My father's depravity just seems to have no end. But | should get a say in this, something, anything. At least a chance to wrap my head around it. "Everybody out! | need to speak with my fiancé," Dorian snaps at the medics. They rush from the room in a hurry, and I jerk on my restraints, yet my limbs are already tingling. "| don't want to. At least give me a chance to think," | beg. Everything is happening all at once. ---- Moments ago, | was waking up from some nightmare, and now I'm being chucked into another one. Alpha Dorian sits on the edge of the bed, and for a few seconds, | think that maybe | have convinced him to let me just have a few seconds to breathe. To let my mind process what is going on. He gently cups my cheek with his hand and turns my face to his. 'ou'll do this." My lips quiver, and | go to object when his touch turns rough, his fingers clenching around my face, crushing my ear. "Fight me on this decision, and | will call off the deal with your father. | won't hesitate to send you back to him." "You can't back out. You already signed-" | shake my head as Dorian raises his hand to stop me from talking. "| can if you're dead." He says slowly. | blink at him. "I never said | would send you back alive. A box would be more appropriate after what you have done," he sneers. ---- "Or better yet, | will tell your father | caught you in bed with one of my men. Now, | don't think your father would take kindly to hearing what a whore his little girl is." Tears prick my eyes. If | fuck up my father's plans, anything he has planned for me will be worse than death. | have no doubt that he will chuck me in a cell with the vulgar rogue | spent a week next to, or worse, hand me to his guards to torture. "So what will it be?" | blink at him and say nothing, instead focusing on the ceiling. "Good girl, it seems your father was right, and the cells did you some good after all," Alpha Dorian says, letting me go. He gets up, moving toward the doors, and | turn my head, so he doesn't see the stray tear sliding down my cheek. The nurses come back in with the doctor and some technicians. Seeing my escaping tear, the woman from before quickly wipes it with the back of her hand. "So, are we ready to proceed?" The doctor asks. ---- Alpha Dorian grabs my hand, playing the part of a loving husband. Why he bothers to act is beyond me. They all just witnessed how he treated me a few seconds ago. | want to jerk my hand from his, so | focus on the nurse instead of the feeling of my hand crushed in his. The nurse reaches down, grips my fingers gently and brushes her thumb over my knuckles. When | hear the clanging of instruments and feel the doctor cleaning between my legs. | finally find my voice. "Knock me out." My voice sounds robotic, alien to me. "Pardon?" The doctor asks, as | turn my head to look at him between my legs. "I said knock me out." The doctor looks at Dorian. | see him nod his head from the corner of my eye, and | instantly let out a breath. At least he will grant that one thing. A painless torture. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!