Chapter 4 A Physical Examination

I sat in the black sedan, and the driver remained silent. I remembered him as the man who had picked me up from the guard. His stern expression frightened me a little. The driver briefly mentioned that the owner had arranged for him to take me to the hospital but did not provide any further details.

An inexplicable uneasiness settled within me. I didn't know why I was going to the hospital or what the owner intended. As a mere slave on this estate, I wasn't entitled to knowledge of my master's plans and arrangements.

The scenery outside the window flashed by quickly, but inside the car, there was silence. I felt trapped in a strange, cold world, which only heightened my sense of helplessness and loneliness.

I tried to calm my anxiety, telling myself not to dwell on it. However, every jolt of the car served as a reminder that I was a helpless slave, uncertain about what the future held for me.

I stared ahead in silence, searching for a glimmer of hope. Yet, the driver's silence left me feeling even more powerless and confused.

Finally, when the car arrived at the hospital, I noticed a man in a white coat and a young female nurse standing by the roadside. They appeared to be waiting for me.

The man had silver-grey hair and brown eyes, with a round mustache under his chin. He chuckled, and his eyes were filled with wisdom. The woman accompanying him had a fair complexion and a dimple in the left corner of her mouth. She seemed very kind.

"Good morning, Arya," the man greeted me kindly. "I'm Dr. Stephen, and this is my assistant, Anna."

"Hello, Arya," Anna smiled at me and said, "We need to examine you today. Please follow me."

"Hello!" I stammered, returning the greeting.

Then Anna, the nurse, led me to an examination room on the second floor of the hospital. She instructed me to change into a blue hospital gown and lie on the hospital bed.

Dr. Stephen entered the examination room, and I observed as he turned on the device next to him. Anna reassured me as she put on white plastic gloves.

"Relax, it's just a routine check!"

Then I remained still while they conducted the examination. Nurse Anna attached a disk connected to an instrument to my head and arms. The red indicator light on the device flashed and dropped simultaneously.

"How old are you?" Dr. Stephen asked.

"I'm eighteen years old," I replied softly.

"Have you engaged in sexual activity?"

"No..."

It was the first time I had ever been asked such a personal question, and though I felt embarrassed, I understood that it was part of the doctor's job, and I needed to cooperate.

"I'm going to insert this device now. Don't worry, it won't cause any harm. Just relax, okay?"

Anna held what appeared to be a gray-and-white plastic stick in her hand, and the thought of her inserting the device made me immediately nervous.

"Please spread your legs," Anna said.

Following her command, I slowly opened my legs, and she covered the device with a condom before carefully inserting it between my legs. Despite her gentle movements, I felt nauseous. The cold, hard object stirring inside me made me feel incredibly ashamed.

"When was the last time you had your period?" Dr. Stephen asked, his gaze fixed on the instrument screen, seemingly searching for an image.

"I don't remember," I replied. It seemed like I hadn't menstruated in a long time, possibly since I had been locked up, or maybe even earlier.

"Can you detect any signs of egg development?" Anna inquired as she continued exploring my body with the device in her hand.

"There are none," Dr. Stephen stated. "Perhaps we should wait until after her period."

"Two weeks after menstruation is ovulation, and the most fertile time for pregnancy," Anna explained as she withdrew the device from my body.

What do I think I hear, conception? Why are they discussing my pregnancy? Isn’t this just a regular check-up? What does it have to do with conception?

“Maybe your period is delayed due to chronic nutritional deficiencies,” Dr. Stephen said. “But don’t worry, once your body returns to normal, your period will regulate. It’s best to consume a lot of nutritious food, considering your significantly below-average weight. Additionally, Anna will administer a nutrient injection later.”

I nodded inexplicably, and then his assistant inserted the needle into the skin on the back of my hand. I watched as the clear liquid from the syringe slowly flowed into my veins, which reminded me of the times I was given drug injections during my time in prison.

I felt a sense of fear as slaves were required to receive these drug injections regularly. It was because of those potions that I lost my wolf powers. It's something I hate, but unfortunately, it's the fate of slaves.

"Today's examination is finished," Dr. Stephen said. "We'll see you next time, Arya." Additionally, Anna will occasionally visit you to check your blood pressure and monitor your overall physical health."

I had never heard of nurses personally visiting slaves to assess their health, so I wondered why they cared so much about my well-being.

"Remember to consume more nutritious food," Anna instructed me.

"Thank you," I replied, still a bit dazed.

As Anna led me downstairs, I wanted to ask her multiple times about the things Dr. Stephen had mentioned regarding conception. However, every time the words reached my lips, I swallowed them, overwhelmed by an inexplicable sense of shame.

During the ride back, the driver remained silent, leaving me to my thoughts as I sat in the back seat of the car. With the slight jolting of the car, my mind became even more muddled.

Why did Alpha Devon spend so much money to purchase me at the auction? I hadn't even seen him yet. Did he have ulterior motives?

At that moment, Alpha Devon's blurred figure resurfaced in my mind, and the more I pondered, the more unease settled within me.

Whenever I was extremely nervous, my stomach would cramp up, causing aching discomfort. As the car descended a steep slope, the urge to vomit became overwhelming. However, when I caught a glimpse of the driver's disgusted expression in the rearview mirror, I held back.

Finally, we arrived back at the estate, and the driver dropped me off before leaving. I entered the manor alone, and as I walked along the path that led to the utility room, I could feel my body trembling. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the bushes next to me, blocking my path with his body.

"Well, well, look who we have here!" the man crossed his arms over his chest and spoke in a mocking tone. "Isn't this Arya?"

I looked up at him, noticing his red hair glistening in the sunlight. There was a distinct scar, about an inch long, at the corner of his eye, resembling a coiled snake. As he stared at me, a trace of mockery played on his lips, and his eyes were filled with disdain.

"Jim?"

"That's right, it's me," he sneered. "I never expected the once proud Arya to become a slave. And not just any slave, but my father's slave. It seems like today is the perfect time to settle the score with you!"

"What do you want?" I immediately raised my guard.