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This story is of an alternate reality Age of Apocalypse.
Bridgette had moved her during the early morning hours when the rest of the girls were sleeping. She seemed to know that this would happen and had locked Room 6 up with Emma still inside once Dr. McCoy had left after his hour. Unable to handle whatever hot mess the girl would have melted into, she sent Adrian in to make sure that this one was still alive.
Adrian found Emma alive but unconscious. She was beginning to come around as he wiped the blood off her face gently. "Is he gone?" Her bottom lip quivered.
"Yes." He continued to wipe her forehead.
There was so much she could have said; why is there so much blood?, I hurt, is anything broken?, I wish I was dead...instead she said, "Is it still busy?"
"It's starting to die down." He smiled, finished with doing a poor job of cleaning her off. "You're going to stay here for a little bit. If you can get up, you might want to take a shower. Bridgette will help you to the infirmary after the girls go to bed. She doesn't want anyone to get freaked out."
Emma's hands went to her face and she touched it delicately.
"It's not that bad." Adrian tried to reassure her. "I'll come back with some clothes for you to wear."
Leaving her on the bed, she heard the lock turn behind him. She felt pretty torn up between her legs. It hurt to breathe. There really was a lot of blood on the sheets. Slowly she sat up, avoiding sitting directly upright. The first steps toward the bathroom were ginger and dizzy. Emma avoided looking in the mirror and went straight to the tub where her hands slipped on the knobs. She tried again and adjusted the temperature to suit her.
God, there was so much blood.
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Emma lay on her less painful side on the cot in the hospital wing. Bridgette sat stock still, reading from a book she had brought, waiting for the doctor to arrive. Emma could see everyone in the large room through the curtain of her space, just as everyone could see her. She pulled the white sheet up to cover her nose.
Finally, a doctor and two nurses appeared through her curtain. He didn't apologize for taking so long, instead got right to business. The nurses stood around the bed and held up a long sheet to block the patient from the rest of the patrons. She was told to lie on her back and open her legs.
The doctor pulled out a flashlight and began palpating her labia with a gloved hand. "She'll need stitches." He muttered to Bridgette, reminding Emma once again that she was property, not a person. Before bothering to finish his physical exam of her, he threaded a needle from an operating package, filled a syringe with anesthetic, and began to sew her wounds closed. Emma couldn't help by cry in humiliation.
The exam continued after twenty minutes. She had no broken bones, only deep bruises and cuts. McCoy had actually tried to bite the scars on her shoulder off, leaving a bloody piece of flesh, mangled beyond imagination in its wake. The doctor applied bandages and sent them on their way, moving on to the next bed.
As they left to return to Hades, Bridgette began instructing her on where she will be staying while she healed, and that she was not to interact with anyone while in isolation. The elevators brought a car to their floor to ferry them back down below.
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The next night, Creed felt like celebrating his new commission. In good spirits, he drank at the bar alone. Adrian continued to fill his cup without being asked and the bar was sparse compared to most nights. The girl beside him smelled heavenly.
"Yer gettin' sparkles on me." He grunted.
"I'm sorry, it's this damn lotion they make us use." Mina replied and traded an empty glass for a full one with the bartender.
"You got 15 minutes?" Creed indicated to Adrian to put it on his tab and walked into the first available room, expecting the girl to follow him. Without hesitation, he leaned up against the same wall as the door and unzipped the front of his pants. Mina understood and grabbed a pillow to cushion her knees while she freed him from his underwear. "Where's that friend o' yers?"
"Which one?" She hummed on the tip of his penis.
"With the short hair."
"Emma?"
Creed grunted in confirmation.
"Well, I could tell you, but then I wouldn't be giving you a blowjob." Mina sat back waiting for him to make a decision. After a heartbeat, he forced her back on his cock.
He only needed seven minutes so Mina used the last eight to answer his question from earlier. "I haven't seen her since the day before yesterday. She had an unfortunate run in with a client and I'm told she was in hospital yesterday."
Creed offered her a cigarette, to which she accepted after reapplying her thick red lipstick. "McCoy?"
"I'm not at liberty to say...but da." She inhaled and bounced her leg on the other. "You like her?"
"I don't like anyone." He replied irritably.
"Then why did you ask?" The stream of smoke danced from her lips into the air.
"Makin' conversation." Creed stood and adjusted his uniform.
Mina thought about pointing out the ridiculousness of making conversation when one was receiving oral sex. "You should say hello to her when she works next."
"You tellin' me what I should do?" His eyes narrowed with a growl.
"I just know she would like that."
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Bridgette unlocked the gray room where a cot, a toilet,. and a sink took up most of the room. Emma was sitting on the cot, reading a book. Bridgette dropped the bowl of food an inch above the floor and beckoned her over for examination. It had been five days since the attack and now Emma appeared fully healed. "You've healed very quickly, is that your mutation?" She questioned.
"Yes, something similar to that." Emma stood in the clothes she had been provided, the closest thing a bordello would have to lounge wear. "The stitches came out last night."
"If I didn't know better, I would say you were eager to get back to work." Bridgette glared suspiciously.
"I'm going mad in this little room." Was her response.
The older woman poked and prodded to see if the other would squirm or wince, but the bruising seemed to have disappeared. "Turn around." The scars on her back had healed, but strangely, the claw marks on her shoulder managed to reappear on her skin, even though McCoy had surely mangled them with his teeth. None the less, they were raised, healed welts, clearly visible.
"Fine." Bridgette responded. "Go take a shower, we'll put you on the pole tonight. Get going, you're already late."
