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No More Doctor Nice Guy part 14
I'm sure I would have felt vulnerable regardless of circumstance, but
being in a hospital bed wearing nothing but a backless gown (and not
the formal sexy kind) with all sorts of monitoring and infusions,
including blood, still recovering from a general anaesthetic, I felt
even more helpless and at his mercy than ever before. His threat, as
I'm sure it was intended to be, was decidedly ominous.
I meant what I said. I was exhausted. I just wanted to be left alone.
I was sick to the teeth of all that he had put me through. Yet there
was absolutely nothing I could do. I raised a scowl, which was
probably both all I was able, and willing, to muster whilst I waited
for him to continue, with what undoubtedly would be grim tidings for
me.
"I'm very sorry about your baby Miss Ward," he stated. Not the
expected start. But delivered in a typically Mr Black style.
It's said without sarcasm. But seemingly without warmth too.
"Was it you?" It's not an accusation as such. More just defeated
speculation.
"I assure you not," he declares. "Although I can't say it wasn't the
other guy. Assuming you believe in him."
I don't respond. I'm not sure if he's serious or facetious. It's best
I just leave it.
"Well I must say." He decides to carry on. "You certainly aren't
opposed to skirting death are you? It's impressive the lengths you're
willing to go to escape your punishment."
I hardly think it was something I planned, to bleed to death from a
miscarriage. I'll take it he's just waxing lyrical. But I seek
clarification all the same.
"Punishment for what? What did I do now?"
"Just because you have eradicated all trace of Alex Turner doesn't
mean you weren't him. And there is still much atonement to be done."
Apparently it was still my original punishment. The hide of his
implication grated on me though.
"I eradicated him? Oh boy!" Maybe it was treading on thin ice. But I
couldn't leave it unsaid.
"I thought we'd already established that you are very much responsible
for your own sexual desires and proclivities."
After he did the rest. Changed my gender, my occupation, my
personality, my base philosophy, my outlook on life. But let's not
mention that. It may have taken a while to appreciate this. But trying
to rationally argue with him never goes well for me. Although I still
had a point I wanted to raise. Frankly I felt I had atoned enough.
"I can't think what more punishment you require from me? I lost my
manhood. Then I lost the person I love. Now I've lost my baby. I'm not
sure what else I have to give." So much for restraint. And it seems
I'm not finished. "You keep saying Mr Black, that you'll leave me
alone. Then you reappear. I thought I'd shown my willingness to do
whatever you require of me. But you keep changing the rules." I really
don't think I'd overdone it. I spoke calmly and contritely so as not
to aggravate him; fully aware how spiteful he could be just for the
sheer bastardry of it.
"You still just don't understand do you?" He sighs at me. "You've made
things so much harder for me. And yourself. Firstly I did think being
Kevin Moore's wife would be suitable punishment, but you turned it
into a positive life affirming experience and managed to release Kevin
from his curse in the process. No matter though, I thought; because
you'd convicted yourself to life as a single mother. I believed surely
this would break your spirit. But you were indomitable. Already
looking and planning ahead. Honestly, apart from a few episodes of
self pity and the persistent pining for your lost love you've barely
given me anything to substantially enjoy these past 12 months."
It reminded me of what Kevin had once said. How he seems to feed on
misery.
"We'll hang in there," I say spitefully, which I can't fully contain.
"Because from here on I'm pretty sure you'll get everything from me
you hoped for."
"More grieving? Yes I guess. But that won't last forever. Then what?
You're still young, pretty, single and educated. Because, although
your behavior repeatedly suggests otherwise, you aren't actually
stupid. You could easily ensnare a rich husband and make a very
comfortable life for yourself."
"I wouldn't do that. I have absolutely no interest in that sort of
future!"
"So you say now. But how long before you're batting your eyelids at
the Doctors you work with? After all you know first hand their future
earning potential."
"I'm not a Doctor chaser!"
"Well yes. I've seen you look down your nose at your fellow nurse
Julie. You should know by now I hate it when you think you're better
than anyone. That's still a bit of Alex Turner in you. We really need
to stamp all that out."
"I don't think I'm better than Julie. I just don't think it's wise her
throwing her lot in with Stanley. She's so entranced by the whole
status thing she can't see how awful he truly is."
"He reminds me a little of a psychiatrist I used to know," Mr Black
mocks.
"He's far worse than I ever was. He deserves this far more than I do."
Not that I would wish this on anyone.
"No he doesn't. He's never annoyed me, quite the way you have. And
still manage to by the way."
I fall silent at that. Apart from a hard dry swallow. I'm thirsty. My
mouth is dry. They still haven't let me eat or drink yet. I'm really
not trying to anger him. I'm not sure how it happens.
"I know." Mr Black makes out like he's just had a brainwave. It's
clearly staged though. "I have the perfect solution. Seeing as you
seem to be my go to girl for reforming bad boys, how about we set you
off on your next mission? You can be Stanley's wife, in lieu of Julie.
Let's see if you can tame this stallion as well as you did the last
one."
"No! Mr Black please!" It really was too hideous a concept. "I'll do
anything else you want. But not that."
"Didn't Kevin warn you about being careful what you wished for Alex?
Because if you're willing to do anything else I can accommodate." He
grins smarmily. It's a trap he expected me to fall into. And I did.
I don't bother with a reply because I know he has another threat to
unveil.
"Speaking of Kevin. I had a lovely chat about you with her the other
day once she was used to being back to herself." He chirps. Expecting
me to take the bait. Which of course I do.
I suppose it was comforting in a way to think she still spoke of me.
It had been about 10 weeks now since he disappeared.
"How is she?" I ask eagerly. I can't help myself.
"Like I predicted. Embracing her second chance. She's so much happier
now. Seeing a kind gentleman I believe. They seem to be going very
well."
In a way it was like hearing your separated husband had found someone
new in a very brief period of time. I knew I should be happy for her,
but it just seemed to reiterate how quickly she had moved on. It hurt.
"Did she ask after me?" I seem intent on just further saddening
myself.
"No." He's blunt. Almost mocking. "But she did credit you with
teaching her many tricks she's been able to use on her new boyfriend.
We both laughed at the irony that a former man had been the one to
show her how to be a better female lover. She said that once you got
the hang of it you could work wonders with that tight little snatch of
yours. It was her favourite thing about you. Thank God you didn't have
to end up pushing a full sized baby out of it. It would have been
ruined forever."
His acutely tasteless jibes I could contain my reaction to. But with
the other things he was implying I couldn't help but burst out in
response.
"She wouldn't say that." Would she? "There was more to our
relationship than sex."
"For you maybe. But 'Kevin' pointed out that in the first six months
of her curse she probably slept with over 150 women. From crack whores
to high class hookers and all range of miscellaneous slurry in
between. But then you came along and you were far better than any of
them. Sure you were an enthusiastic amateur to begin with. But you
upskilled quite quickly. It was Kevin's suggestion that a talent like
yours should not go to waste. And certainly not be greedily enjoyed by
just one man. Certainly not Stanley I guess. So I think that's fair.
It's time we shared your gift with the world."
I don't know what I found more distressing. That Kevin would talk
about me in that way; or what the meaning could possibly be behind Mr
Black's implication.
"What are you saying?" I probably don't need to ask. It's not like
he's not going to gloat in the process of informing me.
"I think it's time we said goodbye to Alex Ward, bubbly Registered
nurse; don't you? And replaced her with Alexandra Sweet, accomplished
pleasure giver and paid lover of men."
I guess I'm not that surprised. I know I should be scared. And I was.
What he planned to do to me was horrific. But would begging and
groveling change my fate? Of course it wouldn't. He'd already made up
his mind. Maybe he'd wanted to do this since Kevin had left but the
baby had prevented it. It was true I had thwarted his punitive
measures somewhat by making the best of the situations I found myself
in. God, maybe even being Stanley's wife might have become bearable
with time. But this was him making certain. There was no redemption to
be found in my becoming a dirty street whore. We both knew that.
And the only thing he would ensure is that I did not kill myself to
escape it. So there would be no point in trying.
I fixed him with a steely gaze. It was only the only defiance I could
offer.
It was not so much the acts I would be forced to perform as a
prostitute that distressed me greatest. They did of course. I didn't
think I could fully appreciate the terror till I was living it. But I
imagined I'd get used to anything with time. Especially if you give up
on all self respect. It was the fear of losing myself to it that
sickened me. The true dread came with the contemplation of how this
would further change me.
What would I become?
Would I ever know joy, love, happiness ever again?
It was the bleakness of this future that made my tears silently form.
Mr Black, was, and I guess this goes without saying, unmoved.
"Well it looks like being pregnant made your boobs a little bigger.
But I still think there's room for improvement there. Most men like to
get their money's worth. Remind me to ramp them up a little bit when
we move to your new reality will you?"
His mockery was callous. No doubt it was intended to be.
"Oh don't fret. We won't make them ridiculous or anything!"
I let him savor his taunting for a time, before formulating a
question.
I'm not sure why this came to mind. Why it worried me most. I guess I
loved the happy household I once had, and even in the apartment I'd
already started on the nursery, which had filled me with nervous
anticipation, but now would never be used.
"Will I have a home?" I suppose what I was really asking was: 'Is he
going to make me live on the street?'
"Oh Alexandra really! Is that what you think? That I'd make you some
rat turning tricks for a fix? I mean I don't like you; true; but that
would be such a waste of your potential. Rest assured we're talking
satin sheets here. You still think you're pretty posh, so you're
definitely more suited to be a high class kind of call girl. A proper
bordello for you. With a madam and nice art on the walls. I won't have
you living in squalor. I wouldn't be at all surprised, with your rave
reviews, if you can earn more doing this than you could nursing. And
you can keep your apartment and car if those sort of material things
are so important to you."
I guess when you have the power to strip someone of everything, and
threaten to use it, they quickly become ever so grateful for small
mercies.
To think that I was now thanking him for making me an escort rather
than white trash was absurd, yet that's exactly what I did.
"Will this be my forever?" I felt like I probably knew.
"Of course not!" Which was unexpected. "This sort of occupation has an
expiration date. You're 31 now. So you've possibly got a good 10 - 15
years left, if you look after yourself properly, of decent earning
potential. After that I think business will drop away rather
precipitously."
I hadn't thought of that.
"So let's make a deal," he continues. "Because I don't want to have to
repeatedly intervene if you try offing yourself intermittently. Let's
say 9 years. Till your 40th birthday."
I gave him a puzzled look, I didn't know what he meant.
"If you behave yourself; when you reach that age you're free to leave.
You can start another career if you like. It probably won't even be
too late to go to nursing school. You could become a nurse again."
I guess I wouldn't have my nursing degree in this version of the
world.
"Could I become Alex Turner again?" I asked because Kevin got returned
to who she originally was. Maybe after my 10 years of penance I could.
I wasn't sure if I'd even want to by then. But it would be nice to
think I could escape all those years of denigration by making it
something that happened to someone else.
"Let's clarify that right now Alexandra! That's not something that's
on the table. You will never be Alexander Turner again. I of course
reserve the right to use his identity for someone else."
I don't even know what that means. But I guess he's made himself
clear.
"You can do whatever you want at 40. Within the limits of the person
you'll be. Personally, and don't take this an indictment, but I
strongly suspect you'll choose to stay on working in the brothel for
as long as you can. It'll just be a job like any other to you by
then."
I couldn't imagine that. But he probably knows me better than I do.
He has more to say though.
"One thing I'm certain it will do though, and this is a good thing I
believe. Some time in these next years, sooner or later, living this
way will eliminate all the starry eyed romantic notions you've
developed this past year.
I want you to know I do appreciate the somewhat contorted irony behind
this. But you'll probably come to regard men the way Kevin did before
her enforced attitude adjustment.
You'll see them as creatures to be manipulated by their penises, and a
source of income for you.
You won't be able to fall in love anymore, after a while I wouldn't
think."
He seems to consolidate my concerns into a blanket affirmation. He
seems certain. I can only hope to prove him wrong.
Of course he'd mentioned her again. It seemed stupid to keep referring
to her as Kevin. Mr Black seemed intent on me not knowing her real
name. I couldn't see the harm in a first name. But nothing he did was
without purpose I guess.
"Will Kevin know what I became?" I ask forlornly. I wouldn't want her
to know. I remembered asking him (when he was a him) to specifically
give up hookers for me. Did she really suggest to Mr Black that I
become one?
"I don't think she'd care to know one bit."
I was stupid to keep asking. Every time I did, the answer was just
demoralizing. She wasn't the Kevin I knew, but I refused to believe
she was as indifferent towards me as Mr Black implied. It would be
very easy for Mr Black to say whatever he wants, and attribute it to
Kevin. But of course it instilled enough doubt. Maybe Kevin really
doesn't care.
Regardless I would never want her to see me when I become... whatever
it is exactly I'm about to become. So it really is time to lock away
those feelings and memories into a little box and hide it somewhere
deep inside me. It might be the only way to possibly hang on to the
thing I value most, and desperately don't want to lose. And I suppose
that's my soul.
"Anyway." Mr Black expresses impatience. "Enough chit chat! It's time
we introduce you to your new lifestyle which I'm sure you'll soon
become fully accustomed."
What does one do in this circumstance? Brace oneself? I hadn't even
begun to think about all that I was about to lose. My career. My
colleagues. My friends. Kristi.
It was exactly as I had speculated in my early days as Alex Moore. I
had built myself a decent life from the ground up after becoming her.
I had been allowed to revel in it just long enough to realize how
valuable and precious it was. Then he had stripped it all away from
me, a piece at a time.
His mastery of cruelty was a talent that could only be admired.
The world around me began to fade again and I knew it had begun.
I suppose it would mean my throbbing pelvic pain from my traumatised
uterus might go away, but I suspected my vagina may be just as sore as
it was right now.
Although perhaps for different reasons.
"Oh Alexandra." I heard Mr Black's voice through what was now a
shapeless coloured haze. "I really am looking forward to this next
part!"
Then there was a moment of absolute silence, a last moment of peace,
before I gradually emerged into a new reality.
*****
I felt groggy. Much more drowsy than I had been waking from the
anaesthetic. I couldn't figure why.
I found myself lying on a bed. Just as I had been before this phase
shift or whatever it may be. I guess that's not unsurprising though
given what my new occupation was to be.
But the bed was not dissimilar to the one I had just exited.
There were no satin sheets. No mood lighting. No walls painted in dark
seductive tones, with portraits of nudes. (I realized I'd never been
in a brothel in my life, and maybe my expectations were way off the
mark, but I did not expect it to look how it looked.)
The walls were in fact stark white and bare. But also strangely
familiar.
The most disturbing thing of all though, as my senses struggled to
adapt, still remained the bed.
Or more precisely; the fact that I was tied to it.
Something was wrong. Things were not at all what Mr Black had implied.
I shouldn't have been surprised. But I was confused. And scared.
God!
Where the hell am I? And now what?
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