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to position
his hands in front of him to shield his manhood. I force myself to
meet his stare head on. I cannot show any weakness so early on. If
I am to stay alive, I cannot let a little nakedness unravel and
unhinge me so. I glare straight at him, keeping my eyes determinedly
on his face. He has turned around fully so that he is facing me
completely naked, his legs apart, his arms at his side. I try to
swallow the lump in my throat, but the lump remains stubbornly
lodged. But I seem to have won a small victory. He is the first to
blink, and I see his eyes register a trace of surprise.
    Despite the color of his hair, I can see the youth in
his face. He looks young, maybe just three or four years older than
me, but his green eyes have a hardness to them. Is he a soldier? He
certainly has the build and scars of a fighter. Why is he here, like
me? Is he being punished?
    His throat moves and his eyes darken as his eyes move
from my face to my breasts and down my body. Although I am still
fully clothed in my work overalls, he is looking at me as if I am
completely naked. It is as though he is picturing my naked body
under all my clothes. Gulping, I back away as his hips jerk
suddenly. The length between his legs has grown larger and seems to
be twitching and rising. Utterly shocked, I stifle a cry as I
stumble backwards. I have never laid eyes on a live, naked male body
before, and to see his manhood reacting to me is completely
unnerving. Feeling embarrassed, baffled, and more than a little
frightened, I crash backwards into a metal stable. The noisy
rattling of trays and bottles makes me whirl round in a hurry.
    The man in the white coat comes running to me,
screeching in a high-pitched, indignant voice, “Don't touch
anything! For God's sake, just...move away from there!”
    “ Oh, I...okay. I won't...ah, sorry.” I
wipe my palms down my overalls and step away awkwardly as he rushes
to steady all those wobbling bottles and needles.
    Passing a hand over his forehead, he turns and regards
me with a look that is a toxic mixture of exasperation, fear and
scorn. The shock of almost having his precious bottles and things
smashed to smithereens seems to have rendered him speechless for a
bit. When he has finally calmed down enough to speak, he says with a
huff, “Now.”
    I lift my eyes from the floor.
    He takes a huge, steadying breath and continues, “I'm
Dr. Rolin. I don't know what you've been told but...”
    “ I have not been told anything.”
    He sucks in another long breath.
    “ Right. But—that's not my job,” he
mumbles. “So. Just do as I tell you, and we'll have your
checked and certified in a jiffy. I want you to...”
    “ Wait, Dr. Rolin.” I swallow hard. “W-what
do you have to tell me?”
    “ I don't have to tell you anything,” he says
emphatically through his teeth.
    “ Just, please...”
    “ I don't have the time!” Dr. Rolin cries,
throwing up his hands. “I have to finish with him! And you!
The Emperor and Empress will have my head! Now, you need to undress,
and get on that table.” He holds up a hand to silence my
protests. “It's your choice. You can undress yourself, or I
can get the guards to undress you. So I advise you to just do it.
Just do it quickly and we can avoid all that pain and trouble. All
right? So get undressed and get yourself on the steel table, while I
finish up with him.”
    My eyes follow the direction of the doctor's gloved
thumb.
    The white-haired young man is still staring at me, but
now with a gleam in his icy green eyes.
    Get undressed and get on the steel table—with his
eyes on me.
    I start to shake my head as Dr. Rolin walks away. “No,
no, you...I c-can't...”
    Dr. Rolin's shoe squeaks to a halt and he pinches his
brow between two fingers. “Shall I call in the guards?”
His voice is flat. He states it as a simple question, not a threat.
    I gasp and shake my head furiously. “No!
Please...”
    “ So, get to it,” he says tiredly. “I
don't want any