Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 178

Dylan POV

After my bloods were taken and other vitals were checked and observed, the doctor came to the conclusion that it would be best to do a full body scan, that was if the pregnancy test was falsely negative the fetus would be picked up. Any other form of damage to my innards would show up ton meaning I would finally have a full diagnoses of the end results of my trauma.

“You need to lie still and stay calm while the MRI does what it needs to. Your pregnancy test came back negative, so we need to figure out if there’s another cause. Your body has been through a lot, Your Grace, there’s no way of knowing the full extent of damage until we get a full image.” I chuckled hollowly while staring up at the ceiling of the large white tube I was currently in. My head was placed on a circular pillow that was shaped like a ringed donut, while my back felt like it was on a hard floor.

“An hour ago my only concern was that I could have been pregnant with king Josh’s child, and now you’re telling me ! may never be able to have any children at all? It’s funny isn’t it, how much your hopes can change so quickly.” At this point however I wasn’t even sure what the better option was. I was somewhat relieved at not having anything tying me to that sadistic man, but on the other hand at least I would have had a child, something keeping me tethered to this world. Something more than revenge to help me survive. Instead I might never have children of my own. Not that I actually wanted one, at least not yet. I had things I wished to accomplish first, I always thought my forte was being the fun sister, maybe in time when Freddie was grown, a fun lovable aunt.

“Don’t get too disheartened yet, the scan will take about half an hour, so make sure you relax and that you’re comfy enough to stay the way you are.” I heard some really loud and obnoxious beeps start to come from the machine as it began its task. I couldn’t help but worry about all the damage that would be discovered.

way his grace treated me even when the cameras weren’t rolling, was extreme. Every hit, and every defilement

to remain as still as possible, as my sight made its way to the ceiling of

dismiss the image in my mind, but as

to hear the buzzing and beeping going on around me, reminding me that I was not in fact in the palace with the king, but instead, for some unknown

and my breath was once again coming out in wheezes. I felt my hands. shaking and my head shook and my body trembled as I pushed myself to

seeing the kings room and feeling his graces sadistic hands all over

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soon as the fresh air hit me. For the entire duration of that I felt like the wind was being squeezed out of me slowly and painfully, my chest felt really tight as I clutched it, and collapsed onto my

developing symptoms of ptsd? I genuinely thought I was stronger than that. I mean even before the king I was subjected to plenty of punishments, and beratings, but honestly every single