Olivia stomped over to the bed and looked down. She could see that Bogdan had laid out a sheer white lacy bra, a pale pink cotton blouse and a white skirt with an elastic waistband. There were no panties. She did not need them, seeing as how she was wearing the chastity belt.
She dressed quickly and stormed up the stairs. Bogdan was no where to be seen. She walked down the hallway toward the garage. As she opened the door, she could see that he was already seated in the front seat of the car. She slammed the door to the house and got into the back seat of the vehicle.
Bogdan turned around in his seat to face her. "You can sit in the front."
Olivia crossed her arms over her chest and glared out of her window. "Shut up and drive."
"Whatever." Bogdan pushed a button on the dashboard, opening the garage door. And before long, they were headed toward the university.
As they made their way through the winding cobblestone streets of Nulmara City, tears rolled down Olivia's cheeks. She was off to see Dr. Brovachik. He, supposedly, was organizing her escape. And now she was going to have to tell him about the chastity belt and the GPS tracker. Whatever Dr. Brovachik had planned for her was not going to happen. At least not on that particular day.
Even if she did manage to board a train to Moscow and get out of Vulmonia, Olivia was pregnant with Judge Thorsky's child. Many former Soviet nations, including Russia, had signed a treaty with Vulmonia concerning the paternity of unborn children and fathers' rights.
As a girl who was pregnant with a Vulmonian man's child, Olivia needed the father's permission to leave the country. Even if she did make it to Russia, or one of the other neighboring countries that bordered on Vulmonia, her location would be discovered via the GPS tracker in the chastity belt. She would most likely be apprehend and detained by local authorities. And then promptly extradited back to Vulmonia. She would no doubt face criminal charges. And whatever sadistic punishment Judge Thorsky would decide to dole out.
As they neared Nulmara University, Olivia had to face the sad reality that she would not be escaping that morning. Would she ever get another opportunity? Would Dr. Borovachik be willing to make new travel arrangements for a later date?
Bogdan steered the car onto the crowded main drag of the bustling university campus. He turned left and headed toward the medical school. "Olivia, I need to tell you ..."
"Shut up!" Olivia cut him off. "We have nothing to say to each other." Her voice cracked as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"No, Olivia. I need to..."
"SHUT UP!" she shouted. "For the love of god, shut the FUCK UP! How dare you speak to me after how you treated me! First, you wouldn't help me steal the key for the chastity belt. So now I'm stuck in the shit hole! And then you just stood by this morning as those men humiliated me!"
They pulled up to the university's medical school. All around, professors and students were coming and going. Mostly male, both instructors and pupils headed off to their various classes, laboratories and academic meetings.
Several groups of young men were entering through the doors of the building, which housed the medical school's lecture hall. Dozens of aspiring health professionals eager to learn about physiology and anatomy.
Dr. Brovachik was standing outside on the front steps. In his hand, he held a large manila envelope. Bogdan parked next to the curb. Olivia exited the car and slammed her door shut as hard as she could, shaking the entire vehicle.
Bogdan rolled down his window. "Olivia, wait!"
Olivia did not reply as she turned away from him. Exhausted and defeated, she made her way toward Dr. Brovachik. She prepared herself for an extremely difficult and disappointing conversation.
The bearded gynecologist grinned at her as she walked up the steps. "Why, good morning Olivia! So wonderful to finally see you again. I know it's been quite a while since we've last spoken. But good things come to those who wait. And do I ever have some good news for you!"
Olivia said nothing. She was too depressed to tell him the truth.
The doctor opened the top of the manila envelope and peeked in. "I bought your train ticket to Moscow. And I've booked your flight back to New York. Economy class. I hope you don't mind," he smiled apologetically. "And, most importantly, I got you a new passport!" he proudly announced. "I got you a Canadian passport. I figured that it would be safer that way. The people of Canada are known for being polite and staying out of trouble. Nobody ever suspects a Canadian girl of doing anything bad. Unlike you naughty American girls!" he winked.
Dr. Brovachik reached into the manila envelope and pulled out the small square booklet bound in navy blue vinyl. He held it up triumphantly before passing it over to her. Olivia took it from him and thumbed through the pages.
"Since you're under Judge Thorsky's custody and you're carrying his baby, I'm afraid that 'Olivia Williams' is not authorized to leave the country. But with this new passport I got you, you can travel anywhere you please," he told her excitedly. "Lucky for you, nobody will be looking for Tiffany Tiddles from Moose Jaw, Manitoba."
As Olivia listened to Dr. Brovachik excitedly go into detail, she felt a lump form in her throat and tears well up in her eyes. She was so close to escaping. She was so god damned close to freedom, she could practically taste it. But Olivia knew that she could not go anywhere while she was locked in the metal contraption.
Dr. Brovachik suddenly seemed to notice Olivia's downcast demeanor. "Olivia, what's wrong? You look like you're about to cry."
In response, Olivia handed back the passport and grabbed the waistband of her skirt. She pulled it away from the front of her body.
Dr. Brovachik furrowed his brow. "Olivia, what are you doing?"
"Look," she said dejectedly.
"Olivia, I really don't think that's appropriate.
"Just look," she said flatly.
"Olivia, I'm flattered, but I don't think this is the time or the place for you to be showing me your panties," he gently scolded.
"No, look!" Olivia repeated impatiently.
Dr. Brovachik quickly glanced around to make sure no one was watching them. Then he lowered his eyes and looked down Olivia's skirt. "What on earth are you wearing?" he blurted out. "A silver thong?"
"It's a chastity belt. Judge Thorsky is forcing me to wear it. He has the key. And there's no other way to open it," Olivia miserably explained.
"Oh, well ... I'm sorry to hear that Olivia. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about that now. You'll just have to keep wearing it for the time being. But I'm sure that you can have it removed when you're safely back in America. Maybe call a welder or a carpenter when you get home." Dr. Brovachik looked down at his watch. "But we simply don't have time to deal with that right now. We have to get you to the train station. Before long, you'll be boarding a nonstop train to Moscow."
