Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 27

(Angel's POV)

"They did some... things to me. Things I didn't want. Things I couldn't stop." I started, my voice cracking. "They said it was part of the treatment process, but it felt like torture. BDSM stuff. Whipping, restraints...I felt so helpless. I felt...violated. Embarrassed."

Angel's tone increased in outrage. "What? That's insane! How could she do that to you? And why didn't you tell me?"

I couldn't meet Angel's gaze, my male pride still destroyed from the memory. "I didn't know how to tell you. I was so ashamed." She became calm as she heard that.

Angel's grip on my arm tightened, and I risked a glance at her. Her eyes were shining with tears, and her hand was over her mouth.

I couldn't meet her gaze, my eyes dropping to the ground as I felt a wave of shame come over me. I didn't know how to explain it, how to put into words the feelings of degradation and powerlessness that had consumed me. Angel's grip on my arm tightened, and I could sense her trying to process what I was telling her. I knew it was a lot to take in, but I needed her to understand.

"Dr. Nixon was the attending doctor, if you remember," I continued when she nodded, "She used her medics to hold me down while...while I was whipped."

The memory flashed back, and I felt nauseous. I couldn't believe I was sharing this with Angel, but I needed her to know. I needed someone to know.

Angel's face was in anguish, and she pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my face in her shoulder, feeling a mix of emotions: shame, anger, and relief. Relief that I had finally told someone.

"Oh, Hendrix. I'm so sorry. That sounds horrific. Why didn't you tell me? You kept it to yourself all this long."

me in the eyes with so

was the one who ordered it. I don't know how she can live with herself." "That's not your fault, Hendrix.

some kind of test subject for her twisted treatments. I still can't believe I was being tortured." He sighed, "I was angry. I'm still angry. So angry. I want to make her pay for what she did to me." Angel's face twisted in rage. "We'll make her pay, all right. We'll expose her for

She whipped me until I was bloody. And then she just...stopped. Like

"I'll kill her. I'll make her suffer like she

on the world, and Dr. Nixon was her

my tears away, still chuckling. "You really sound like you would kill Dr. Nixon. Like, seriously try

I'd definitely want to. No one hurts you like that and gets away

again, feeling a sense of

for the monster she is." Angel nodded, her eyes still flashing with anger. "Oh, we'll take her down. And we'll make sure she never hurts anyone again." "Dr. Nixon seems to have problems of her own," I said, my mind racing with

eyebrow. "What

mean, have you seen the way she looks at Dr. Joe? It's like she's scared of him or

was swollen. It looked like she'd been hit." "God, it looked terrible! But I don't feel sorry for her." I grimaced. "And yeah, I saw that. The way she tensed up when Dr. Joe walked into

leaned in, my voice barely above a

boss of this establishment?

"Yeah. I think he's the one who hit her."

laughed nervously. "Investigation seems a bit much,

an eyebrow. "Are you growing soft,