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 and looking me in the eyes with

the one who

still angry. So angry. I want to make her pay for what she did to me." Angel's face twisted in rage. "We'll

whipped me until I was bloody. And

make her suffer like she made

help myself. Angel's face was a picture of rage, her eyes blazing with fury. She looked like she could take on the world, and Dr. Nixon was her number one target. Angel looked confused at my laughter

still chuckling. "You really sound like you would

definitely want to. No one hurts you like

again, feeling a sense

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

raised an eyebrow. "What do

the way she looks at Dr. Joe? It's like she's scared of

marks on her face, the way it 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

above a whisper. "Are you thinking

narrowed. "Is Dr. Joe the boss of this establishment? Shouldn't we

he's the one who hit her." Angel's expression

"Investigation seems a bit

an eyebrow. "Are you growing soft,