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."

said finally releasing me and looking me in the

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

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 the sadist she is. This center as a whole. But first, tell me everything.

whipped me until I was

clenched. "I'll kill her. I'll make

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 and her expression softened slightly. She

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

"I could try. I'd definitely want to. No one

laughed again, feeling a sense of gratitude

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,

eyebrow. "What do

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

like she'd been hit." "God, it looked terrible! But I don't feel sorry for her." I grimaced. "And yeah, I saw

leaned in, my voice barely above a

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

nodded. "Yeah. I think he's the one who hit her." Angel's expression turned cold. "Then yes, we should be

nervously. "Investigation seems a bit much, don't you

eyebrow. "Are