Page 4 of Absentia Mori

Gorman snickers as he probes the tip of his finger between my ass cheeks. “Oh, I’m always watching.”

Fuck. Is this asshole really going to feel me up with the doctor standing right there? I glance over at her to see she’s completely engrossed in my file.

He slowly removes his finger from my ass, but before he leaves, he presses my thighs down against the pan, giving it another shake to make sure it’s secure “I’ll be back later tonight to change this out.”

Fucking hell. Hopefully, I’ll just die in my sleep. If there is a god, I pray that he’s merciful.

As soon as they close the door behind them, I burst into tears. I’m going to do more than just shut this place down. I’m going to murder Gorman and Dr. Hall and anyone else who stands between me and my freedom.

I don’t want to sleep, but I can’t help it. My eyes burn from crying, and the drugs are still in my system. I don’t even remember falling asleep.

A noise startles me awake sometime in the night. I have no idea how long I’ve been out but my head pounds. Shivers race across my skin as the cold draft flitters over my half-naked body.

Fuck. Someone’s in here.

I open my eyes and blink the fog out. My stomach sinks when I see Gorman standing over me. “Time to change your bedpan.”

I don’t even remember peeing. “It’s fine. Please leave me alone.”

I hear the liquid slosh as he pulls it out from underneath me. “That’s a good girl. Filled it up nice and full for me.”

He sets it on the floor and comes back with an empty bedpan. I can’t stop shaking as he wedges the new one in place. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I shake my head. “Unstrap me so I can do it myself.”

He clucks his tongue. “You know I can’t do that. Doctor’s orders.” He leaves for a second, then returns with a bucket and sponge.

My teeth are chattering. “Pl-please. This is degrading.”

Gormon dips the sponge into the soapy water and rings it out before pressing it against my thigh. “Shhh, this is holy.”

Tears stream down my cheeks as he rubs the sponge up and down my thighs. He’s slow and meticulous as he makes his way higher up.

He dips the sponge in the bucket again, but this time, he rings it out over my pussy. “You’re the prettiest Jane Doe I’ve ever seen. Prettier than the last one.”

Fuck, no. I squirm as the water drips down my slit. “You’re disgusting,” I growl out.

“That’s enough, Gorman,” a deep raspy voice growls from the doorway.

The orderly’s head snaps to glare at the culprit. “Go back to your room, Fabien. This doesn’t concern you.”

The man steps out of the darkness and into my room.

Oh, fuck.

It’s that fucking Nocturnus initiate.

A flicker of shame streaks through me. I can’t stand him, but the idea of him watching me get a sponge bath from this disgusting pig makes me want to curl up and die. I’m Libra fucking Thorn. This should not be happening to me.

“Everything here concerns me. Do I need to remind you of our arrangement?” Fabien barks.

Gormon sighs and gets up from the bed. “You’re going to make this about you, too, aren’t you? You never let me have any fun.”

“This one is off-limits,” Fabien barks again.

Gormon nods before gathering up the bucket and soiled bedpan. I watch Fabien glare at Gorman as he slithers past him in the doorway.What the hell does he have on him?

I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Is there any way you can get me a blanket?”

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