Page 48 of Absentia Mori

I whip around just as Gorman stalks in and closes the door behind him. His eyes are wild. He licks his lips as his gaze travels down to my pierced nipples poking out from behind shirt.

My stomach rolls. “I got lost,” I lie. I white-knuckle the scalpel, holding it behind my back.

He takes a cautious step toward me. “Lucky for me. Now no one can bother us.”

My fingers tremble. “Please, just let me go back to my room.”

Another step. “There’s blood on your shirt. Take it off. I need to tend to your wound.”

Fuck, my nipples are still bleeding. I shake my head. “I-I’m fine. It’s only a scratch. I just need rest.”

Gorman takes another calculated step toward me, his gaze never leaving my chest. “Take. Off. Your. Shirt.”

I back up but can’t go any farther as the wall hits my back. “Please…”

He pauses to fondle the restraints on the infirmary table. “Don’t make this hard, little Doe. I just need to clean you up.”

I can’t stop shaking. Fuck. I tuck the scalpel into the back of my pants. My stomach turns as I peel my shirt off. I cover my breasts as soon as I drop the T-shirt on the floor.

His lip quivers. “Good. Now your pants.”

“I don’t want to,” I rasp.

Anger flashes in his eyes. “Do it, or I’ll sedate you.”

As I slide them down, I wedge the handle of the scalpel between my ass cheeks, careful to position the blade outward. But I know it will be nearly impossible to not cut myself.

“Now get on the table.”

I stumble over, careful not to give him my back. I climb up onto the table and sit in the middle, far away from the restraints. When he gives me his back, I slide the scalpel out and tuck it underneath me.

He turns back around holding a kit from one of the drawers. I watch with knots in my stomach as he dabs something from one of the bottles onto a cotton pad. “Looks like you were having a little too much fun in the courtyard tonight, little Doe.”

I swallow hard. “I don’t know anything about that.”

He snickers as he stands inches away from me. “Let’s get you taken care of now.”

I whimper when he grabs a hold of my breast. “Shhh. Relax. This will only sting for a second.”

I want to lurch back, but there’s nowhere to go. He stands between my legs, his grip on me firm.

A stinging sensation erupts when he presses the cotton pad to my swollen nipple. “Fuck,” I growl.

He smiles at my pain, rubbing the cotton pad in circles around my nipple. He slides his finger through my piercing ring, lifting it up as he cleans around it. “You know I could yank this out right now?”

Chills fall over my body, and panic starts to invade my chest. “Please…”

“But I won’t do that as long as you behave,” he sneers. He drags the cotton pad across my chest as he makes his way to my other nipple. He lightly brushes the pad over my stiff peak, before dragging it down my belly. “Spread yourself so I can clean your whore pussy.”

I feel the scalpel pressing against my ass cheek and my panic turns to fury. “Fuck you.”

He laughs and gives a hard flick to my swollen nipple. “Do it or I will.”

With trembling fingers, I do as he says, using two of them to spread my pussy lips open.

“Mmm, there we go.” He presses the cotton pad against my slit. “So dirty. But I’m going to get you all cleaned up.”

With my free hand, I reach for the scalpel while his gaze is fixated on my pussy, distracted by his disgusting perversion.

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