Page 77 of Nest Of Lies

I turn my head and stare at my mother. Silently begging her to save me. She stares back, sniffing occasionally. Her head held high, her nose in the air.

“Mama, please.”

She never answers me, just watches. There is no mercy. No kindness.

The doctor reaches for my underwear. He pauses and looks at my mother. “I just need a swab.”

For the first time, I see my mother hesitate, but then she nods her head, giving them permission.

I let out a scream then. I scream and scream, I thrash, I fight. Agony tears me apart at the thought of them touching me. I do everything in my power, even when a hand is put over my mouth, I don’t stop screaming.

He gets his swab quickly. Maybe he’s nervous about all my screams, but he doesn’t mess around down there. Dr Rossenburg packs up his bag, standing up from the bed, not even bothering to hide how aroused he is.

I hate him. I want him dead.

“She will most certainly have to come back to the clinic for an extended stay. She is a very sick young beta.”

I shake my head, but I can barely manage that. One of the guys lifts me into his arms and stands there.

I watch in numb betrayal as my mother nods.

“Of course, Doctor Rossenburg. It is exactly as I feared. I knew it. I knew she was sick.”

“She is very sick,” he confirms, bobbing his head and swallowing hard.

I feel so weak. My head is floating.

“I’m not sick,” I whisper.

“I’m so thankful, Doctor.” My mother croons at him and leans in to kiss the doctor. He responds to her eagerly, but she pulls back, wiping her lipstick from his lips. I watch from far away. It all makes sense now. I’m not surprised.

“Let's get her settled in, and then we can go out and celebrate.”

A tiny sob escapes me, and the guy, the pale one, holds me tighter to his chest. His erection presses against the side of my butt, and he discreetly rubs against me when no one is watching.

In the hallway, I find Arnold waiting. He looks up at me and frowns as he looks me over. Something unhappy sits in his gaze, and he looks down, pulls out his phone, and fires off a text. It’s so quick no one but mesees it.

I barely pay attention to him. Instead, I focus on my mother’s assistant. She is white, almost grey, her eyes huge and watery. She looks at me with so much pity that I feel vindicated.

“Help?”

She snaps her mouth shut and averts her eyes.

“Move, Janice, we have work to do. You’ll need to organise the cleaners to come in and get rid of that smell. I don’t know what she was cooking, but I hate it.”

Janice glances at me, and I can see on her face she knows the scent is me.

“Mother, please,” I try again. “I’m not sick.”

“You clearly are, young lady. I knew leaving you alone for so long was a terrible idea. Gallivanting around with those men. Whoring yourself out to them, too, I have no doubt.”

“Mama,” I whisper.

“I knew you were the reason Andy left me.”

I’m so stunned that I just stare at her.

“You can’t think that, it’s sick!” I shout at her. “He would never. He loved you!”

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