Page 40 of Unforgivable

I get up with the handicap bar's help and mince over to the sink to wash my hands. I look up, expecting to find a mirror, only to see a darker spot on the wall above the sink. The mirror is missing. I can only figure that they hid it away so that I couldn't stare at myself. Do I look that bad?

I haven't seen myself in three months. I didn't realize... There's not a single mirror in this house. Not that I can think of, at least. Maybe I can catch a glimpse of myself in the toaster.

"Female!" Thjis appears in the doorway to the bathroom like a looming dark giant.

"I had to pee," I immediately defend myself.

"You couldn't wait for me?" he asks, eyebrows arching up in disbelief.

"I wanted to do it myself," I tell him stubbornly.

He frowns. "Does your vagina hurt?" he asks bluntly.

"Umm, no," I respond immediately, cupping my burning cheeks in my hands. He just said 'vagina,' without flinching.

"Let me see," he says, taking a step towards me.

"What? No! No way, Thjis," I hold out my hand in vain to stop him. "I don't need you looking at my hoo-haw right now."

"I look at your 'hoo-haw' every day, baby," he winks at me. Sexy. Holy hell, I never noticed how long his eyelashes are. Maybe that's why his eyes seem so dark.

"Well, not today, sorry." I don't think I can take one of his examinations, considering that he was down there yesterday for entirely different reasons.

"Lyri," he says my name with pure exasperation dripping from his tone.

"Thjis," I mock him.

My hands slap, ineffectually, at his chest when he scoops me up.

"Just stop. I need to examine you. The skin of your genitals is thin and fragile, sensitive. I want to be sure that there are no tears or bruising."

It's too much information, but it's effective. I stop fighting but huff and pout like a pup while he lays me down and lifts the hem of the long t-shirt I'm wearing. He pulls my undies off, and I have to concentrate on stopping my brain from thinking about last night. Nope, not going there.

Steady hands press on my hips, rotating the joint a little as he manipulates my legs. I growl at him, still pissy.

"Hush. Now, how does that feel?" he presses on my lower abdomen.

"Fine," I grump.

"This?"

"Fine, Thjis."

"How about here?" he touches my 'vagina' delicately. "Lyri? Do you feel any pain here?"

"No," I rasp out.

"No discomfort?" His fingers gently play with me, stroking and soothing the swollen, hot skin. This is not his typical medical examination, that's for sure. If he had a medical license, I could sue.

"Umm, it's fine," I manage to say.

"Good," he says, satisfied. He leans over and kisses the top of my mound. "Breakfast?"

"O-ok," I stutter out like a fool. I guess we're done playing doctor.

Thjis helps me pull some warm pants on. He then gets up and grabs a pair of socks out of the closet. "These have grips on the bottom. I don't want you to walk in anything but these, OK?"

He picks me up again, and I just stare up at the harsh planes of his face. He seems so brutish, but then he gets me special socks.

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