Pain crushed me.
I passed out.
* * * * *
“He’s damn well killing you.”
I groaned as consciousness slammed me awake.
For a single second, I had no memory, no discomfort.
But then...agony.
Everywhere.
My back, my thighs, my shoulders, my legs.
Fuck, make it stop!
I-I can’t do this anymore.
My groan turned to a tortured cry.
I tried to curl into a ball to hide, to die, only strong, no-nonsense hands kept me lying on my emaciated belly. “I’m not done tending to you.”
I cried out as something stinging splashed on the ribbons of my back.
Dr Belford cursed under her breath, her hands shaking as she nursed me back to life.
“Ily...” I gasped around the excruciating throb. “Is she...they didn’t...please tell me—”
“She’s fine. You passed out, and Victor let the Masters, who hadn’t had a turn, finish before everyone retired for the night.”
“Can...can you help me see her?”
“And get all of us killed?” She scoffed. “No.”
I gave up.
Collapsing against the pillow, I let overwhelming pain carry me away.
The last thing I felt was the sharpest prick in my arm. “When you wake, you won’t feel what he did to you. The drugs will numb everything, and you’ll feel a thousand times stronger than you actually are. Don’t think you’re cured. You’re not. Do too much and your system will shut down. Got it?”
I had no capacity to reply.
Her hand sifted gently through my shaggy hair. “I’m so sorry, Henri.”
And then, I was alone again.
* * * * *
“Tonight, you will get your reward, my sweetling.”
I flinched on my knees, not daring to look up at Victor.
Goosebumps covered me thanks to the cold winter evening and the fact that I wore nothing but white-wrapped cloth around my chest and back.
I’d woken a couple of hours ago and suffered through a shower before Dr Belford came to dress me in the softest bandages and soothing salves. She hadn’t spoken, but I’d whispered a quick thank you.