Several doctors restrained me, forcing a sedative into my system.
That night, through the haze of the drug, I heard heavy breathing coming from the room next door.
"Aren’t you afraid your husband will hear? He’s just in the next room."
"Doesn’t that make it even more exciting?"
Dragging my unsteady body, I limped to the door and peered through the gap.
Kelly was kneeling in front of Matthew.
"He cut me," Matthew murmured, his voice laced with feigned weakness. "Why don’t you help me heal?"
Kelly hesitated.
"Use your mouth."
The sounds grew louder.
In the end, Matthew still wasn’t satisfied and he pushed her to the ground.
Shameless.
My eyes were bloodshot. Just as I was about to kick the door open, a hand suddenly covered my mouth and nose, dragging me back to the bed.
The faces of those men etched into my memory, haunting my nightmares endlessly.
"That night, we didn’t have enough fun. How about another round?"
Their voices mixed with the obscene sounds from the next room, sending horrifying images flashing through my mind.
Despair swallowed me whole as I shut my eyes.
Then, the door was kicked open and the entire hospital room was instantly flooded with light.