Anna undressed and scrubbed her entire body with a wet cloth at the sink in the kitchenette of her room, as if rubbing her skin raw could eradicate T the devil from her life and her memory.
She wished she could take a real shower and cleanse herself of Doctor Tretter’s lingering stench, but this late at night the communal showers in the dormitory were already closed.
She hated Doctor Tretter with every fiber of her being, but there was at least one thing she had to give him credit for: he always took precautions not to impregnate her. Probably not out of consideration for her, but to avoid the scandal for him. Just the thought of bearing the devil’s child sucked all the energy from her bones, and she had to hold onto the sink in an attempt not to crumple to the floor. Her delicate body c
