I already felt violated, so for my own peace of mind I decided not to ponder over who exactly changed me.
I lifted the shirt to where the bullets had been fired, but there were no bullet wounds. I just had some bruising on my stomach but other than that, it looked fine.
Yet, I felt anything but.
Wait, how long have I been out to have completely healed of my bullet wounds already?
"Don't worry, we had the bullets removed, you've healed quite nicely." He said, examining my belly and trying to place a hand on it.
I shifted away from him again, ignoring my protesting limbs and ribs. I didn't want him to touch me.
He looked at me with furrowed brows and c****d his head. "Why don't you want me to touch you?" His voice dropped and he spoke a little slower. "Are you scared
