Wysteria POV
"What?!"
"That's why I asked you, did you have s*x with your kidnapper?" Dr Avery asked with a more serious tone. Her hands now hold both my shoulders.
"Did you? Or didn't you?!"
"I heard you once!"
I brushed her off, but Dr Avery caught me and held my ground. "Did you give consent or not?"
"What? What consent?"
"Wysteria, listen to me." She hauled me to a seating position near the tub, caressing my arm and holding my hands.
"Were you... r***d?"
I had no idea what took over me, but all I saw was myself shoving Dr Avery out of the room. Her knocks on the door were livid, causing havoc in my mind.
Rape?!
No…that can't be it.
A forced marking? That might be it… yes, but what difference it is from being r***d.
Is... Is history repeating itself?
No, wait.
Why am I n
