FORTY-ONE
Forgiveness – Superman – Chris – Clothes
I jerked awake.
Beneath me was the mattress, not concrete. Back where I started. "What'd you do to me?" I demanded, my voice hoarse. I could barely move my legs.
His voice came from over by the door. I could just make out a shadow crouched by the wall. "I gave you my jumper. I moved you to the mattress so you'd be more comfortable. I wrapped you in a blanket so you'd be warm. And I took the other blanket for myself, because it's freezing in here and you're wearing my jumper." He sounded... pleading. Like he wanted my forgiveness or something. He wasn't going to get it.
I could feel the fleece on my skin and the scratchy blanket wrapped around my legs, restricting my movement. "And how many times did you r**e me while I was unconscious
