Sabrina ; The next generation

16

Mention of rape

"I want to go home."

My voice came out as a whisper. I stared up at Emmanuel who was preparing an IV, hanging a a bag of fluids on the IV pole.

"You are home, Felicia."

I stared up at the IV pole. It was just regular fluid.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"I'm making sure you stay hydrated." He told me. "You'll feel a little poke."

He inserted the needle into the back of my hand and I watched as he put tape over it to keep it there.

"What do you want?" I whispered, but he didn't respond.

He reached for something on a table, and now I looked around, recognising the room to be the same I first woke up in.

Emmanuel had some kind of syringe with something in it. He pushed it into the IV, forcing the liquid into my system.

"What's that? What are you—"

He placed a hand on my head, smiling down at me.

"It will help you sleep."

"No..."

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I woke up to the feeling of something touching my skin.

I winced, opened my eyes and when I saw Tomas at the side of my bed, my eyes went wide as I tried to move away.

"Get away from me!"

He dug his nails into my side as he tried pinning my hips to the bed.

"You need a change of clothes." He said, staring down at me. "So lie still or I'll have to give you more drugs so you'll go back to sleep."

I glared up at him but when he moved his hands to undo the strings in my shorts, I stayed still. I didn't want to be given more drugs. I didn't want to be asleep because I didn't know what they were doing while I was sleeping.

"I'm gonna take the cuffs off, but if you try to fight me, I won't hesitate to give you a new injection of heroine."

He leaned over to remove the handcuff from my ankle, and I just stared angrily at him as he pulled my shorts down.

"So what is this? He's the doctor and you're the nurse?" I asked, but Tomas didn't respond.

He slid the shorts down and off, before putting them at the end of the bed.

"Sit up." He ordered me, but I didn't.

"You're not taking off my shirt."

"No?" He asked, letting his fingers travel up my bare thigh, and I shut my eyes, turning my head away from him. "Sabrina... sit up."

His voice was soft and that scared me, but I didn't respond.

"Fine. You don't want to do what I tell you?" He asked, and his fingers disappeared.

I heard him move around, and shortly after, I felt something cold against my stomach. I looked down to see a pair of scissors.

He was cutting into my shirt.

"Emmanuel found out you're gay." Tomas said as he pulled the now broken fabric away.

Now I was naked, apart from my knickers. I kept looking away. I couldn't look him in the eyes while I laid here like that.

"He wasn't very happy about that." He added. "It's why he sent me in here. And it wasn't to change your clothes."

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