Bloody Blue Lips

Ch 19: XX3

The Present: 

     Kubera woke up feeling numb everywhere. Everywhere, everywhere. His eyesight was blurry but he could feel Freya beside him. They were both on cold metal tables and it seemed they had been through an operation given the amount of medical equipment surrounding them. 

     "Freya?" Kubera tried to reach over and wake her. He was trying to find the strength to get up. Luckily, his body rejuvenated quickly. He sat up straight with his eyesight intact and to his horror, he saw his father observing from the other side of the room. 

     "I was wondering when you'd wake up."

     "What have you done to us?" Kubera was fierce. 

     "You'll find out soon when the test results come back." Test results? What they did might not have worked? What on earth is going on?

     Lots of goons came in from each side. One of them was about to touch Freya. Kubera shot up. 

     "Don't touch her." He stared at that goon, his blue veins pulsing. 

     "Son, they're taking both of you back to your room."

     "Well, then I'll carry her." Kubera gently picked up Freya who was still wearing his shirt. He realized something rather disturbing as he did. She wasn't wearing underwear any longer.

    Kubera and some of the goons walked over to the white room. It felt more like a prison now than it ever had. What had they done to Freya? He laid her down on the bed, covering her with a blanket. Then he laid down next to her and hugged her unconscious body sweetly. 

    "Please, be alright." He whispered and proceeded to fall asleep, his body aching.

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     Freya woke up not long after Kubera had fallen asleep and turned over to nudge him.

     "Wake up sleepy." She smiled, kissing him on his lips.

     Kubera opened his eyes and Freya could see they were sad and puffy. Had he been crying? He got a little crinkle between his eyebrows. He was confused. 

     "Why are you so happy?"

     Now Freya was the one with a crinkle. "Because of all the kissing last night." She blushed not sure how else to put it. 

    "What? That was days ago. You made pancakes and then we got taken, remember?"

    "What do you mean?" She didn't remember any of the events from the morning after. She didn't remember making pancakes. She didn't remember getting taken. It had been electrocuted out of her memory.

    "We went through an operation of sorts. I'm not sure what they did to us." He paused knowing what he was going to say now would be weird. "They took off your underwear."

    "So they raped me?"

    "No! No, I don't know."

     She looked at him suspiciously. "You sure you weren't the one to do that?"

    "You told me we couldn't go any further remember? I wouldn't."

     Freya sat up on the edge of the bed. Ouch. Her lower belly hurt. She instead turned back to sit against the headboard, not having the energy to pace. "So we woke up, I made pancakes, Camulus came in and knocked us out, and we were operated on?"

     "Yes."

    "Well, then I know what they did."

    "What?"