Darn Stupid Brother You Are

(Angel's POV)

"They did some... things to me. Things I didn't want. Things I couldn't stop." I started, my voice cracking. "They said it was part of the treatment process, but it felt like torture. BDSM stuff. Whipping, restraints...I felt so helpless. I felt...violated. Embarrassed."

Angel's tone increased in outrage. "What? That's insane! How could she do that to you? And why didn't you tell me?"

I couldn't meet Angel's gaze, my male pride still destroyed from the memory. "I didn't know how to tell you. I was so ashamed." She became calm as she heard that.

Angel's grip on my arm tightened, and I risked a glance at her. Her eyes were shining with tears, and her hand was over her mouth.

I couldn't meet her gaze, my eyes dropping to the ground as I felt a wave of shame come over me. I didn't know how to explain it, how to put into words the feelings of degradation and powerlessness that had consumed me. Angel's grip on my arm tightened, and I could sense her trying to process what I was telling her. I knew it was a lot to take in, but I needed her to understand.

"Dr. Nixon was the attending doctor, if you remember," I continued when she nodded, "She used her medics to hold me down while...while I was whipped."

The memory flashed back, and I felt nauseous. I couldn't believe I was sharing this with Angel, but I needed her to know. I needed someone to know.

Angel's face was in anguish, and she pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my face in her shoulder, feeling a mix of emotions: shame, anger, and relief. Relief that I had finally told someone.

"Oh, Hendrix. I'm so sorry. That sounds horrific. Why didn't you tell me? You kept it to yourself all this long."

She said finally releasing me and looking me in the eyes with so much sympathy.

"I was ashamed. I felt like I'd been broken. Like I wasn't in control anymore. And Dr. Nixon...she was the one who did it. She was the one who ordered it. I don't know how she can live with herself." "That's not your fault, Hendrix. You didn't do anything wrong. She's the one who's sick, not you."

"She's a monster. I hate that she used me as some kind of test subject for her twisted treatments. I still can't believe I was being tortured." He sighed, "I was angry. I'm still angry. So angry. I want to make her pay for what she did to me." Angel's face twisted in rage. "We'll make her pay, all right. We'll expose her for the sadist she is. This center as a whole. But first, tell me everything. Every detail. I want to know what she did to you."

"She used her medics to hold me down. She whipped me until I was bloody. And then she just...stopped. Like it was nothing. Like I was nothing."

"Angel's fists clenched. "I'll kill her. I'll make her suffer like she made you suffer."

I laughed through the tears now streaming down my face, unable to help myself. Angel's face was a picture of rage, her eyes blazing with fury. She looked like she could take on the world, and Dr. Nixon was her number one target. Angel looked confused at my laughter and her expression softened slightly. She smiled a small smile and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

I wiped my tears away, still chuckling. "You really sound like you would kill Dr. Nixon. Like, seriously try to hurt her."

Angel's smile grew wider, and she shrugged. "I could try. I'd definitely want to. No one hurts you like that and gets away with it."

I laughed again, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Angel.

"Let's not kill her just yet," I said, still smiling. "But let's definitely take her down. We can expose her for the monster she is." Angel nodded, her eyes still flashing with anger. "Oh, we'll take her down. And we'll make sure she never hurts anyone again." "Dr. Nixon seems to have problems of her own," I said, my mind racing with possibilities.

Angel raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

I"I mean, have you seen the way she looks at Dr. Joe? It's like she's scared of him or something."

Angel nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I have seen that. And I noticed the marks on her face, the way it was swollen. It looked like she'd been hit." "God, it looked terrible! But I don't feel sorry for her." I grimaced. "And yeah, I saw that. The way she tensed up when Dr. Joe walked into the room."

She leaned in, my voice barely above a whisper. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

My eyes narrowed. "Is Dr. Joe the boss of this establishment? Shouldn't we be looking into him instead?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I think he's the one who hit her." Angel's expression turned cold. "Then yes, we should be investigating him."

I laughed nervously. "Investigation seems a bit much, don't you think?"

Angel raised an eyebrow. "Are you growing soft, Hendrix?"

I shook my head, feeling a surge of determination. "No, I'm just being realistic. We can't take on the entire establishment by ourselves."

Angel smiled, a fierce glint in her eye and she shrugged without saying anything.

As we sat there, I couldn't help but think about Dr. Nixon. What had she done to deserve such treatment? And what was Dr. Joe's motive? Was it simply a case of abuse, or was there something more to it at play? I told Angel my thoughts, and she listened intently, her expression growing more and more concerned.

"We need to be careful," she said finally. "If Dr. Joe is capable of hurting Dr. Nixon, who knows what he'll do to us if we get too close to the truth."

I nodded. We were playing with fire, but I knew we had to see this through.

I sighed, impressed by Angel's confidence. "You really think we can do this?"

Angel nodded, her jaw set. "I know we can. We just need to be smart about it."

It was gonna be a long ride for sure and I really wished we didn't have to do it ourselves because I really didn't know what Angel had planned.