Secrets never Spoken
Dr. Allison Cameron wakes herself up each morning, slowly opens her eyes, and stifles her groans of pain as the sores on her body make themselves known. From the 6 lashes on her back, to the multiple bruises dancing on her torso to lower body, she is riddled with pain. The inflictor sleeps next to her still. If she would wake them up, more pain would come upon her from their hand.
Every day she slowly and agonizingly gets dressed covers all her bruises and marks, and quietly slips out the door. It is a lose-lose situation for her. If she wakes up her "lover" they will abuse her more, and since she does not wake them up, when she gets home from work, they will abuse her for that. Her lover has extensive tools for such beatings, and enough dirt on her that if she ever wanted to leave she couldn't.
She also somehow through the years fell in love with her abusive lover, despite them never loving her. Even if she could leave, she wouldn't know how to.
Every day she keeps her secret from her colleagues, hides her pain, veils her sorrow with tiredness, and is even more compassionate than anyone else toward the patients, because unlike her they can get help, and can be taken care of.
This is a secret she has not and never will share.
Dr. Remy Hadley comes into her apartment heavily drugged, drunk, and carried by a man she has never met before this night. Following the two of them is another even bigger man. She doesn't even scream or make any noise at all when they begin to undress her on her bed. She is at fault for her own situation; she accepted their drinks. In the morning they will have left her naked and dirty, and to her the only sign that the last night had even happened will be the slight bruising near her private area, and vague memories of her time at the bar, and at home.
Every night she goes through the same procedure, with different people sometimes guys sometimes girls, sometimes one person sometimes a whole group of people. She only hopes to herself before she is too far-gone to think anymore, that the person who takes advantage of her, use protection. Twice she has tested positive because of these random encounters, and twice she has ended the pregnancy early. She knows she will die soon because of her disease, and to pass on these genes to another human being was worse than what these people did to her.
Every day she arrives slightly lethargic and quiet to work and no one ever asks her where she's been, why she looks so tired, or why she is so miserable.
She can't tell them the truth, that she will die soon, and that she is a multiple addict, and can't even remember who she sleeps with. I suppose many would call what these people do to her rape, but as she can't remember their names or faces, she never goes to the police.
This is a secret she has not and never will share.