Lucy was sound asleep in a chair by Neville's bedside, when the sound of footsteps woke her. Seeing the captain was resting comfortably, she quietly left the room to investigate. Holding a lit candle to see her way in the dark, she went to the top of the stairs. There, raiding through the liquor cabinet, was Doctor Archer. It was one of those nights where he claimed that his bad leg was acting up, and only alcohol would serve as a relief to it. Lucy knew that this wasn't true, but also was aware of the consequences if she spoke against the good doctor. She could not go back to that life, and had no intentions of doing so. Still, she never did like it when he drank when a patient was still in need of help.
"Doctor?" Lucy walked downstairs and set the candle on a table. "The captain is sleeping."
"Good. It will certainly help him." Doctor Archer took a swallow from a bottle of whiskey. "
"He might wake because of pain. Perhaps it would be best if you tended to him."
Doctor Archer didn't seem to hear her as he took another swallow. After a moment, he turned to her and smiled.
"Where is your dressing gown, my dear?"
Lucy turned crimson and looked at her feet. "Upstairs, sir. I've forgotten it."
Doctor Archer stumbled towards Lucy, still wearing the Cheshire-like smile. "Shall I trade one pleasure for another?"
"Please, doctor. Not tonight. You've a patient to care for-"
"He can wait. Patience is a virtue."
Soon, Lucy was backed up against a door, bracing herself for what was to come. Doctor Archer stripped her of her clothes, leaving her in her undergarments. His hand snaked its way around her waist, down to her buttocks, and then to her unmentionable area. She winced as she heard him tear away the fabric, leaving her naked below the waist.
She had taught herself not to scream when he entered her. The pain was unbearable, and she began to cry, biting her lip until it bled as she always did to avoid making noise. He rode her with great force, until it was not only her lip that was bleeding. It went on for about a minute, as usual. She slumped against the door, drained emotionally and weak from the impact.
"May I finish my drink now, Lucy? Or does the Captain still need to be tended to?"
Lucy shook her head. "I'll change, sir and go back to him. You don't need to worry."
.Slowly, she stood and made her way up the stairs. She changed into a clean nightgown and scrubbed her face clean. It would do little to wash away the dirt that she felt crawl beneath her skin.