He paused, questioning, "Still hurts after five days?"

Seizing the opportunity, Raegan let her tears flow more freely, reinforcing her plea. “Yes, it's still painful."

She exaggerated slightly, but it wasn't entirely a lie. Her skin was sensitive, and some swelling still lingered.

Mitchel looked at her, his expression unreadable. “Let me see for myself."

“No, please don't touch me Raegan cried out, gripping his hand firmly.

For a moment, they were locked in a standoff.

Then, in an abrupt move, her underwear was torn in two.

Embarrassment flooded Raegan, especially with the lights still on.

Thankfully, the swelling was visibly evident.

Mitchel, ignoring her protests, fetched ointment from the medical kit and applied it to the affected area.

His touch, though clinical, sent a cool relief through Raegan, leaving her momentarily dazed.

Regaining her senses, Raegan felt a surge of humiliation. Tears streamed down her face. Mitchel's actions had reduced her to an object, devoid of respect.

He then insisted she remain still, legs apart, to prevent the ointment from being wiped off.

Raegan's face flared in anger.

“Why don't you apply it yourself?" Mitchel asked, puzzled.

Raegan was at a loss for words. She wanted to explain the inconvenience of self-application and that natural healing would suffice.

But in actuality, she didn't want to use the ointment so that she'd have an excuse to stop Mitchel.

Mitchel then asked suddenly, "Did you avoid treating it as an excuse to avoid having sex me?"

The room was dead silent.

Raegan panicked, feeling as if he had read her thoughts.