The maid

You pass out after they leave and wake up to someone screaming. Your eyes flutter open to reveal a man with cleaning supplies, his hand over his heart. You open your mouth, intending to ask for help, but all that comes out is a tiny squeak. That seems to bring the other man out of his stupor as he comes over, eyeing you. "Oh God..." he breathes, "Don't move; I'm going to call for help." If you could, you would have rolled your eyes. You couldn't move even if you wanted to.

He leaves the room and you pass out again, freeing you from the pain that is left from the ****. You drift in and out of consciousness, waking in different places each time. The first you are still at the hotel, with more strange men surrounding you. You fall back into darkness before they even realize you're awake.

The second time you open your eyes, you're in an ambulance with the medics talking about things that you don't understand. They notice you're awake and ask you questions, but you only manage to squeak out your name before you fall **** again.

The third time you wake up is to people shouting and you feel multiple people scraping the cum off of you. A voice in your head reminds you that the police might be involved. You shiver and moan when you feel a needle going into your arm. They're talking about tearing and dehydration when you succumb to the pain-free darkness again.

When you finally manage to stay awake for more than a few minutes, you're in a hospital room with IVs in your arm. You don't feel much pain, so you assume that you've either been here for a long time or they have you on some sort of painkillers. Your eyes shift around and land on the call button, which you push in your quest for answers.

A doctor with blue-green eyes and a smile that makes your heart melt enters your room. "Mr. Halpas, it's great to see you awake." he says, moving to stand next to your bed.

You watch him with wide eyes, curious and afraid. He hands you a cup of ice chips to wet your mouth and you realize how dry your mouth was. "What...?" you ask hoarsely, hoping he understands.