The Slave of Pleasure
Chapter 53

Rachel

I stared at the nurse, unblinking, trying to understand what was happening there. The silence stretched for a few seconds, while tension seemed to take over the place. Her assistant watched us from a distance, without saying a word, as if she was waiting for the outcome of that confrontation. I was furious, confused and, above all, trying to regain control of the situation.

Finally, the nurse broke the silence: "Nymphomaniac." Her voice carried a certain impatience, but also something of resignation.

I frowned, surprised by the word that had come out of her mouth. "What?" I asked, even more confused than before.

She rolled her eyes slightly, as if she was tired of having to explain, and repeated with a bored tone: "Nymphomaniac... I'm addicted to sex. And that's kind of how I make new... friends."

I felt a whirlwind of emotions take over me — anger, disbelief, and something deeper that I couldn't identify. My thoughts were racing, and for a moment, I didn't know what to say. What was happening there was absurd, surreal, and I was still trying to process it all.

"I liked you from the first time I saw you," she continued, without any trace of real regret. "I thought we could be friends."

I stared at her in disbelief and replied impatiently, my voice louder than I intended: "YOU WERE RAPING ME!!!!"

The nurse sighed, as if she was aware of her mistake, but still didn't lose her composure. "I know... But I thought you were enjoying it, that you were just playing hard to get."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at that statement, and as much as I wanted to explode, something in her tone made me hesitate. There was a disturbing sincerity in the way she said it, as if she was genuinely trying to make me understand her point, however twisted it might be. She apologized, and, disconcertingly, I felt like she really wanted to be my friend-in a completely wrong way, of course.

I crossed my arms, trying to calm my tone. I still felt disoriented by the whole thing, but the truth was that the nurse was showing a side of sincerity that I hadn't expected. "I... I don't even know what to think," I replied, trying to keep control of the situation, although my voice sounded less firm now.

She shrugged her shoulders with a heavy sigh and said, more seriously, "You don't have to say anything. I know what I did was sick... And I'm really sorry."

Silence reigned between us again. I sighed, unable to believe what was happening there. I looked at her for a few seconds, trying to decide how to react. This all still felt like a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up. Finally, I let out a breath, calmer, but still in disbelief. I didn't know whether to accept the apology or simply leave as quickly as possible. The weight of that situation still hung in the air, and for now, I just wanted some peace.

I started to laugh. It was a nervous, meaningless laugh that came out without me realizing it. The nurse and her assistant looked at each other, visibly confused, as if I had completely lost control. Maybe I had, who knows?

I kept laughing, louder now, and almost out of breath, I exclaimed: "What is happening to my life, God? One moment I am at home with my mother and, the next, I am in a different country, with the man I love without memory, being sexually violated by a crazy woman who thinks she will make new friends by licking and sticking her tongue in other people's pussies!"

The nurse looked at me, perplexed, while the assistant, even more confused, asked: "Has she gone crazy?"

The nurse, still watching me, answered in a thoughtful tone: "Wait a minute... Vincenzo what?"

My laughter stopped abruptly. The smile disappeared from my face. I realized what I had just said, and suddenly the tension returned with a vengeance. My heart began to race, and a chill ran down my spine. I had said too much. The nurse tilted her head, looking at me curiously. "Relax... I'm his nurse, have you forgotten?" she said, with a smile on her face, but her eyes were shining with interest. I felt my whole body tense up. My mind started to spin, desperately searching for a way out of this situation, but nothing came to mind. She knew about Vincenzo. Of course she knew. I had seen her at the hospital, but now the reality that she was taking care of him hit me hard. She now had valuable information, and worse, she could use it against us. "I... I don't know what you're insinuating," I tried to divert, but my voice was shaky, revealing the nervousness I was trying to hide. She raised her eyebrows, clearly not buying my attempt. "You mentioned Vincenzo... It seems he's more important to you than I thought. Do you want to tell me what happened after you left the hospital?" My mind was in a mess. nça. How could I explain everything without giving too much detail? Vincenzo's memory loss, my attempts to improve our life together, the challenges we faced... I couldn't trust her, but at the same time, maybe she already knew more than I thought. What if she could actually help? Or... worse, what if she was already involved in all of this somehow? I quickly thought of all the possibilities. What did this woman know about Vincenzo? Did she know enough to understand the gravity of the situation, or was she just trying to extract information from me? "He... he's not well," I began cautiously, still trying to keep some control over the situation. "After he left the hospital, he lost his memory... We're trying to replace out what happened." The nurse looked puzzled. "Lost his memory? Vincenzo? That's interesting. I had no idea. He never mentioned anything about it while he was in the hospital. Does that mean he doesn't even remember you?" I sighed. That was the core problem, and now I had to decide how much I was willing to share.