Say You Will Be Mine

Chapter 11 Being Insulted

Matilda was pressed by two maids in the bathtub and forced to take a bath.

She refused to give in and struggled hard, but the more she moved, the more dizzy she felt. Her vision

blurred and spun, as if she were drunk.

In the end, she was all sour and had no more strength to struggle. She had to let two middle-aged

maids change her clothes and drag downstairs and into a van.

The car shook all the way, making Matilda's head dizzier, and she almost got fainted.

All she could do was to bite her lower lip as hard as she could, and use pain to force herself to keep

sober.

She didn't know how long it took before the car finally stopped.

The door was open and two men lifted Matilda from the car. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Matilda saw the word “hospital” in a blur of whirling vision, and then she was carried into an elevator

and dumped on a single hospital bed.

The two men who had carried her in went out and there was a momentary silence in the room.

She pulled herself up and tried to get out of bed.

But as soon as he put one foot down, her limp body fell straight out of the bed and fell to her knees on

the hard, cold floor.

The pain in her knee made her calm. She gritted her teeth and crawled slowly toward the door.

The door of the ward was pushed open.

An unattractive male doctor opened the door and came in. His eyes lit up as his eyes fell on Matilda.

“What a beautiful face...” He pulled Matilda up from the ground in a hurry, and then pushed her onto the

bed. His eyes ran over Matilda's slender, well-balanced body, and he licked his lips in admiration.

“Good figure,” he said.

He said, reaching straight for Matilda's coat.

Matilda struggled feebly. That weak strength was like scratch an itch. She was waved off by the male

doctor casually.

“Fuck off... Don't touch me...” Matilda didn't have the strength to push him away. She could only

threaten him palely, “If you dare to touch me, I guarantee that Samuel will kill you tomorrow!”

The male doctor was unconcerned and unbuttoned Matilda's shirt. “I'm just going to give you a normal

physical examination,” he said with a smile. “Don't be afraid. I assure you will feel good too.”

The clothes were wide open. The cool air let Matilda out of goose bumps all over. Her belly surged a

feeling of nausea. It became stronger and stronger. She did not hold back, but directly spit out.

The black medicine that had not digested aspersed half of bed, even on that male doctor’s suit.

“Bitch!” He angrily scolded, suddenly pushed away Matilda and clapped off the black dirty.

Matilda supported her soft body, wiped the corners of her mouth and looked at him coldly, “Don't touch

me! Otherwise I will directly spit in your face!”

The doctor took off his soiled coat and looked gloomy.

“Bitch, how dare you?” He walked up and savagely grabbed Matilda by her hair and dragged her from

the soiled bed to the single sofa.

While speaking fiercely, he reached out his hand to grab Matilda's pants.

“If I hadn't been paid to sleep with you, I wouldn't be interested in a woman like you who's been slept

with by many men!”

Matilda struggled with her legs together, but because she was so weak, her legs were easily separated

by the doctor.

As he hurried to unbuckle Matilda's pants, he pouted his lips and kissed her neck and collarbone.

Matilda shuddered with disgust, but she had no strength left to scream for help.

She looked up at the ceiling in despair, and pressed her lips in silent tears...

She was now, indeed, more and more inclined to die.

Anyway, every of her day alive was very painful.

Her pants were unbuttoned, and the doctor was about to strip her completely...

Matilda closed her eyes painfully, with her heart dying.

But just then, with a loud bang, the door of the ward was violently kicked open.