Chapter 10: Medical examination

Stephen gives Lucia a thorough medical examination.

During the following week, after I saw the horrible video in which Stephen and Richard fucked a drugged Lucia at will and she enjoyed it to the fullest, nothing remarkable happened. I continued sleeping in another room, although what I wanted most was to be with Lucia, but I couldn’t escape Stephen’s hold on me.

During the day, I tried to be close to her and show her my support and affection, but considering that our shifts at the hospital did not always coincide, I did not have many opportunities to do so. It also seemed to me that Stephen was trying to change my work schedule to annoy me and so that I would spend less time with Lucia. Fortunately, he did not suggest visiting us one night, which relieved me.

At work, I had confirmed that the apparently urgent transplant had come about as a result of a call from Stephen, who, as head of the transplant department, was responsible for organising the work and interacting with other hospitals. It was clear that it was a false emergency, intended only to get me out of the house so that he could drug Lucia and have his way with her.

Finally, the following Wednesday, ten days after that horrible Sunday of the video, Stephen called me into his office. When I entered, he had a smug smile on his face that made me want to punch him. Surprisingly, he told me to sit in the armchair in front of his desk instead of forcing me to stand as he had done on other occasions; that should have alerted me.

I sat down, and he asked me with a smile, “Well, Tommy, how’s everything? How’s Lucia?”

“Fine!” I replied grumpily, “Despite your disgusting manoeuvres, Lucia is fine. Fortunately, she doesn’t remember anything.”

“Yes, fortunately,” he replied with a cynical smile, “And you; calmer?”

“No.”

“Well, you should calm down. How are you sleeping alone?”

“Badly,” I replied.

“I’m sure you miss Lucia, right?”

I didn’t answer him; I didn’t want to give him that pleasure.

“Well, maybe Lucia doesn’t miss you, Tommy.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, alarmed.

“Nothing, just that maybe she doesn’t need you.”

“Of course she needs me, but you won’t let me be with her!” I exclaimed, growing increasingly uneasy with the conversation.

“Well, you shouldn’t worry; she’s doing fine. Just this morning I had the follow-up meeting about her operation. Do you want to know how it went?”

“Yes,” I replied, not quite sure where he was going with the conversation.

“I recorded a video; let me show it to you.”

Stephen turned the computer screen and started playing a video. It was recorded in his office, with a camera on top of a bookshelf, I imagined. I turned unconsciously, looking for the location above and to my right. The screen showed Lucia coming in and sitting down opposite Stephen. Stephen, as friendly and charming as ever, took two cups and poured coffee into both of them.

In the video, both Lucia and Stephen started drinking, and when he saw that I was getting nervous and staring, he said, “No, I didn’t put anything in the coffee. As you saw, I drank some too.”

For a while, they talked about Lucia’s health progress. Apparently, it would be the last check-up for six months, which made me very happy. It meant that Lucia had tolerated the transplant well, and from now on it would be routine check-ups.

When they finally finished talking about Lucia’s health, Stephen asked her, “So, how are things going between you and Tom? I hope he got over his anger after what happened last weekend. I apologised then for getting drunk and bringing you the box of liqueur chocolates, and I’ve apologised to him several times since, but he still seems angry.

I looked at him with hatred. Apologise? He had organised everything, and the apologies in front of Lucia were a lie to cover it up. And of course, he hadn’t apologised again or spoken to me. Stephen ignored me and pointed to the video.

Lucia replied, with a sad face, “Yes. Even though he says he’s not, he’s angry and doesn’t want to sleep with me; I feel lonely. And I’ve already apologised to him many times. I understand that it hurts him, but we were drunk, and besides, he was the one who started talking about having a threesome.”

“Yes, you’re right; he insisted that we sleep together, and I must tell you that for me it has been something wonderful,” Stephen replied in the video, getting up, walking around the table, sitting down in another chair next to Lucia and taking her hands.

“Oh, Stephen, I don’t know what to do or say. I don’t know what’s wrong with Tom, and I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” said Lucia, bursting into tears.

Stephen approached her and hugged her. Lucia continued crying, leaning on Stephen’s chest as he gently caressed her head.

Seeing those images, I felt a knot in my heart. I couldn’t bear to see Lucia suffer, and it was all Stephen’s fault. I hated him more than ever. He was separating us and making us both suffer.

In the video, Stephen continued to caress Lucia. But slowly, the caresses ceased to be comforting, less neutral, and he began to caress my wife more sensually, brushing her ears, running his hand over her shoulders, and caressing her neck. I noticed how Lucia was calming down, but her calmness was turning into excitement, and perhaps without realising it, she began to caress Stephen’s chest.