Free Angels Bleed (Fallen Angels Book 1) by Max Hardy Page B

features, his expression one of astonishment as he looked at Saul.  ‘That was Dr Hanlon.  Not the Dr Hanlon I have been dealing with.  But the only Dr Hanlon at Broadmoor.  He is adamant about that.  He is also adamant that there isn’t a Rebecca Angus under their care.  They have no record of her at all.’

 
    6:02 am
    Dr Hanlon came back into the cell, an empty bucket in one hand, a cup of steaming tea in the other. 
    ‘You’ve been gone a while, I thought you just went for a pee?’  Rebecca asked rather curtly.
    Dr Hanlon smiled at her as he positioned the clean bucket back under the seat from where he had removed it earlier.  ‘Rebecca my dear girl, you aren’t the only patient I have to look after.  Would that you were, life would be so much simpler.  Now, I am going to take your head restraints off so that you can have a decent cup of tea without drinking through a straw.  I am trusting you, so don’t let me down.’ 
    He expertly loosened the buckles on the straps with one hand.  Rebecca let her head sag forward and then circled it around her neck, revelling in the release, her eyes rolling with the simple pleasure of the movement.  ‘That feels good.’ she said as Dr Hanlon raised the cup to her lips and she took a few sips.  ‘That feels even better.  I haven’t had a cup of tea for…god I can’t even remember how long.  I can remember plenty of times tea being drank around me, when they were on their breaks.’
    Dr Hanlon let her have a few more sips, then sat back down in his seat with a gentle groan as his knee bones cracked while bending.  ‘Tell me, was Dr Ennis ever involved in these break time sessions?’
    ‘Oh yes, he was always involved.  Perhaps not in the way you are thinking though.  It was only ever six of the orderlies and eight of the guards that played with me.  The women were the worst.  By that I mean they were the more aggressive.  The men were just trying to get me off, or get themselves off.  I seemed to be some kind of challenge to the women, an affront to their femininity, an aberration they had to punish.  Either that or they just got off on the violence of the action rather than the sex.  No, Dr Ennis never touched me.  He only ever watched.  I would see him, his features framed in the oblong observation orifice of the door to my cell.  I knew that look on his face.  I had lived his voyeuristic eyes devouring every last morsel of the depravity that was being exacted in front of him.  The frenetic vacillation of his face told me he was masturbating.’ she said, calmly.
    He leaned over, offering the tea again, shaking his head disconsolately.  ‘How can you be so calm about that Rebecca? It is abuse, plain and simple abuse.  Regardless of the fact he never touched you, he was aware and involved in the act.’
    ‘Perhaps. Don’t confuse the legality with the morality of the act.  They are very different.  What you would consider to be morally reprehensible is not necessarily illegal.’
    ‘I am very clear on the legality of what you are telling me, Rebecca.  It’s encouraging to see you raising the philosophical question.  In this instance it is illegal.  As much as you feel complicit in not discouraging them, as much as you have an empathy with Dr Ennis’s voyeurism, as much as your sexual preferences may not be morally acceptable to some, you were allowed to be systematically sexually abused by fourteen people by a man who was charged by the state to look after your welfare, to protect and nurse your fragile mind. A mind I may add, that is showing me an exceptional level of self-awareness.’  He gave her another sip of the tea.  ‘Tell me about Madame Evangeline?’ he asked.
    She smiled a crooked smile, a wicked glint in her piercing eyes. ‘Well, now you are talking morally questionable.  Hannah was the only lover I ever had.  When I killed her, I promised myself that I would devote my life to bringing Michael up.  And