His Forbidden Treatment - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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In this silent war, I wasn't fighting alone anymore.
The truth always finds its way to the surface. Once the storm passed, the monster would have nowhere left to run.
When the video dropped, the internet exploded. It spread like wildfire, igniting outrage that grew fiercer by the hour.
At first, the other victims stayed silent—too afraid to speak up. But as the firestorm raged, one by one, they found their voices.
My inbox flooded with messages. More footage surfaced—each clip another damning piece of evidence against Dr. Ethan Lowell, exposing the predator hiding behind his white coat.
The mounting accusations finally forced the police to dig into his past.
A search of Mercy Private Hospital turned up hallucinogens in his office. Then, at his home, they hit the jackpot—a hidden camera, meticulously positioned.
The footage was a nightmare. Over a hundred women, violated without ever knowing.
With proof this undeniable, the cops moved fast.
Lowell had already bolted for the airport, but they caught him at the gate—suitcase in hand, boarding pass crumpled in his fist.
The interrogation peeled back the layers of his sickness.
For years, he'd played the same twisted game.
First, the spiked coffee. Then, when they were helpless, he took what he wanted.
And after? He didn't stop there.
None of them remembered.
Not only did he get off on it—he'd built a business. Selling their stolen moments on the darkest corners of the web.
Two birds, one stone.
In the end, he got five years for distributing illegal pornography.
With his mask finally ripped off, I could breathe again.
But my body still wasn't right. The damage ran deeper than flesh—it was in my head.
Emily had a solution. An old classmate, fresh back from studying overseas, had opened a counseling center in San Francisco. She offered to connect us.
When Ryan heard, he didn't hesitate. "You should go."
"It might not fix me right away," I said quietly.
His brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
I stared at my hands. "This kind of healing... it could take years."
Ryan grabbed my fingers, squeezing tight. "Then I'll hand in my notice. We'll move to San Francisco together."
I jerked my head up. "But your promotion—"
He grinned, ruffling my hair. "I can get promoted anywhere. We don't need this place."
The truth always finds its way to the surface. Once the storm passed, the monster would have nowhere left to run.
When the video dropped, the internet exploded. It spread like wildfire, igniting outrage that grew fiercer by the hour.
At first, the other victims stayed silent—too afraid to speak up. But as the firestorm raged, one by one, they found their voices.
My inbox flooded with messages. More footage surfaced—each clip another damning piece of evidence against Dr. Ethan Lowell, exposing the predator hiding behind his white coat.
The mounting accusations finally forced the police to dig into his past.
A search of Mercy Private Hospital turned up hallucinogens in his office. Then, at his home, they hit the jackpot—a hidden camera, meticulously positioned.
The footage was a nightmare. Over a hundred women, violated without ever knowing.
With proof this undeniable, the cops moved fast.
Lowell had already bolted for the airport, but they caught him at the gate—suitcase in hand, boarding pass crumpled in his fist.
The interrogation peeled back the layers of his sickness.
For years, he'd played the same twisted game.
First, the spiked coffee. Then, when they were helpless, he took what he wanted.
And after? He didn't stop there.
None of them remembered.
Not only did he get off on it—he'd built a business. Selling their stolen moments on the darkest corners of the web.
Two birds, one stone.
In the end, he got five years for distributing illegal pornography.
With his mask finally ripped off, I could breathe again.
But my body still wasn't right. The damage ran deeper than flesh—it was in my head.
Emily had a solution. An old classmate, fresh back from studying overseas, had opened a counseling center in San Francisco. She offered to connect us.
When Ryan heard, he didn't hesitate. "You should go."
"It might not fix me right away," I said quietly.
His brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
I stared at my hands. "This kind of healing... it could take years."
Ryan grabbed my fingers, squeezing tight. "Then I'll hand in my notice. We'll move to San Francisco together."
I jerked my head up. "But your promotion—"
He grinned, ruffling my hair. "I can get promoted anywhere. We don't need this place."
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