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Part XLIII She swallowed several times, trying to get the foul taste out of her mouth. Although she felt dizzy and confused, she struggled to her feet and staggered to the sink. The water was a slight improvement. But it was still an improvement.
Gripping the sink, Relena tried to put her jumble thoughts in order. She had been kidnapped, explaining the cell. She had finally been given something to eat but the soup had been drugged. “Why?” she whispered, her voice little more than a croak. She finally noticed her clothes. She was no longer dressed in the sweatshirt and jeans. She was back in her usual business attire. Someone had changed her clothes while she was unconscious. Her stomach rolled, making her retch violently. Someone had undressed her, touched her while she was unaware. What else had been done to her while she was out? She realized that her suit jacket was now stained with vomit. Disgusted, she took it off and threw it as far as she could. In her weakened condition, it wasn’t that far but it made her feel better. She quickly rinsed the sink out. Some of the smell still lingered but it had helped. At this moment, she would take any help she could get. The thin blouse that was underneath the jacket provided little protection against the cold air of the cell. Once again, she wrapped the wool blanket around her as she sat down on the cot. They would only change her into these clothes if they wanted a public appearance from her. What kind of message would they want her to give? ‘They wouldn’t have changed my clothes unless they had some good reason,’ she told herself. She pulled the blanket tighter. ‘Right?’ |
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