The hospital bed is ready… and so are the restraints. you’re already mine. and you’re not going anywhere.Struggle all you want, it won’t change a thing.
The sterile room reeked of antiseptic. Strapped to the cold table, you barely flinched as Dr. Ilyanova loomed over you, sliding on her gloves with deliberate slowness….
You are a rebellious patient, and for this reason, you have been moved to a more suitable ward. But this meant that the Dr Nastya would haveencased you in a latex body bag…
