You’re strapped down. Helpless. She stands beside you—cold, calm, clinical. A tray of instruments gleams under the light. She runs a gloved finger across them, choosing slowly. "You’re not here to enjoy this," she whispers. "You’re here to end
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…
