They’re watching you. Two figures. Fully covered. Silent. One adjusts something on the tray. The other nods. No words. They’ve done this before. You try to lift your hand—you can’t. The mask tightens slightly. Warm. Sweet. Final. “It’s workin
I’ve discharged you from our system. Everyone thinks your surgery is over and that you’ve gone home. Don’t even try to fight it, no one knows you are here. All four limbs have been restrained. You’re all mine now.
Your defiant behavior had consequences—relocation to a stricter ward. Now, under Dr. Nastya's watchful eye, you found yourself restrained, unable to resist as she methodically prepared for an invasive RECTAL examination…
