Chapter 7
How is he supposed to assist the doctor? Isn’t Raven a patient here? I’m confused, but it doesn’t matter. If my time here has taught me anything, it’s that I’m an unwilling participant, but a participant all the same, because I have no choice.
I hang my head down, and follow my doctor of two years, as Raven follows closely behind me.
My heart pounds in my chest as I think of all the things I might be walking into.
The cement walls are filthy, the floor I’m staring at is even more so, but it’s the smell that makes bile rise in my throat.
It smells like a mixture of death, and raw meat left out for far too long.
Don’t hospitals have to go through certifications, and meet some kind of standard?
I’ve always associated a medical facility with bleach, and extreme cleanliness.
This one is anything but. I’m not sure who cleans Wellard Asylum, but they are doing a horrific job.
We walk into a room, and I stop and gasp, as Dr. Martin says, “Welcome to my office.”
This looks nothing like the office I’ve been to, and I know immediately this is some kind of torture room.
There are ropes in multiple places, hanging from the ceiling.
A tub with long porcelain legs is high up, almost at shoulder height, with a black seat in front of it, chained to the ceiling.
I swallow hard when realization hits me.
It’s a sex swing. There’s no desk in this room, like you’d expect from a psychiatrist. I spot the couch off to the side, as well as two matching dark blue chairs.
Beside them sits a tall black storage cabinet.
I have no idea what’s in there, and I’m not sure I want to know.
“Have a seat, Bianca.”
Dread fills me, but I do as the doctor says, and immediately regret my choice of furniture, when Raven takes a spot beside me on the couch.
“I’m an old school doctor. It was once widely believed that the way to cure hysteria in women was by forced orgasms. Most of the medical community has lost their way, but I believe it still holds value.
Raven does not agree with you being drugged, so we’ll try it his way first. Take your clothes off, and stand in front of the tub.
If you fight your therapy, it’s going to be so much worse.
You are a murderer, and I guarantee you, we will get to the root of your problem. ”
Squeezing my eyes shut tight, and clenching my fists, I try to get a breath, but I can’t.
“Now,” Dr. Martin yells, and I jump, as I pop my eyes open to find him staring at me with a menacing expression.
My breaths continue to come out quick and shallow, as I get up and begin taking my hospital clothes off.
They are light blue and almost like scrubs, but seem more like a prison uniform.
I would much rather be stuck behind bars than to be going through this.
Prison would be nothing compared to what happens here.
I take my shirt off as my fingers tremble, and my chest tightens with apprehension.
As I remove my pants, with prying eyes glued to me, I know Heather was right.
I will never get out of here with my sanity intact.
Already, I feel like I’m losing my grip.
Walking over to the tub, I stand where I was told to and close my eyes again, hoping that if I don’t see what’s happening, it won’t be as bad.
The same way you shut your eyes on a scary rollercoaster.
Big hands grab my hips and lift me. These hands feel different from last time, so I’m sure it’s Raven, not Dr. Martin.
Fluttering my eyes open, I stare directly into his eyes, and know I was right.
Raven is a tall, attractive man, with dark eyes and a fit body.
If circumstances were different, I’d say he’s hot, but they aren’t different.
He’s naked, which I choose to ignore for the moment.
Without saying a word, he puts my legs through the holes in the swing.
I cry out loudly when he straps my arms to the restraints attached to the sides of the swing.
“Please, Raven, don’t do this to me.”
He groans softly, as my doctor sits on the sofa, watching us like this is a captivating movie.
“Fucking good girl. Beg for me. Cry for me. Scream for me.”
I hear a humming noise, and my eyes drop to his hands, when I spot a vibrating toy in his grip.
“No!” I shout, but it’s too late. He has the toy on my clit, and my legs are stuck in this damn contraption, so there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Come for me. Show me what a desperate slut you are,” Raven growls, but I don’t want to orgasm. I want no part of it.
As if he can read my thoughts, he chuckles.
“You can fight it, little Lunatic, but you won’t win. Your mind says don’t come, but your body will give in to me. Every fucking time.”
The vibration becomes too intense, and tears stream down my face. I scream out as an orgasm overtakes me against my will. Balling my hands into fists, I buck my hips as one climax fades, and another begins. I want to stop, but I can’t. Even as they both laugh at me, like I’m a sick, twisted joke.
“I think she’s ready,” Dr. Martin says, his tone sounding vicious. Raven turns off the toy and tosses it to the floor. Moving up my body, he places his hand around my throat, with a sadistic grin on his face as he stares at me.
“Do you believe in God, little Lunatic?”
I shake my head, trying to get free from him. He isn’t squeezing my throat, but I don’t doubt he will.
“You’ll worship me, and I’ll take what I want, any time I want it.
When we finish with you, you’ll be a used up mess.
There is no one to save you. Not even God himself.
Ever play that game when you were a kid?
The one where you practice how long you can hold your breath underwater? For your sake, I hope you did.”
“No!” I scream.
“NO!” I yell louder, but it falls on deaf ears.
Raven reaches around me and turns the water on, filling the tub. It’s as if he somehow knows this is one of my biggest fears. I can’t swim, so I’ve never learned how to hold my breath underwater.
This is it. I’m going to die here. You win, Sullivan. All the times you beat me and didn’t kill me, but these two psychopaths will.