Chapter 11 #2
“Now, this entire process is going to be difficult, Miss Nina,” he says with a shrug.
“I wish I could tell you that if you behave, it’ll be easier, but it won’t be.
Your instincts will be to fight. As we want to pluck every seed of disobedience from you, we will put you in awful conditions to ensure that happens. ”
What did my mother do?
This can’t be what she expected when she put me here, can it? Does she really hate me so much?
All of my questions die before they’re ever voiced because it doesn’t matter.
The three nurses walk in, and they begin to release the restraints.
As they do that, Nurse Naylor leans toward me and squeezes my nose so hard, I have to open my mouth in an attempt to breathe.
She shoves a mouth gag inside that spreads my lips apart uncomfortably.
Shoving my head to the side, she tightens the straps behind my head.
“I don’t want to hear a single word from you,” she murmurs. “I also need to be able to brush those godforsaken teeth so this will have to do. Up we go now, ladies. Chop, chop. I don’t want to smell her any longer than I need to.”
Shame curls around me as the women lift me into the air.
I know on some level that it’s not my fault I had my heat, but I can feel the heavy slick on my thighs and legs.
I have a feeling it may even be on my sheets, a suspicion that proves true when a male nurse walks in to begin stripping the bed.
I’m wearing a thin hospital gown, and I’m somewhat unsurprised they were able to change my clothes while I was unconscious.
My feet hit the cold tiled floor as the nurses pull off my hospital gown. My hands attempt to cover myself, but all I get for my efforts is a warning shock on my ass.
“Owh!” I yell, while Nurse Naylor smirks. I can’t speak properly with the gag, and saliva is already beginning to accumulate in my open mouth.
Have you ever tried to swallow like this? It’s almost impossible, so as they move me around, I gag on my saliva.
I bet Nurse Naylor was a school bully when she was younger too.
“You have no modesty, little whore, so don’t pretend to,” she says.
Hands push me into the little shower and the cold water rains down on me, feeling as if it’s stinging my skin.
A harsh soap is handed to me, and the nurses glare at me. The scent of it is making my eyes run because it smells awful.
“Don’t be daft, girl. Wash yourself!” Nurse Naylor yells at me.
Quickly, I run the soap over my skin, gagging at how awful it smells. It makes my skin feel as if it’s on fire, but there’s nothing else that I can do but do as I’m told. I’m already learning the seriousness of disobedience .
It’s not worth it to fight them on this small thing. I’ll save my energy to keep them from tearing away my very soul.
A nurse grabs my ear, ignoring my screech of panic as she takes the soap from me to scrub my head.
It hurts because my pores are still open, and I struggle to hold back my hot tears of pain and loss, despite knowing that the shower will wash them away.
There’s a handheld showerhead on the other side of the small stall, and Nurse Naylor turns it on.
When I see the setting she moves it to and how harsh the spray of water is, I gulp soundlessly. Fuck, that’s going to hurt.
“This is taking too long, and I have rounds,” she says, turning the water on me. It feels like a concentrated high pressure spray is being moved over my skin.
Or rather, it would be better to describe it as water being sprayed from a fire hose.
My skin feels as if it is on fire, and it hurts as I gasp in pain.
I can’t help it, I drop to the floor and cover my head as she attempts to wash off the soap.
Honestly, most of it has already gone down the drain, this nurse is a sadistic bitch.
She ignores my protective crouched position, taking advantage of shooting water into vulnerable places I can’t ward off. A nurse leans forward and shoves my head to the tiled floor of the stall, and Nurse Naylor takes way too much pleasure washing below my waist with the shower attachment.
I’m screaming and writhing by the end, feeling her hand spreading my ass cheeks and pussy lips.
“Fucking disgusting,” she mutters. “So much slick, and I can’t tell if it’s new or not. Are you getting off on this, Miss Nina?”
“Wha?” I gasp, choking. I can’t speak properly, though it’s not for lack of trying as I attempt to scream that it hurts.
“I don’t care,” she replies. The next thing I know, she’s washing me as if I soiled myself with soap, and it hurts even more. I can’t not move, trying to kick her away but getting nowhere for my efforts as the nurses turn off the showerhead above me and hold me down.
I can’t do anything but endure it until finally, my mind begins to disassociate. My eyes go unfocused as Nurse Naylor pulls me up with a cruel glint in her eye and shoves the soap into my mouth.
Oh my God. It feels as if it’s burning my taste buds as she scrubs my tongue, and then forces me to rinse my mouth. Of course, it doesn’t go well because of the gag I’m wearing.
The other nurses calmly pin my arms back, kicking my legs so I’ll fall down when I fight back too much. I’m sure I’ll be black and blue after this.
Grabbing a toothbrush, Nurse Naylor adds toothpaste and scrubs my teeth so hard, tears run down my face as I sob. My gums hurt as she tears at them with the toothbrush, and I stop trying to be brave or strong. I’ve been scrubbed within an inch of my life at this point.
Again, she washes out my mouth by pouring water into my mouth, laughing as I sputter and pushing my face down toward the drain in the small shower so it’ll wash away.
I don’t fight as they haul me out of the shower, roughly drying me. I numbly stare as they force me to put on a scratchy pair of pants and a top. Relentlessly, they zip tie my wrists behind my back and march me in bare feet back into the bedroom that feels more and more like a cell.
I manage a passing, fiery thought of rebellion that they’re going to have a mess of water to clean up because of how much was tracked out and sprayed. It’s a small thing, but I know I’m not going to get many of these small acts of mutiny in here.
Another doctor awaits us with pursed lips as he watches me, his gaze heavy with annoyance.
“You certainly took long enough,” he mutters.
I can’t say anything to him without drooling, so I remain silent. Whoever created this awful gag needs to have all of their toenails pulled off one by one because it’s humiliating .
“Miss Nina, I’m Dr. Kind,” the doctor says.
I have a feeling there’s not much kind about anyone who works here. The way the doctors say my name also feels condescending.
“You’re already running late to your first therapy session,” he says, looking disappointed. “I hope you’re well rested, because you won’t be sleeping again anytime soon. I’m glad to see there aren’t too many bruises from your shower.”
My eyes widen at that statement that feels more like a threat, my heart constricting with fear. I also have a feeling that he expected me to fight more than I did.
I’m a smart girl. There was no way that I was going to win against these three women who are all built like they can bench press several of me and not be out of breath.
An orderly walks into the room, his lips twisted into a no nonsense look. None of these people have any scent at all. My nose is very confused, unable to understand why. In my previous experience, even betas have a scent. Maybe they use descenters?
Come to think about it, all I can smell is the foul soap they used on my skin, the scent of honeysuckle gone.
Another part of me is missing. Is that what I have to look forward to here?
“Richter, please take Miss Nina to her first therapy session. You know where to go. Don’t talk to her, or tell her anything. You know the rules for patients.”
I feel lightheaded as Richter pulls me away from the nurses behind me, his large hand bruising as he leads me out of the room. My feet stumble as I try to keep up with him, the cold floor not doing my still bare feet any favors.
He doesn’t speak to me as he walks, finally opening a door and staring at me.
“I should take the gag off but I won’t,” he grunts. “Don’t forget to keep moving your feet.”
Shoving me hard, he slams the door closed as I fall into blackness. Except, it’s not unconsciousness, I would rather have that. No, this is water and it’s deep. I can’t close my mouth, my hands are zip tied behind my back, and I kick my feet the way he told me.
I’m a very good swimmer, but I have thoughts of drowning as I fight against the inky darkness of the water. It’s also frigid. Over and over, I kick my feet, my thoughts on Cooper and Ethan even as I gag and sputter.
I’m going to swallow gallons of this shit by the end of this.
Just…keep…kicking.