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The men and women surrounding me couldn’t come to a single conclusion about what was wrong with me and I fell into another restless sleep. Eventually they left me alone when the lights dimmed and then I fantasized about Markos once more.
He would return some nights, fucking me into oblivion by taking my pussy, whereas other times, he’d demand to take my mouth or my ass. At first, I struggled, but he always managed to subdue the fight within me, whether with pleasure or pain, or sometimes both. I would have countless orgasm
s under his control and I grew helplessly dependent on his demands. I began to crave him.
Soon, his visits consumed my entire night. I began to snooze during the day and the doctors grew apprehensive about my unusual sleep patterns, jabbering on about something involving circadian rhythms and all that. I turned my head away instead, thinking about the way Markos touched my flesh and the way every nerve in my body seized with heat.
One night, he was much later than usual, and I begged him to come to me. After what felt like hours, he finally appeared, and he gave me exactly what I needed, although he spanked me first, which made me even more desperate than I had been before.
He punished me, and I groveled at his feet. By the end of the night, I made it up to him as much as I could, giving him access to all of me. I spread for him in so many ways that by the time morning came, I passed out from the pleasure he had so graciously granted me in return.
The next day, the doctors began talking about some new clinical trial, about a new magical drug that was supposed to block the visions from my mind and free me from my torment. They talked for hours and I ignored them to the best of my ability, but it was useless. Their constant bickering kept me awake, an unending chatter that wouldn’t stop and I couldn’t sleep, despite my exhaustion. Eventually, I heard them say that they all agreed that I was the perfect candidate for such an experiment and I was to be put into the patient pool immediately. They didn’t ask me if I wanted it though and when I protested, they ignored me.
I hated this place. I wanted out.
The next day, I was forced to swallow a handful of pills. There were three of them: one purple, one pink, and one a dark red color.
I refused at first, but then they threatened me with a cattle prod. I stared at them in horror, listening to the voltage crackle. The nurses by the doctor’s side glared at me with the unquestionable threat that they would follow through. Helpless against them, I was forced to comply with their wishes.
After that, I swallowed my pills like a dutiful little patient.
Markos never came that night.
I cried and sobbed for his return, but I was left isolated and abandoned. My pleasure smoldered beneath my skin, heated and needy for release, but I was left waiting.
He never came for me.
I sobbed all night.
Each day, the doctors came and forced me to take the pills. I was tortured with a clear mind, but my body demanded Markos to return, for his stern dominance to claim my submission and my utter devotion. Not only that, but my mind began to falter as well. I wanted him and soon, I became ravenous for him.
I’d do anything to bring him back.
My visions disappeared. I no longer heard his voice or saw us together, not even once. I wept, my pleasure unanswered and disregarded by everyone overseeing my treatment.
Forced into abstinence, I was miserable. Eventually, the doctors stopped coming to make me take the pills because they didn’t need to anymore. I fell into a numb state of mind, where I just obeyed and took them, despite the fact that they kept me from the one man I really needed.
Markos.
Even with the pills blocking him from coming to me, he was the only thing I could think about. He consumed my every waking thought.
The more I was made to deny him, the more frenzied I became to have him.
I began to grow angry. Furious that the doctors had the nerve to deprive me of him.
I grew desperate enough to touch myself. Night after night I tried to bring myself to completion, but it never worked. He wasn’t there to guide me. Even so, it felt wrong without him watching over me. It felt like disobedience.
Since I had been marked for good behavior, the doctors had released me from my bed prison. They had taken the leather straps away and I was grateful for it. I was granted the right to my own bathroom and even though I was under constant supervision from a camera in the corner of the room, I was given my freedom to wander around my small chamber.
Without Markos though, I felt hollow.
Day blurred into night. I no longer knew what day of the week it was or even what month I was in, but I no longer cared. I’d lost my job and my friends. I’d been committed to a fucking insane asylum and then, they had the nerve to take away the only thing that mattered to me anymore, the only person who brought me pleasure in this world. Soon, I came to realize that the only thing I needed to do was to figure out how to bring him back.
Unfulfilled and incomplete, like I was missing a crucial part of me. I couldn’t hang on much longer.
I needed Markos and he needed me.
I searched my surroundings, trying to figure out how I could fix this. It didn’t take me long to find out which angles the camera captured and which ones it didn’t. If I went to the far-left corner of my room, next to my bed and drew on the paper they gave me, I knew they couldn’t see what I was doing because my body blocked the view. It was the blind spot that I crucially needed.
