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His words make me shudder, and I try to pull away. “Help,” I scream, dropping my weight so he can’t pull me anymore.
“I see we are doing this the hard way,” he mutters, grabbing me around the waist.
Have you ever tried to fight off someone while in a straigh jacket? It’s awful. I feel like a worm as I struggle and kick.
Collymore throws me over his shoulder, one meaty arm pinning me against him and I feel his hand trail up my leg. Freezing, I gasp in disgust.No… No. Fuck, this can’t be happening right now.
My skirt rode up as I struggled and I can feel the cool air as his fingers dig into my thigh now. “The hard way makes my dick turn to fucking stone, and it’s really uncomfortable to do my job this way. I feel like you owe me for my discomfort,” he says.
“You don’t have to do this,” I whimper as he grabs the material of my underwear and rips it away.
“You won’t be needing these anymore,” Collymore chuckles darkly.
I hear him inhale deeply, and I swallow back bile as I imagine his bulbous nose buried in my panties. This orderly is nothing but a thug hiding in this facility. He shoves them into his pocket, and then I can feel his finger dragging along my folds and probing my opening…
I lose my shit. I scream and buck, and all I can think of isfuck no. This is not happening, even if it may all be some kind of fucked up illusion in my head, I am not getting assaulted today.
Collymore curses as he struggles to keep me still. He yells as he runs and body slams me into the wall. I never once thought he’d do this and I swear I’m broken. I lay limply in his arms, whimpering. My head and back hit the wall, and I’m one throbbing mess. The man is a beast, and he gave zero shits about hurting me. Swinging me into his arms in a bridal carry, he grins down at me.
“Not so tough now, are you? You’ll break nicely, doll. We are gonna have so much fun.”
“Hey, I heard yelling,” says a female’s voice. “Are you having trouble with her? Do I need to help?”
“Oh shit, now you’re in trouble,” Collymore says under his breath. “Nurse Elaine isn’t someone you fuck with.” Raising his voice, he smiles sweetly at the nurse. My head lolls, and I can’t see her. It hurts too much to bother trying to raise it. “No, Nurse Elaine. We had a small misunderstanding, and she fell. I’m carrying her in now,” he explains in a surprisingly calm voice.
This must be how he stays employed.The sweet, calm persona in front of others is the facade, because his patient bedside manner sucks balls.
“Good, good. I’ve got things to do today. Hurry up,” the nurse says. Her voice is clipped, uncaring, and I’m more than a little concerned to see what ‘things’ she has planned.
Collymore walks faster, and I bounce in his arms. He rolls his eyes at me as I whimper again. “I thought you’d be more fun,” he grouses under his breath.
I can’t respond, overwhelmed by how much everything hurts, as he walks into what looks like the nurse’s office.
“Lennon, my name is Nurse Elaine, and you’re here because you were brought to our care by a concerned citizen. It appears you were dancing in traffic, and talking about your dead mother,” she says.
My lips drop open because while I did see my mom, I’m confused by the rest of what happened.
“What?” I whisper.
“It probably all feels really jumbled and that’s absolutely normal,” Nurse Elaine assures me. “Colly, drop her on the table over there,” she directs him.
Collymore grins down evilly at me, as he carries me over and does just that. Every bump and bruise stands up and complains as my body hits the hard exam table. I close my lips tightly, not wanting to give him even one more sound of my misery.
“Good boy, always so good at instructions,” she coos and my eyebrows raise.She’s got to be fucking kidding me right now.
Collymore moves to the side as she comes over to unbuckle the straightjacket. “Now you’re going to be a good patient for me, aren’t you? Colly, tell me the truth, was she a stubborn whore while you walked her over?”
He chews on his bottom lip and then shrugs. “Yes Ma’am, I had to rough her up a little bit, but nothing that we can’t blame on her transfer in.”
I’m officially in the Twilight zone.
“I knew I heard yelling,” she says with a nod, yanking on a tie roughly. The nurse pulls off the jacket and then pulls my skirt right off.
Gasping, I try to grab for it, and Collymore grabs my arms. “Uh-uh. Let her do her job,” he says.
“What does her job have to do with my clothes,” I gasp and I kick out at the nurse.
The nurse rolls her eyes and mutters, “pineapple,” under her breath.
