Page 44 of Release Me

Dick smiles at me, but it only lasts for a moment before he asks me to have a seat. His sofa is a lot more comfortable than the one in the institute, much like everything else in his house. I watch as he grabs two folders off his desk, as well as a pen and a notebook. Laying it all out on the table in front of me, he takes a seat in the chair on the other side of the table.

“This is the file containing the details of your trial as well as your time at Meadowlake. This one is your new file for the time you will spend here. I don’t want to refer back to this file.” He points to the Meadowlake file. “I want to start fresh. Let’s let go of everything that happened before you got here and begin again.”

He’s already trying to forget we had sex. Hewasusing me. And he’s going to continue using me for the remainder of my stay. I try to remind myself this is still a much better situation than the one at the institute, but the pain in my chest isn’t allowing it.

Fuck off.

I berate the softer side of me that slips out from time to time. I try to stuff her back down, but she’s a little stronger than she usually is. Bitch. It’s probably due to the depletion of my strength after what Dick put me through yesterday.

“Last, this is your notebook. Keep it with you, and write in it often. Whatever you’re feeling, get it all out of your head and onto paper. It's very therapeutic to write it down. Plus you can refer back to it and look for patterns of feelings versus behaviors. It will help you understand why you’re acting in a particular way, or feeling a certain emotion. After each of our sessions, I’m assigning you an hour of journaling time.”

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

I try to keep my face from showing any emotion, but I don’t know if I’m doing a good job or not. Either way, I’m sure Dick already knows I'm not going to like that idea.

“Until it becomes a habit for you, you need to make time to get it done. Okay?”

“Fine.”

It’s the best I can give him. Part of me wants to give him the attitude I’m feeling, but the other part of me knows my clit can't handle any other punishment he may have in store for me.

“Okay. Now, this isn’t going to be like a normal session today.”

“I had a little too much yesterday. I don’t think I can take another abnormal session right now.”

I don’t miss the smirk on his lips, and I sure as hell don’t miss the zing it sends straight to my pussy. Why does he affect me like this?

He knows what you want. What you need. You desire to give in to that.

I roll my eyes at my conscience. One second she’s tearing me down, making me doubt myself. The next she’s encouraging this situation to move forward.

“This won’t be like that. Today, I’m not going to lead the session. You are. Ask me anything. Tell me anything. Whatever is on your mind, the room is yours.”

Hmm. Okay.

“My pussy hurts.”

“Do you think it will help curb your disrespect?”

“It’s too soon to tell, doc.”

He’s about to scold me for calling him Dick again.

“Gotcha,” I joke.

He looks at me with only slight amusement.

“I don’t get sore after sex anymore. I can barely remember the last time it happened.”

I look down, trying not to think about my childhood, but suddenly that’s the only thing on my mind.

“I won’t apologize for making you sore.”

“I didn’t ask you to,” I snap at him, and the fierce look in his eye has me backpedaling. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“So...about yesterday...”

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