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He seems uneasy by my eagerness, but he’s the one who called me. He knows how good I am at my job. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here right now.

“From what I’ve read in the notes, she seems like a pistol,” I gaze back at the transcription, trying to hide the exuberant smirk from my face. “But yes, I’d like to take charge of her as soon as possible.”

ChapterFour

RICHARD

There isa small square window in the thick, steel cell door where the girl is being held.

“Why is she bound to her bed?” I question Raymond, immediately, upon seeing her.

I watch her through the glass as her body writhes with need. The pained look on her face saddens me. She twists from side to side and fights her binds. It’s as if she is trying desperately to rub her legs together to find release. When she is denied, she screams so violently andloudly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they can hear it on the top floor. Her flushed, rigid body rises off the bed as she screams until she passes out, before collapsing back onto the mattress.

“She’donly been released from isolation the day that she defaced Dr. Lewis’s office. Due to the nature of her indiscretion, we thought she could learn a bigger lesson if she were to be isolated from others, as well as herself, in a sense.”

Hypersexuality hasn’t always been accepted as a legitimate psychological disorder. Centuries ago, women were locked away in institutions much different from this one. Doctors wouldcurewomen by removing their clitoris, sometimes their ovaries, too. There were even some extreme cases I read about in med school. Horrendous stories of doctors who were known to leech their patients’ vaginas, apply cocaine to their vaginal areas, and even scrub the area down with borax to rid them of theiraffliction.

The psychological community has come a very long way since then, but there is still a stigma attached to this disorder. One which I have been fighting to erase for several years now.

“How long has she been in here?” Iinquire.

“She’s been at the institute for about five months.”

“I mean, how long has she been locked in this room?”

“Four days now.”

I’m trying not to get angry. He explained to me that sexual disorders aren’t his forte.

“What she’s going through right now, Dr. Silver, the pain she’s feeling? It’s equivalent to a junkie or an alcoholic going through withdrawal.”

I glance at him, noticing his apologetic expression, before looking over her chart one more time. She was convicted of voluntary manslaughter...Pled guilty but not criminally responsible...Past crimes...Indecent exposure...Lewd acts... Exhibitionism...Reckless endangerment.

“Can I go in? Can I see her?” I request.

“Yes, yes. Whatever you need to do.”

He nods to one of the orderlies, and they unlock the door for me.

Her room feels like an inferno. When I walk to her bedside, I see she is covered in a sheen of sweat. I turn and stop the orderly from shutting the door.

“Wait, please keep it open, it’s sweltering. She needs some fresh air in here.”

Taking her still form in once more, I can see her chest rising and falling steadily. She’s in only a white tank top and a pair of white cotton panties, both of which leave nothing to the imagination. Her pebbled nipples are fully visible beneath her top, which has bunched up, revealing her taut stomach. She has the most amazing curves. Her raven-black hair, which is flung across the mattress beneath her head, is unruly and she’s sexier than any other woman I’ve ever seen before. I picture myself curling her long locks around my fist… Taking her under my control… Directing her head this way and that… Onto my cock…

Quickly, I snap myself out of my trance and hope Dr. Silver didn’t catch on before it became too noticeable.

“Where are her pants? Did she come here with them on?”

“She did, but the first time her nurse untied her so she could eat, Brynn hit her over the head with her tray and pushed her into the wall. She pulled her pants off and used them to try and strangle the nurse. Thank goodness the struggle was loud enough, the orderly down the hall heard it and was able to come to the nurse’said. We took them away from her after that, but we weren’tplanning onreleasing her without giving her a new pair.”

I nod in understanding.

“Well, I’m sure you have other important matters to tend to. I can meet you in your office when I’m through here if you’d like.”

“Um, sure,” he seems taken by my fascination, but agrees. “That sounds good.”

“Leave the keys, please.”

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