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Andrew here is an intake orderly who was one of the first ones I encountered here at Wellard. Not the only one, but one of the main ones I will be adding to my rapidly growing list of people I will be taking my anger out on once I’m out of here.
Because of my outburst in court, they felt I needed to be sedated immediately upon arrival and kept in seclusion for a few days in order to acclimate myself to my new residence. And for that purpose, I was given an injection of something that made the room spin and tied down to a freezing cold metal table.
He was my main caretaker and watchdog, and felt the need to teach me a lesson about how things are done here. From waterboarding to stripping me down, then fucking and beating me, he would switch it up every few hours and didn’t relent. When he figured out I enjoyed the torture, he just amped everything up and tried finding new ways to make me scream.
That was until Dr. Graveheart intervened. He’s my psychiatrist, and I’m still not sure if his intervention was a good thing or not.
Andrew has left me alone since then, and I haven’t seen him since, so I thought that was over and done with, but I guess I was mistaken.
“Ready for our session, slut?” he breathes in my ear. “I’ve missed my time with you.” His hot, acidic breath fans over my cheek, making me turn my head slightly away from him. I can hear the smile in his voice.
”Fuck off, Andy,” I reply in a bored tone, not even glancing in his direction. Using the name I came to find he absolutely hates because I know it pisses him off. This just makes our interaction a little more fun. “I don’t have the patience to deal?—”
My words are cut off when he strikes out, grabbing my hair by the loose, messy ponytail I have at the top of my head. My neck is pulled into an awkward angle, wrenching my head back. My scalp stings from the quick movement, making me hiss through my teeth. My hands immediately move to where he’s holding me.
I see Jackson move to stand, but the look I give him through gritted teeth and a small shake of my head tells him to stand down and leave it alone. I don’t need him put into solitary before we have the opportunity to leave.
One thing about me is my pain tolerance is high. It is off the charts, which this dumbass should have realized already. And pulling my hair, while it does hurt a bit, typically just turns me the fuck on, but not with this fucker. With him, it just pisses me off.
”What the fuck did I tell you about calling me that?” he hisses through his teeth in my ear, not expecting an answer. His response to me using that nickname makes me laugh. I know this makes me look even crazier than they already think I am.
But that's okay! I don't really care what anyone thinks of me.
”What’s wrong…Andy? That’s your name, isn’t it?” My condescending tone will definitely send him over the edge. Ienjoy pushing people’s buttons. It’s fun to watch them get all riled up.
”Shut the fuck up. You will be calling me Master by the time I’m done with you.”
”Not fucking likely…Andy.”
Turning with his hand still wrapped tightly in my hair, he pulls me along to follow after him, laughing while I stumble next to him in a half bent-over position as he stalks away from the common area.
I can see patients, nurses, and other staff still watching, but they do nothing to interfere. Jackson just stands watching, and he really looks conflicted about wanting to stop whatever this is that’s happening or just let it play out.
A few steps out of the common area, my eyes connect with one specific nurse that I cannot stand…Christina. The smile immediately drops from my face and I’m no longer laughing.
Fucking Christina! The other intake nurse who had her fun when I first came in as well. She just smiles as we walk past her.
Fucking bitch!
She will get hers before I leave this place as well. Trust me.
”You will crawl on your hands and knees begging me to fuck you before we’re done,” Andrew growls into my ear. His rancid breath makes me want to retch.
”The fuck I will,” I growl out, taking my focus off the foul bitch nurse. “In your fucking dreams.”
The laugh that emits from him is low, sounding sadistic and evil. “We’ll see about that.” His confidence in this situation is astounding to me.
He should know how stubborn I am from our first interaction. I don’t give in easily and all I do is frustrate the shit out of him, which to me is even funnier.
Did his time away from here make him forget?
That’s okay…I will be happy to remind him.
Scanning his card next to a set of double doors, he pushes through with me still in tow by my hair. This specific hall leads to the doctors’ and nurses’ offices, along with a few open medical stations. I’ve been down here for my few sessions with Dr. Graveheart.
Dr. Graveheart thinks he can fix my kind of issues with words.
Both mine and his.
