Restrained Rehabilitation

Images, visions and memories flood past like I am sitting in a movie theatre watching the big screen, except it’s my life on show and I am the only one watching, I think?
Suddenly, black, hey where's the ending, I’m not done yet?


I see a small white dot, it grows. It's light, this is becoming some trip. I begin to hear voices, I am becoming aware. I feel the bed underneath me, stomach cramps. I feel limp.


My eye's peel open, "hello Princess, feeling comfortable are we?"


Oh crap I think to myself it's the nurse from hell yet again. “back again, sweetie stupid Bitch, I knew it wouldn't be long", she ad’s. My mouth opens; slowly I manage to add "fuck you".


*Slap*, straight on the cheek.


Rage fires up my tired and recovering body; I lift or try to lift off the bed but arrghh, what’s this I am cuffed at the legs and hands to the bed. She looks back a laugh's, "awwww poor wittle, thing" as she caress's the spot she slapped me.



"You’ll be my bitch and behave princess"


"Go fuck yourself Mole, that’s the only thing I'm selling you".


She grabs my face, pushing her thumb and fingers into my cheeks hard, I lunge forward bite her on the webbing. She pulls her hand away cursing and pulling a gag ball out of her pocket, "mmrrrph mrrrph", I try to retort.


I watch, as my eyes give evil stares as she injects something into my arm. I am conscious but very relaxed, unable to move or speak, lying on a bed with no windows, the door has a small viewing window in it, I notice that as my tormentor walks out of the room. I look around, everything is familiar I think I have been here before, I remember my events in the Soho leading up to my last stay.

I struggle to remember how I got here this time, my mind draws a blank, I remember dancing on a table in a bar and then... scratchy scratchy...

I can't see any personal items. I feel tiredness overcoming me, my eyes close.
Repeated visits from the nurse from hell, still she feels the need to keep the gag ball in my mouth, with no concept of time it seemed like ages yet it was only a matter of hours and she loosens the strap on the gag ball, slowly removes it from my mouth.


I gasp for air, never thought I’d be so happy to take a breath from my mouth, I almost had to think about breathing. "Now lets try this again" She ad’s as she slides the back of her hand softly across my cheek. I turn look up into her eyes; she seems a little more genuine with her touch.

"What's worse my bark or my bite, Nurse Bitch"?
"Miss Bitch to you, princess"
"Oh vomit I feel sick all a sudden"
*Slap*
"Oh slap me some more Miss Bitch"
"You like it rough don't you princess"
"Conversation is going no where, I need to pee"
"I'll get a bed pan"
"I hate them, let me walk please"

She presses a button on the side of the bed; a large male nurse walks in the room. He is has a dark complexion, short black hair, rather physical looking, yummy would be a better word.
My eyes light up a bit more; my nurse from hell removes the sheet and motions to the nurse. He walks over she slides her hand on the inside of my lower leg.

Slowly one each bind is removed from my legs and arms. I sit up in the bed, the hospital gown isn’t tied so well at the back, my lower back tattoo is showing. The words bite me encased in tribal designs.

She slides her hand over my back. "Walk with us princess"
I am slowly helped out of bed gingerly walking over to the door aided by my male nurse, still not knowing his name.

"What’s your name, sweetie"
No response, "Cat got your tongue?"
"I've trained him well princess”, ad’s my nurse from hell.

I am helped into a hall way, slowly I make my way down the hall way, led by two companions. I have no idea how long I have been here or much about what happened to me. I walk gingerly down the hall way, my head bowed down, holding my tummy as I walk.

I walk past closed door's I see now windows I must underground this time I am starting to think. I suddenly Stop near the end of the hall, I am looking at a set of steel bar’s, closing a dark room. Another hall way leads to my right.

My companions stop, look at me. I see a figure moving inside.

"Hey", I shout.
"Hey, what" she adds
"Not you, him or inside there who is he"
"Keep walking Princess, he's a bad boy'
"I like bad boys, though"
"Oh we know, princess, we know, keep walking"

I start to move slowly across the hall, turning right, as I pass the steel door, I don’t take my eyes off the darkened room. Slowly he walks out of the darkness. Tall, an average build for a guy, not muscle bound, but a nice chest, he is wearing nothing but a ripped pair of jeans. Sandy blonde hair that rest on his shoulders.

He looks rough, but roughly handsome, I smile he is look at me. He walks towards the bar's grabbing hold, I see the tattoo on his right forearm "hellbound" it reads.
He smile's, I wonder, who is this guy, what is he doing locked behind steel bar's in a darkened room. I want to talk to him but Mr Mute here is leading me away, I slide my head back as I pass the corner of the doorway.

He turns, walks towards the darkness I see the tattoo on his back it’s a wolf.
I muse to myself "a hellbound wolf maybe", I look up, suddenly I have a purpose, what is a guy with a tattoo of a wolf and the words "hellbound" doing shut in a room like an animal.
Oz, x