I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear. The door was locked. No one came in here last night.
Remember the last time you imagined you were being raped in your sleep? It must be your needy little cunt and your silly head acting up again.
You’re not even trying to get better, are you? You’ll have to spend another night in the straitjacket. You can have your masturbation privileges back when you show us you really want to improve.
So maybe we’ve totally actually played this out before.
(Note: The scenario was played in a totally consensual context involving safewords and aftercare.)