Every day she would tell the psychiatrist how she was abducted at night by the wardens and they used her as their sex toy
but he would show her the cctv from her room showing how she slept like a baby all night …
it was faked of course
losing my mind used to scare me…but as it goes it turns out i really dont even care ne more.
As sleep deprivation took it’s toll, her mind became more pliable. She was nearly ready for the next phase…
“Would you like me to stop by at night to make sure you’re well fucked in?”
“… what, Doctor?”
“I asked if you’d like me to stop by at night to make sure you’re tucked in and sleeping.”
“Oh… Would you, please? Maybe around 3 in the morning is when it’s happening, as near as I can tell.”
“You mean the hallucinations? They happen on schedule?”
“I… I still can’t believe it’s all in my mind! It seems so real!”
“Mmmm… well, remind me tomorrow and we’ll examine that further. In any case, I won’t commit to checking on you at a specific time. I know you’ll be spending all night gazing at a cock.”
“… at a what, Doctor?”
“I said I can’t have you anticipating when I’d check on you, it would be counter-productive, with you struggling to keep your eyes spread wide open and watching a clock the whole night. You need your rest.”
“… yes Doctor.”
“You seem shaky. I’m going to assign a physical therapist to make sure you get lots of exercise over the next few days. It should help with your sleep and a good workout has lots of other advantages, too. If things don’t improve then we’ll try a little hypnosis, okay?”
