After sitting in traffic for a good 45 minutes, Illeanna finally managed to get herself home. The entire ride home had consisted of her trying to remain calm and in control of the relentless shaking of her hands. With a few deep breaths she finally mustered up the courage to go inside her house.
Illeanna knew that her fear of entering her house was irrational because she had yet to unlock her back door. The thought of anyone intruding into her home, her sanctum, at any time, was terrifying.
Walking into the kitchen, Illeanna decided to distract herself from the earlier events by cooking herself dinner.
"Tonight feels like a chicken alfredo night." she stated out loud to herself in a reassuring way.
Walking to the pantry she started pulling out the ingredients for dinner when her back door caught her eye. She stood upright and stared at the back door for a long moment. Illeanna slowly walked to the back door and placed her hand gently on the lock. She sat there for a long moment in thought then took a deep, shaky, breath.
"Oh this is absurd!" She exclaimed in frustration. Running her fingers through her hair she walked back and forth pacing in frustration.
Deep down, as much as she didn't want to admit it, she wanted to unlock that door, to see what could come from this experience and to see if this guy could really actually help her. On the flip side, the rational side of her brain reminded her that this was a complete stranger whom she had only met once and who planned to enter her house whenever he pleased. But he knew her secret.....she sighed hopelessly when she thought about the power he held and realized she had no choice. Walking back over to the door she unlocked the lock then went upstairs straight to bed at 6:00 PM. Her appetite was gone.
Her alarm woke her at 5 AM like normal. She had slept like a rock and was surprised by this considering she had been having trouble sleeping for several months. Why on earth did she sleep so well? If anything she should have been restless all night considering the events that happened yesterday.
"The events that happened yesterday...." she mumbled suddenly as realization hit her that the doctors appointment was real...that he was real and that he could be in her house right this very moment!
She looked around her room cautiously then stood frozen by her bed for a long moment, her heart beating hard and fast against her chest, she felt dizzy. Sitting back down on the bed she closed her eyes, balled her shaking hands into fists, and focused on controlling emotions. These anxiety spells just had to stop! The man was a doctor and there was no way he would actually risk losing his job over some dumb chick like her. She could trust him and she was just going to have to accept it.
"Enough of this." she murmured to herself as she stood up and confidently paced to her bathroom as she defiantly ignored her reality and hopped into the shower.
After getting dressed and ready for work she went downstairs to make some breakfast, she was famished due to skipping dinner the night before. As she walked into the kitchen a bright orange sticky note on the back door caught her eye. Had she put that there and just forgot? She was very forgetful these days.
As she walked over to the note her heart yet again started to race when she realized the writing was not her own. Picking it up with a shaky hand she stared at the two simple words scrawled on the sheet:
"Good Girl."
He had been there. While she slept he actually came into her house just to check and see if she had listened. How long did he stay? Or...was he still there? She ran to the front window and looked outside. There were no cars parked along the road. But even so, he could have parked out of sight and walked to her place. Starting to panic she decided that she would just pick up breakfast on the way to work and figure out her day later on.
After that morning, she heard nothing from him for several weeks. She had completely gone back to normal and just the thought of avoiding doctors helped her to keep her anxiety under control. Also, for some reason her insomnia and poor sleep had come to a complete stop. She had been functioning much more effectively ever since her appointment.
After working late one rainy night, Illeanna came home exhausted and sopping wet. Getting out of her car and walking inside, she didn't even bother to turn on the lights. She walked upstairs, stripped down to a tank top and panties, then climbed into bed.
He stood in the hallway smiling at the fact that she hadn't even noticed him, her defenses had finally dropped as he had hoped they would. Quietly reaching down into his black duffle bag he pulled out tape and a belt then calmly waited until she turned off the lights in her bedroom and was most likely asleep. She had drifted off to sleep like he hoped she would, he could tell because she was twitching from a bad dream of some sort, something that was very typical for her. He was pleased to see that the alprazolam injections had helped her sleep and had taken the edge off of the anxiety for the past few weeks but tonight she would not be getting any, no he had other plans for her tonight.
Sitting down on her bed she stirred slightly as he broke a strip of tape off of the roll and placed it across her mouth.
"No need to attract attention from the neighbors." he mumbled to himself.
She furrowed her brow and absentmindedly rubbed at her face still half asleep. Her eyes opened slightly and she blinked several times, as her hands moved up to her mouth she felt the tape then jumped awake. Staring wide eyed up at him she squealed in surprise then bolted upright in bed.
"Shhhhhh Illeanna it's just me, just relax you're ok. I taped your mouth so you wouldn't scream." he whispered reassuringly in her ear as she squirmed and struggled against his vice grip on her arms. "Lay down Illeanna. Come on, don't fight me, just do what I say and it will go much more smoothly."
She stared at him with a confused, panicked expression but surprisingly enough complied to his request. A satisfied grin spread across his face, it was such a nice grin she thought to herself. Slowly he released his grip on her arms pausing for a moment to see if she would panic and go back into fight mode....after a few moments he decided he could trust her.
He grabbed the tape and started wrapping it around her wrists. At first she held her hands together for him but after a few seconds it seemed the realization kicked in that he was tying her down and she began to panic. Shaking her head frantically she started trying to speak through the gag which only produced muffled protests.
"Now Illeanna this is just a formality to ensure the safety of you and I. In time, if you behave, perhaps a gag and restraints won't be necessary but for tonight you are going to have to deal with them."
His tone was as reassuring as he possibly could make it and his eyes were sincere. She stared at him still confused and scared but accepted that she would not be breaking free any time soon.
After tightly securing her hands and ankles to the bed, he then got up and walked out of the room. Her expression widened as she watched him move away from her and found it strange that as much as she didn't want him doing this to her, she still panicked at the idea of him leaving. A few moments later he walked back into the room with a floor lamp which he moved to the side of the bed and plugged into the wall.
"It's a good thing you never go into your guest bedroom." he stated as a smirk crossed his face. "Yea, I've been stocking up for weeks now. I believe we finally have everything we need." He smiled a sexy yet somewhat evil grin.
She watched warily as he brought in several large black bags, and two rolling metal trays. He slowly started unpacking the bags clearly in no hurry. She watched as the trays were filled with an assortment of items from gloves and examining lights to straps of various kinds and many other items of the sort.
"My first order of business is to examine the extent of your masochism. It is, after all, imperative that a doctor determine the severity of their patients...affliction."
