She is lying on her bed. Yet her arms are not strapped down, and she realises that her mask is off. She touches her face gingerly, worried about what she might find, but feels only smooth skin – no scars or bumps or holes or anything strange. She smiles in relief, as if a huge burden had been lifted off her.
And suddenly hands push her down roughly, tie her down, and bring the dark hood over her head again. She tries to protest, reacting against the loss of the relief, the wonderful feeling of her skin once again, but a thick plug is slid into her mouth hole and she bites down on hard rubber. There are no nostrils in the mask. She realises she cannot breathe, and try to spit the plug out, but a gag is stuck over it, tied around her neck, so it will not budge.
She is choking. Desperately, she tries to force some air in through the sides of her mouth but the plug is too thick, the gag is too thick and tight. There is no air. She sucks in noisily, frantically, through her nose, but there is no space between the tight mask and her skin. She jerks in a panic, trying to break her bonds, trying to shake the mask off, force the plug out of her mouth, but to no avail. She is going to die.
The leather blindfold is brought down over her eyes and she is plunged into darkness as she thrashes wildly. She is going to die, she is dying. Caught in her bonds, the thick black plug filling her mouth, blind. She wishes she would pass out, a merciful death, but she continues to kick and choke and scream behind her gag, and she feels that something else is being laid out on her body – a long, thick dark piece of cloth, from head to toe, covering her like a sheet, like a burqa, like a black shroud enveloping her as she feels her death and her panic and her own horrified, desperate wetness, and she cums helplessly as she ceases to be...
She wakes up screaming.
***
The nurse comes later, when she has lain semi-awake in the drug-induced stupor, strapped to her bed, for hours.
"Already awake?" she says. "There's a surprise for you today. "
She feels hands untying her and helping her up, as usual. But this time, instead of helping her to the wheelchair, the nurse makes her stand up and she finds Dr Farris there, watching her. The nurse makes her stand in front of the mirror on the wall, then Dr Farris steps behind her and starts to undo her mask.
"Let's see what it looks like now."
She feels something being untied, loosened – as if her skull were coming unstitched. Then he pulls, and the leather slides over her face, and off...
She opens her eyes.
A stranger.
