Bang! Bang! Bang!
"What? Who's there?" Julia asked.
She looked up from her phone to see her psychiatrist standing at the door to her room in a pressed shirt, a black tie, and khaki pants. He walked in, leaning lazily on the doorframe.
"Good morning, Julia," Dr. Jonathan said as he walked in the door. "How are you feeling today?"
She sighed. "I suppose I've been feeling better."
A small smile crept up on her face.
"Well enough that I might be able to go home today?" She asked hopefully.
The doctor's expression changed, his brows furrowing.
"I don't know if you're quite ready to go home." He spoke.
"Please" she begged.
"I've been here almost two weeks; I've done everything you and the occupational therapist have told me to do. What more is there left?" She asked.
She felt her cheeks get hot as she became indignant.
"There is nothing left for me here."
The doctor slowly walked toward her and began to tower over her. He lowered his voice, lifted her chin to meet his gaze, and in a calm voice said,
"I'm the authority around here, okay?" A small smile crept up to his face. "You don't leave until I say you can leave. Is that understood?" He took a step back to watch her reaction.
She gulped, finding her voice.
"So, what do I have to do to go home? What do you want me to do?"
"You're going to be a good girl and do everything I tell you to, okay? You're going to show me that you're ready to follow the doctor's orders."
Julia felt her skin get gooseflesh as he spoke. She felt her heart race, afraid of what he was going to ask her to do.
"Shut your eyes." He commanded.
Reluctantly, she closed her eyes. She heard him undo the zipper on his pants. She felt her heart pound. So, this was what she had to do to leave the hospital? She felt his hand gently on top of her head.
"You can open your eyes," he said softly.
She opened her eyes to see his 7-inch cock right in front of her face. She felt her eyes burn and a tear fall down her cheek as he stroked himself right in front of her.
"Get on your knees. On the floor." He instructed.
She sat there dumbfounded for a moment before slowly standing up off the bed and getting on her knees.
"Now is there any fucking question about who is in charge?" Dr. Jonathan asked.
Julia shook her head. "No, doctor."