THIS IS MY FIRST POST HERE! THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.
All characters are 18 years of age and older only!
He holds up a syringe and looks you in the eye. "K, I have been thinking about this for a while now," he says. He goes on to explain that the drug in the syringe will render you sedated to the point of being unable to resist or even talk except in mono syllables that will only resemble words. While still holding your eyes, he informs you that if he must use the shot, he will have you involuntarily committed for seventy-two hours. He tells you that, with him as your psychiatrist it is likely that you will never leave the hospital. He is smiling a nasty little smile and seems so sure of himself.
You are completely blindsided. Your certain he is joking... or something. Your confusion shows on your face.
He assures you that he is not joking, but if you are a good girl, you will be rewarded.
He stands up and walks around the desk. Then behind the sofa you are sitting on. He puts his hands directly on your shoulders and whispers in your ear "Relax and enjoy. This will be over within the hour." A small giggle escapes him "I have a three o'clock." His hands move down to your breasts, and he caresses them through your clothes. He tells you not to resist as he has compiled a file on you that will allow him to keep you in the hospital for a LONG time. A made-up file, but no one except you and he will ever know about. A made-up file, in which you confess to thoughts of harming yourself, intricate plans of criminal activity including harming your parents.
K thinks, He is fucking serious! SHIT! What am I going to do. Give him what he wants, you decide. When you get away you can figure out what to do next.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" He whispers in your ear. You nod your head. He instructs you to say it aloud.
"Yes." It comes out as a squeaky little whisper.