Exposure Therapy (Jonathan Crane x reader)

Part 4

Summary | Dr. Crane tests a new drug on you and punishes your disobedience.
Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, dub con, p in v sex, crying, breeding, unprotected sex, drugs, coercion, impact play, bondage, degradation, humiliation, emotional manipulation, non consensual groping, angst, stockholm syndrome
Notes | Sorry I did not mean to make this chapter so long lol but there's not really a good place for me to cut it unless I want a super short chapter.

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The next few days were relatively uneventful. You ate, tried to sleep, and showered, not really interacting with anyone. You also didn't see Dr. Crane that whole time either. Which was nice, but you were anxiously awaiting his return for three straight days. Three days of barely sleeping, panicking when someone walked down the hall or opened your cell. But the fourth day came and you knew that when the orderly took you from your cell, you were being taken to him.

"Have a seat." He said, finishing writing something, but pausing when you didn't move. "Is something wrong?" That made you scoff.

"Seriously? You drugged and raped me."

"With your consent." He added.

"Through coercion!"

"What's done is done. Sit." You clenched your jaw and your fists, digging your nails into your palms, but decided to do what he said. "Thank you. I apologize for being gone so long, there was something I had to attend to." It took everything in you to not tell him that you don't fucking care and it was the best three days you've had since he kidnapped you.

"However I did have some time to work on some modifications for the drug you tried." You scoffed at the way he made it seem like it was voluntary. "It should still lower your inhibitions," He said as he pulled out his desk drawer and took out a syringe, "but it shouldn't necessarily make you aroused. We're going to find out." His lips turned up into a small smirk, making you narrow your eyes at him.

"I'm not fucking taking that shit again." You said bitterly, watching the way his smirk turned into an amused expression.

"It truly baffles me how you still think you have a choice." He said, standing up and walking toward you, making you stand to back away from him. "If I need to use force, I'm more than willing to do so."

"Fuck you."

He stopped walking and sighed, then went back to his desk, calling someone to come in. When a large man opened and closed the door, your breath caught in your throat.

"I just need you to hold her still while I administer this. Afterwards she shouldn't be a problem." He said to the orderly, who nodded and walked toward you.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You yelled, trying to move away from him, but you accidentally cornered yourself. You could either go toward the orderly, or toward Dr. Crane. The man didn't give you a chance to decide before he was lunging toward you and pushing you back until you slammed into the wall, knocking the breath out of you and making your vision spin. In your disoriented state, Dr. Crane was able to easily grab your face and turn your head to inject the drug. When they both stepped back, you stayed leaning against the wall, head pounding from the force of him pushing you into it.

"That'll be all, thank you."

You whimpered at the throbbing pain, but he paid no mind to your dramatics. Letting yourself slide down the wall until you were sitting against it and hugging your knees, you couldn't hold down the sob crawling up your throat.

"I don't wanna do it again." You whimpered, grabbing the sides of your head and resting your face on your knees. You babbled out incoherent protests and pleas, trying not to give in to the feeling flooding your brain, calming you down, making the emotions you were feeling only seconds ago, all but disappear, now a distant thought. When your sobbing died down after a few minutes, he moved his chair back and turned to face you.