Help Me

Chapter Seven

Waking up groggily, my body felt a lot warmer than it did before I fell asleep. Sighing softly to myself that I was still in this cage.

Suddenly the sudden urge of needing the toilet appeared. Fuck, fuck… fuck. Knowing all to well after I've woken up I always need the toilet, but what the fuck was I supposed to do there was no toilet in the cage and I wasn't even sure if there was someone outside.

Getting myself up quickly, not even bothering stretching, started to knock on the door. Someone should hopefully see that I'm in distress and quickly come.

It honestly felt like years later when the door suddenly swung open, stumbling back to be met with one of the females from before. She just glared at me, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the cell.

Pushing me towards a door, she opened it, shoved me inside and stepped in herself. “I'm not allowed to leave you unattended, but there's the toilet.” She gruffly spoke, like my presence was pissing her off in general. Surprised though as I didn't have to ask for what I needed.

Sitting myself down on the toilet, relieving myself quickly. Usually, if this was in normal circumstances and I wasn't so desperate, my body wouldn't have let me release with someone standing watching me, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

After wiping, washing my hands and flushing, she dragged me forcefully back to where I had just come from. The padded cell. Which in my eyes was more like a cage at this point.

Shoving me back in forcefully, slamming the door hard behind her. Yet again I was locked in, physically this time with my own thoughts. By the time I get out of here, my brain would probably be mush.

There was suddenly a click in the door, it had felt like decades since the door was last opened. Quickly shuffling myself back into the furthest wall, so they didn't have a reason to beat me.

The door finally opened to reveal the skipper lady, and two more women that I hadn't seen before. One of the females you could tell was the same as the other two women I had seen before, but the other one was definitely some sort of doctor. Figuring this out by the way she carried herself, her aura also screamed dominant.

One of the new women walked into my cell. She had exactly the same uniform as the other two. She had gloves on but no mask. She beckoned me to come closer to her, so carefully and caustically, watching her body language to protect myself.

Once I got in arms reach of her, she pulled out one pair of handcuffs. Holding out my wrists so she could cuff me, making sure I knew where everyone else was, but making sure she wasn't trying to pull anything herself.

Surprisingly, she actually cuffed me at the front, but also relieved that she could somewhat trust me, even though we had just met.

Helping me up, she didn't bother cuffing my feet. Starting to lead me to wherever they were taking me too.

POV The Skipper

It was around nine in the morning, I was currently sitting in my office trying to work out who to assign to the new patient. One guard usually had one patient but patients usually had two guards, one day and one night. Depending how volatile the patient is then they are usually assigned four guards, sometimes three but it's easier to work in pairs.

There were currently four guards who were trained specifically for difficult patients free.

Suddenly there was a knock on my office door, breaking me out of my trance. “Come in.” Calling out, hoping the person on the other side could hear me. The door opened and my beautiful wife walked in. A smile edged its way onto my face at just how beautiful she was.