:Chapter 9: Belinda

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BELINDA

[emotional]

I sit up in my hard, cold

bed and survey my room.

The walls are some faded

old shade of red. I’m almost

freezing to death in here!

Why on earth did it have to

be so damn cold in here?

“Alright, you little bitch, come

on. You’re supposed to go see

Dr. Weston right now.” My

nurse is a guy, and he really

doesn’t seem happy at all with

his job. I’m pretty sure he hates

it here as much as I already do.

I follow him to Dr.

Weston’s office, and he

just leaves me there,

not even telling me where

he’s going. I know I’m

supposed to get a schedule

tomorrow morning to

explain how my day works.

“Belinda, do please come in. Sit

down. We can go ahead and get

started with your evaluation once

you sit down, okay?” Dr. Weston

looks very young and definitely

educated. He’s absolutely handsome

in every respect, and honestly, if

he weren’t my psychiatrist, I’d be

trying to get in his pants and on his

body.

I automatically move over

and sit down in the couch

by his desk. I wonder if this

couch is comfy enough to

fuck someone on it, and it

feels that way. I think I’d

like to take the good doctor

right here. I can’t see a ring

on his finger anyway. Hell,

I know if I’m given a shot, I

can charm the pants off of him.

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