captive 》h.s au

chapter four

They say that insanity is doing things over and over, expecting different results. I think that insanity is when ones mind is taken over by unordinary thoughts, and it just, collapses. Everything and anything you've ever known suddenly disappears, and the only thing left inside your head is the imaginary voice that we once called a friend. As you grow older, in time it becomes your enemy. It takes over your thoughts and persuades you to do things you couldn't even imagine. When insanity takes over ones mind, there's no going back. You are now just another animal in this society full of robots.

I know for a fact I am not insane. I am in control of my own mind. I make my own decisions. I know how to take care of myself. But what I don't know is how I'm going to persuade the warden to let me out of here.

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Today is my first weekly meeting with Rigley's psychotherapist. Every patient has to attend these meetings, and according to a blonde girl from group therapy, the therapist asks way too many questions and messes with your mind.

Paul, one of my guards, is escorting me to the front of the building to an office for my session.

"Do you have to dig your hands into my arms like that? It's not like I'm going to run away." I wiggle under his harsh grip.

Paul's hand slightly loosens against my arm, but is still puncturing my skin through the grey jumpsuit. He pulls me towards him and puts his face next to my ear. "We wouldn't want you to run away darling, would we?" His warm breath moves against the skin on my neck and one of his hands is now moving freely towards my waist.

I immediately jerk away. "Get the hell away from me!" My voice carried through the hall, echoing, but to my luck there was nobody in sight.

Before I can say anything more, I'm being turned around and shoved up against the wall with force. He puts his palm to my cheek and stares into my eyes. I look away in disgust. I call for help but nobody seems to hear me. He grabs my chin and pulls my face back into his view. "I've had my eye on you ever since you got here, princess." He purred into my ear just as I brought up my knee to connect with his crotch.

"Fucking asshole!" I screamed as loud as possible. While he clutches his manhood in pain, I rush off to find Mrs. Ashburn, the psychotherapists office.

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I approach a tall brown door, labeled "Ashburn." and I assume I'm at the right place. God only knows how much trouble I could get in for not being accompanied by a guard, but the first thing I'm going to say to this woman is what Paul just tried to do to me. I defiantly need a new security guard. I gently open the door and poke my head inside. "Hello?"

"Ah, Ms. Tanner! Lovely to see you." She cheers. I give her a small smile and close the door behind me. For a moment her eyebrows furrow and she glare over my shoulder, searching for my accompaniment. "Uh, dear where is your guard?" She said worried.

"He uh, sort of tried to assault me in the hallway." I began. Telling her this gave me a small feeling of embarrassment. "Basically he shoved me into the wall, and uh, started touching me."

She dropped her glasses onto the table and froze. "He what?" Before I could make myself clear, she had already started speaking again. "Oh that is not acceptable, I will make sure you have a new guard by the time were done here."

She picks up the phone and dials a few numbers, while I seat myself in the chair across from her desk. The woman on the opposite end of the phone appears to be the warden, but I cant be sure since there is only muffled voices.

Mrs. Ashburn hangs up the phone and smiles at me. "A new guard will be in here to watch you in 5 minutes."

I nodded in approval and gave her a smile. "So, uh what do I do now?"