Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 8 - Mind over matter

"Steven, be gentler with her! For Christ sake, you're going to cause me more work than needed!" Peggy vociferates.

Are you shitting bricks? Is she really referring to my injuries as work!?

I stand here frozen, wanting to scream so badly till my lungs give in. But knowing no one would come in here to rescue me, it's pretty much pointless.

I feel hands at my hips and my eyes widen knowing what he's going to do. He tucks his fingers into the sides of my shorts before pulling it down along with my underwear. My dignity instantly leaving my body. He pushes my back down in an arch form, and I end up bending over the bed. He tries to split my legs apart with the one hand while the other kept me down. I refused to allow him to humiliate me this way and kept my thighs tightly squeezed.

Just as I try to force myself up, Peggy inserts the proctoscope into my rectum, while my thighs are still shut together!! I couldn't help but give out a loud cry, and instantly gave up keeping my legs in such an uncomfortable position. The pain was surreal. Shame and violation consumed me to a point of no return. Hot tears, causing my eyes to burn, streamed down my face.

I stop crying out loud once the pain slightly subsides. As soon as I think that she's done, she pushes the damn thing even deeper in. Natural reflexes causes me to clench my buttcheeks, only making matters worse. 

"Don't do that, you're only going to end up hurting yourself!" Peggy yells. 

No shit Sherlock.

"The faster we get this done, the better. For both of us!" she announces yet again.

"And I'm just a brick wall?" Steven questions.

Ha, I knew it!

Steven's concrete block of a hand is still on my back, keeping me in place. The fact that he is most likely staring at my bare behind and Peggy is looking inside of it, makes me cringe so badly. I feel like they're star gazing and my ass is the telescope.

Peggy eventually pulls the ass grinder out of my rectum and places it in the tray. A sense of relief washes over me, and as for my dignity, it hopped onto the nearest flight and took off. Never to look back again. I lost it the second that moron defiled me.

Steven let's go of me and I awkwardly stand up, my back cracking in the process. I slowly bend down to pull up my shorts and underwear. 

"Can I go back to my room?" I ask without looking up to her. 

"No."

Say what!? She practically just raped your ass!! And now you can't leave!? Okay Jess, calm down. I'm equally frustrated.

"Why not?" I question, looking up. My eyes shot deeply into hers. 

"There are more evaluations to be done." She says in a 'duh' tone. 

Uhm, I don't think so. In fact, I've just about had enough of this. If I stay in this place any longer, I would sure as hell become deranged and erratic.

"Not a damn chance! Take me back to my room, NOW!!!" I strongly exclaim while walking towards the door. Peggy opens her mouth to say something, but Steven beats her to it. "Stop acting like the bitch you are. Sit the fuck down and do as she tells you to!!!" He yanked me by the hair and dragged my body back over to the bed.

And here I thought Peggy said they don't want to hurt us, Jess exclaims.

Us? What do you mean us, Jess? I'm the one experiencing the pain. You're just my conscience who-... my protesting thoughts get cut off by Peggy, as Steven now throws me into the bed. I crash into it before landing, yet again, onto the cold cement floor.