Just The Way You Like It - Under Construction

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Alice lay awake, pretending to sleep, just like Dr. Hansen had told her to. 'Shit you really messed this one up Alice. Now they are going to kill you for sure.' She had thought that him sitting next to her was all the sign she needed to go ahead with it. At one point she thought he was going to touch her, but he didn't. Dr. Hansen had been patient and kind with Alice, and letting her write was the greatest gift she thought he could ever give her. It was almost as if she had been talking. Sort of like breaking the rules without actually breaking any at all. There were no rules about writing, but it was never necessary. They never gave her anything to write with or on.

Alice had been waiting for him to stop asking her questions before she began to give him what she thought he really wanted. But when she saw him move to get off her bed, she didn't want him to leave without any satisfaction. Since she couldn't talk, Alice did the next best thing she could think of. She had gotten good at removing a man's clothing long ago, and although she was still sore and pretty exhausted from all the writing she had just done, Alice knew she couldn't let him leave angry again. She still didn't understand what she had done wrong, but she was pretty sure it was going to get her into a world of trouble. 'Why do you keep messing up with this guy? You've never had a problem like this before.' Most men enjoyed having her take off their clothes. She was always careful not to damage them.

He had jumped out of the bed so fast Alice thought maybe she had hurt him somehow. But when she saw him putting his clothes back together, she knew she was in trouble. Never upset a client, that was another rule. She was breaking so many of them today. But what did they expect? They had put her in a strange environment with lights and sounds and people coming in and out. Alice couldn't keep her head on straight anymore. She was positive she'd never see this Dr. Hansen again. They would probably find a different girl who would do things right, and she would be tortured to death with the rest of the misbehaviors.

He told Alice to go back to sleep, which she couldn't do right away, but she thought she had at least pretend. Incurring more anger would only make things worse later on. She had learned quickly to obey any direct orders from the men, to not do so only brought the pain. Usually though, they told her to put her arm here, or her leg there, to contort into some ridiculous pose. Sometimes Alice couldn't, though she always gave it her best try. If she didn't do so quickly enough, they would break her various body parts and force her into whatever position they wanted her in themselves.

It hurt like hell, buy crying or yelling out only made it worse, and was again against the rules. After they were done with Alice, she would be brought out, her limbs would be pushed or pulled back together, and then she was put into her box to sleep. It was sometimes a blessing though, to be broken, it usually meant a longer respite from the next man on the list. She was rarely ever fully healed though, before they would pull her back out of her box and send her to the next one.

Alice knew the doctor didn't leave right away, but soon she was getting too sleepy to be sure. She must have fallen asleep at some point, however, because the next thing she knew, they were back to finish what they had started; the torture.

Dr. Hansen slowly trudged his way back out of ICU and made his way into the doctors' locker room. He walked past the multiple rows of lockers before entering the men's shower room in the back. All he wanted was a nice hot shower, and a nice warm bed afterward. He would have to settle for a decently warm shower, and a cot in the Doctor's Lounge next door. He stripped down naked and turned on the tap to the shower. Every time he closed his eyes, he could feel Alice's hands running over his body. Her hands were as smooth as silk. He felt a rush of blood travel south as he recalled her small hands undoing his pants.

Blake tried to force himself out of it, but his tired mind kept returning him to the same scene over and over again. What if he had remained in the bed with her? How far would she have gone? His physical response along with his next thoughts were almost shameful. He opened his eyes under the stream of water just long enough to turn the faucet cold. The freezing rain that now showered his entire body snapped him awake long enough to force back the thoughts his brain was trying so hard to hold onto. But after a few minutes, not only was his body shivering from the cold water, but the thoughts were returning despite Blake's best efforts to quell them.

“I need to get out of here.” Blake said to no one but himself. “This is mad.” He turned the faucet off and grabbed the towel he had collected on his way in. He quickly wrapped it around himself and exited the shower room back into the locker area. Blake went to his own locker and grabbed a fresh set of clothes, applied his deodorant, and then checked his face in the small magnetic mirror he had attached to the inside of the locker door. “I need to sleep.” It was mostly a mutter at the point, and there was no one was around to talk to anyways. He donned his new clothes as quickly as he could, grabbed a fresh note pad off the locker shelf, shut his locker door, and exited back out into the hallway. Right next door, was the Doctor's Lounge, where a few cots were placed for the doctors to sleep on overnight if necessary. They were rarely used, but today would be a different story. As he opened the door to enter the lounge, he heard his name being called from down the hall. It took him a moment to register who it was, his eyes were so sleep deprived, his vision was becoming blurry.

“Blake!” It was Wallace Montgomery, head of the Psychology Department, and a dear, close friend. “Dear God Blake, you look like shit!” Wallace met up with Blake at the door, and together they walked into the lounge.

“I didn't sleep last night Wal, gonna try to catch some sleep here.”

“I heard Jane Doe woke up yesterday.”

“Yeah, and Willub gave her to me.”

“You lucky bastard.” Wallace had a way of swearing almost constantly, but he spoke without seeming to notice the choice words that wove themselves into his conversations.

“Her name is not Jane Doe.” Blake said yawning, and he sprawled out onto one of the cots, pulling a hospital issued blanket over his still half-wet body.

“Really? Shocking.” Wallace said with a smirk. “What name did you give her then?”

“I didn't give it to her, she remembered it on her own. It's Alice.” Blake was already almost asleep and he wasn't even sure if the two of them were still really talking, or if it was all in his head. He just couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.

“What do you mean, she remembered her own name?” Silence answered Wallace. “Blake, damn it, wake up you ass! What do you mean, she remembered?” Wallace began shaking Blake back awake to answer his questions.

“What? Oh Wal, you’re still here. What did you say?”

“What do you mean, she remembered her own name?” Wallace's voice was almost a growl, and he forced Blake to wake up long enough to respond.

“She wrote it down, her name is Alice.”

“Can I go see her?” Wallace asked, letting go of Blake. Blake slid back down onto the cot, and was again having a hard time separating sleep from wake. He waved his hand at Wallace, trying to get him to go away. This was a conversation they could have later, after he slept. Wallace got the hint, and left the lounge, but rudely slammed the door shut behind him. Blake was already fast asleep, and had no idea the terror he had just managed put into Alice that morning.

Wallace stormed out of the lounge, heading straight for the ICU. His brow was furrowed, sweat pouring out of every pore on his face. This was a disaster, he knew he should have talked with Blake earlier that day. Halfway on his mission to the ICU, he managed to run into Dr. Thomas from the Radiology Department. Having a change of plans, Wallace struck up a quick conversation with Dr. Thomas, and then headed back towards the Psychology Department's wing.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief he pulled out of his back pants pocket, and began running his tongue along the front of his teeth; making a soft clicking noise with his tongue. It was a habit he had picked up years ago, before he had even taken his job at St. Micheal's. He would place the tip of his tongue between his teeth and his gums and start a back and forth motion that could last for hours. He only did it when he was stressed, and now was as good a time as any.