Crazy in love

"Now madam why don't you tell me what is the problem"

She looked up with a cold blank stare and stared into the therapist's eyes, "Your head is on your body, not my wall."
It was silent for a moment, then she threw herself against the handcuffs and started laughing maniacally. She kept pulling at the chain that was connecting the handcuffs to the table and began to cry while she was still laughing. This when on for several minutes until she screamed and thrashed around violently in frustration when the cuffs wouldn't break.

Through all of this the therapist had become frozen.
Never moved. Never talked.

He seemed completely unfazed by the woman's outburst and had become lost in his thoughts.
Has this woman truly been insane all her life or did the institute create her insanity?

"I want to help you"

The woman stopped everything and went back to the cold blank stare she had after the first question.

The room was silent, thick with uncomfortable tension coming from both ends of the table.
The therapist waited for the woman to make a move. She never did.

It remained this way for several hours until a voice on the intercom informed them that their time was up.
As the therapist made his way to the door the woman giggled evilly and smiled.

" You better hope your gone when I get out of here"

"That won't be necessary Miss Valse"

" No?"

"You will not be returning to the outside world this is your world now."