Laced in Darkness

Today starts as mundane as any other day—same shit, different day kind of thing. The door to my cell, I mean bedroom, is unlocked, and I am led out in chains by an orderly carrying a baton. Then I wait in line to use the restroom like a good little boy, whether I need to use it or not. No point protesting. The last time I did that, I was beaten unconscious by several orderlies and thrown into a padded cell for a fortnight. To be fair, I had beaten the first orderly to within an inch of his life before backup arrived because he had insisted he could help me with my zipper. After that, I am forced to have a three minute monitored communal shower and then placed in a line once more to take my mandatory medication. My mouth is checked to make sure that I have taken my pills today, though they are careful to keep their fingers away from my teeth this time, having learned their lesson the hard way, and then I am led to the hospital cafeteria for breakfast. Everything is exactly how it was yesterday, the day before that and shock horror, the day before that.

That is until a petite girl is escorted into the room wearing the mandatory grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. She has long raven hair that is just shy of kissing her delectable ass, haunting green eyes and the perkiest tits I have ever seen. In short, she is stunning. She doesn’t know it yet, but she is my new obsession. Welcome to Emerald Grove Psychiatric Hospital, little dove; let the games begin.