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I don’t remember if he promised to come for me. My heartpounds, my hands getting sweaty as darkness begins to over take me due to lack of oxygen.

“No, no. We can’t have you going back to sleep,” Dr. Brunes croons, releasing my throat just enough so I can take a ragged breath before squeezing tightly again.

There’s no chance to scream, and I don’t think my self-preservation skills will allow me to anyway. My body is struggling to function, my fingers twitching now from both the cold in the room and stress.

“There we go,” Nurse Naylor says. “If I could just shave all of our patients' heads, it would be so much easier.”

“Let’s just settle for this one for now,” the doctor says goodnaturedly. “Miss Nina is strong, so I’d suggest getting a couple more nurses and the spark rod to make her behave. The little omega hates pain, she should behave for you.”

“Fucking weaklings,” the nurse mutters, the razor still in her hand as she leaves.

If I wondered if she was an omega, that answers it. It seems the betas in this hospital aren’t very impressed with my designation.

Releasing me, Dr. Brunes steps backward and folds his hands behind himself.

“Now, this entire process is going to be difficult, Miss Nina,” he says with a shrug. “I wish I could tell you that if you behave, it’ll be easier, but it won’t be. Your instincts will be to fight. As we want to pluck every seed of disobedience from you, we will put you in awful conditions to ensure that happens.”

What did my mother do?

This can’t be what she expected when she put me here, can it? Does she really hate me so much?

All of my questions die before they’re ever voiced because it doesn’t matter. The three nurses walk in, and they begin to release the restraints. As they do that, Nurse Naylor leans toward me and squeezes my nose so hard, I have to open my mouth in an attempt to breathe. She shoves a mouth gag insidethat spreads my lips apart uncomfortably. Shoving my head to the side, she tightens the straps behind my head.

“I don’t want to hear a single word from you,” she murmurs. “I also need to be able to brush those godforsaken teeth so this will have to do. Up we go now, ladies. Chop, chop. I don’t want to smell her any longer than I need to.”

Shame curls around me as the women lift me into the air. I know on some level that it’s not my fault I had my heat, but I can feel the heavy slick on my thighs and legs. I have a feeling it may even be on my sheets, a suspicion that proves true when a male nurse walks in to begin stripping the bed. I’m wearing a thin hospital gown, and I’m somewhat unsurprised they were able to change my clothes while I was unconscious.

My feet hit the cold tiled floor as the nurses pull off my hospital gown. My hands attempt to cover myself, but all I get for my efforts is a warning shock on my ass.

“Owh!” I yell, while Nurse Naylor smirks. I can’t speak properly with the gag, and saliva is already beginning to accumulate in my open mouth.

Have you ever tried to swallow like this? It’s almost impossible, so as they move me around, I gag on my saliva.

I bet Nurse Naylor was a school bully when she was younger too.

“You have no modesty, little whore, so don’t pretend to,” she says.

Hands push me into the little shower and the cold water rains down on me, feeling as if it’s stinging my skin.

A harsh soap is handed to me, and the nurses glare at me. The scent of it is making my eyes run because it smells awful.

“Don’t be daft, girl. Wash yourself!” Nurse Naylor yells at me.

Quickly, I run the soap over my skin, gagging at how awful it smells. It makes my skin feel as if it’s on fire, but there’s nothing else that I can do but do as I’m told. I’m already learning the seriousness of disobedience.

It’s not worth it to fight them on this small thing. I’ll save my energy to keep them from tearing away my very soul.

A nurse grabs my ear, ignoring my screech of panic as she takes the soap from me to scrub my head. It hurts because my pores are still open, and I struggle to hold back my hot tears of pain and loss, despite knowing that the shower will wash them away. There’s a handheld showerhead on the other side of the small stall, and Nurse Naylor turns it on.

When I see the setting she moves it to and how harsh the spray of water is, I gulp soundlessly. Fuck, that’s going to hurt.

“This is taking too long, and I have rounds,” she says, turning the water on me. It feels like a concentrated high pressure spray is being moved over my skin.

Or rather, it would be better to describe it as water being sprayed from a fire hose. My skin feels as if it is on fire, and it hurts as I gasp in pain. I can’t help it, I drop to the floor and cover my head as she attempts to wash off the soap. Honestly, most of it has already gone down the drain, this nurse is a sadistic bitch.

She ignores my protective crouched position, taking advantage of shooting water into vulnerable places I can’t ward off. A nurse leans forward and shoves my head to the tiled floor of the stall, and Nurse Naylor takes way too much pleasure washing below my waist with the shower attachment.

I’m screaming and writhing by the end, feeling her hand spreading my ass cheeks and pussy lips.