Page 67 of Brainwashed

“Are you going to come for me?”

My lips tremble on the word, “Yes.”

And before I know what’s happening, I’m spinning out.

The orgasm sneaks up on me and I come, cock throbbing into the fleshlight while my hands squeeze to fists inside my straitjacket. I bite down hard on my lip to keep my moans in. But inside my mind, I’m groaning out his name.

Dr. Lemuel… Love.

My breathing is labored while I come down from the climax. And almost instantly, everything is removed. The dildo slides out of my ass, the fleshlight off my spent cock. My head is fuzzy while they all move around me, taking notes, removing electrodes, unshackling and pulling my pants and boxers back on.

Chest bumping up and down, I glance up at Dr. Templeton, the miscellaneous doctor who just fucked me, in a sense. And he has not the slightest bit of emotion on his face. It’s as if nothing happened. Like he wasn’t just knuckle-deep in my ass, fisting my cock for fifteen minutes.

“I guess psychopaths recognize their own…” I mumble at him, then glare at Johansson.

Neither of them says a word to me. Johansson nods at Claude, and then leaves with Templeton in tow, after which Claude locks up and leaves me behind. I’m just sitting, weighted to the exam room chair.

I spend hours staring at the wall, lost in jumbled images of what just happened.

A few hours later, Rook brings me back to my padded cell. He leaves and comes back a few minutes later with Eggo waffles, then feeds them to me.

But I’m completely out of it all the while. Literally, I feel like I’m outside of my body, looking on. Watching the husk of Felix Darcey move around.

So when Joy shows up a couple of hours after that to bring me for a shower, I’m really just looking forward to getting clean. I’mprayingfor at least relatively warm water so I can scrub that experience off my body.

But go figure, as we’re walking around the corner, we bump right into Dr. Love.

“Oh, hello, Doctor,” Joy says in a polite voice that’s obviously fake.

“Officer Jameson,” Dr. Love replies in his usual robotic tone. For some reason, right now it’s soothing to me. I think maybe I want to latch onto him because he makes me more comfortable than those other assholes. His eyes flick to me briefly before he asks Joy, “Taking Mr. Darcey for his shower?”

In the blink of an eye, my insecurities go full-force.Why is he assuming that? Do I look like shit?? Am I all mussed up? Can he tell from looking at me that I was violated last night??

Joy makes some joke about me keeping my balls clean, and I roll my eyes.

“Funny…” I mutter, then decide to keep talking. “But no, seriously… I’d really like to clean myself. Straitjackets aren’t exactly breathable, so it’s muggy as fuck in here.”

Joy chuckles, but my eyes are stuck on my doctor’s. He’s staring at me in a way that has me shrinking beneath that penetrating gaze.

Why do I feel like he can totallytellsomething happened? It’s like he knows I’m feeling off… He can sense it.

No way. That’s not possible. I mean, he’s good, but he’s notthatgood.

“I’d like to observe.” Dr. Love’s even-toned voice wipes out any trace of amusement in the air.

“Pardon?” Joy asks, sounding as startled as I am at what he’s suggesting.

“I would like to observe,” he repeats himself, slower. Condescending.Standard, really.

Joy is fuming. I can feel it. “Oh, no, I heard you. I’m just a little confused as to why you’d like toobservemy inmate showering.”

My eyes are flinging between Joy and Dr. Love, the tension shrinking me further into myself. I was already feeling off after last night. Now the two of them are arguing again and it’s just exhausting.

Dr. Love’s eyes seem to be lingering on me as he says, “My research methods are mine alone, Officer.”

I swallow a hard lump in my throat.He really wants to watch me showering…? Why??

My pulse is already ringing so hard in my head it feels like it might knock me over, muscles stiffening at the idea of himobservingme while I shower. Part of me is charmed at the idea that he might want to see me naked…