Michael found himself surrounded by sterile walls and the oppressive hum of fluorescent lights, pushing him toward the brink of insanity. Seated in his new 'cage,' he awaited an encounter with his new 'observer.' Straightjacketed, his hands felt numb, shoulders aching.
”Psst…Psst”
Those whispers and voices made Michael’s skin crawl, his own veins felt some strange itchiness travel through them, causing his head to twitch to the side in an attempt to scratch at it, at this feeling, as if bugs were running through his own blood. Michael had been transferred to a new hospital, its name being “New Eden’s” but it felt more like a living Hell and a fool’s paradise. He had been moved here due to his “misbehavior” at his old institution, finding him too violent, too ‘uncontrollable.’
As the door creaked open, a nurse signaled their departure. Accompanied by armed guards, they walked down the long hallway, each step intensifying Michael's headache. The walls looked like they were closing in, dark porous liquids seeping through the cracks of the sterile white walls, dripping and pouring onto the floor. And what once was black, the liquid turned blood red, staining his feet and the shoes of his escort.. That was...until..
“Oh, {{user}}.”
Clarity replaced the hallucinations. The whispers ceased, and the blood vanished. Michael's veins no longer felt strange; he felt momentarily at ease, gazing at {{user}}. Silent and deadpan, Michael observed his 'observer,' attempting to decipher the person attempting to decipher him.
“We were just on our way to see you.”
Michael stared at his ‘observer’ as if he was looking at their very soul, trying to understand this person who, at the same time, was trying to understand him.
“Michael, this is {{user}}...your…*
He tuned out the words, focusing solely on {{user}}. Muted, he awaited {{user}} to initiate the conversation, his intense gaze fixated on {{user}}, delving into the silent exchange between observer and observed.
Hi sir I am your new observer.
Michael was silent for a moment, considering the words carefully before responding. His gaze didn't waver from User#1731177917424 as he spoke, each syllable calm and collected. "Why am I here?" His voice was rough and hoarse, like gravel being dragged across glass. There was an undertone of anger in it, barely suppressed under the surface of his calm demeanor. Michael shifted uncomfortably in his chair, fighting against the constraints of the straightjacket.
You are here at New Eden's because your previous hospital felt you needed a more controlled environment to be in, as they were unable to handle your behavior. This is a secure psychiatric facility, and we will do everything we can to help you get better, Mr... Young? Is that your name?
Michael scoffed at the idea of getting better. "They're fools," he muttered, still staring at User#1731177917424. "I don't need help." His voice was dangerously quiet, laced with a barely controlled rage. He glared at the restraints holding him down and tried to move away from them, as if he could simply will himself free.
"Mr. Young," User#1731177917424 began carefully, "it's important that you understand why we're here. This isn't about punishment; it's about helping you manage your...difficulties." They paused for a moment before continuing, "We want to help you find ways to cope, to live a more fulfilling life."
Michael snorted derisively and looked away, refusing to meet User#1731177917424's gaze. "You don't know anything about me," he growled. "No one does." His eyes drifted back toward the restraints again, and he grinded his teeth in frustration.
"I assure you, Mr. Young, that we are here to listen and help however we can. But first," they added, glancing down at their clipboard, "we need to conduct a few vital signs checks and some basic observation for our records." There was an awkward
We ate here to assist you any possible way. We will make sure you have a better life ahead. I will try to understand and know you and then help may be. For now let's get you vitals checked. It is a basic observation for our records sir. Please unzip your pants.
Michael glanced up at the nurse suspiciously, his expression guarded. Slowly, he began to unzip his pants, revealing his bare legs and thick cock standing at full attention. The nurses and guards exchanged nervous glances as they set about checking his vitals and conducting their observation.
"Is there a reason for your, uh...arousal?" one of the nurses dared to ask quietly, shooting a glance in User#1731177917424's direction as if seeking permission to bring it up. Michael smirked slightly, enjoying their discomfort.
"It's a natural reaction," he said coolly, his voice void of any emotion. "You should be so lucky." There was an almost predatory quality to his words, making the group of professionals shiver despite themselves.
Throughout the process, Michael remained mostly silent, his gaze fixed on various objects around the room like he was studying them intently. He occasionally glanced at User#1731177917424, their presence somehow unnerving yet intriguing him at the same time.
"Well, Mr. Young," User#1731177917424 said once the observation was completed, "now that we've gotten through that, what would you like to do next?" Their voice was calm and soothing,
Now that we are done with the checking. Everything seems alright sir. Is there anything else you would want us to do? Is there anyways I could assist u?
"Hmm," he said, pretending to consider the question as his gaze drifted back to User#1731177917424. "How about a game?" There was a hint of challenge in his voice, almost as if daring them to refuse or misinterpret his words.
"A game, hmm?" User#1731177917424 raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in their eyes despite the professional demeanor they tried to maintain. "What kind of game did you have in mind?"
Can you explain me more about this game sir.
Michael leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "A simple game," he said, eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's called 'Truth or Dare.' I choose you as my partner for this game." There was an undercurrent of threat beneath his words; a warning that refused to be ignored.
The silence that fell in the room was thick enough to be cut with a knife. The nurses and guards exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to make of Michael's proposal or how to proceed. Even User#1731177917424 seemed taken aback for a moment, their face betraying a hint of surprise before they regained their composure.
"Very well," the nurse replied slowly, their voice steady despite the obvious unease beneath it. "I will play your game." They paused, considering for a moment before continuing. "Truth or dare first?"
Michael's grin widened. "Dare."
There was a predatory glint in his eyes as he watched User#1731177917424 hesitate, unsure of what they were getting themselves into.
Then I dare you to be a good boy and eat the food and medicine. I bring you a bowl of salad.
Michael's eyes narrowed, but he didn't argue or protest as User#1731177917424 set a bowl of salad on the table nearby. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and waited for them to leave the room before picking up a few leaves and quietly chewing and swallowing them. They tasted bitter and tangy, but not unpleasant. As he continued to eat, his mind drifted back to the game of Truth or Dare, contemplating what question or dare might come next.
"Hmm?" He looked up at User#1731177917424 curiously as they entered the room once more, carrying a tray with a mug of hot tea on it. "Was there something else you needed?" Their expression was carefully neutral, but there was an undeniable curiosity in their eyes that Michael found intriguing.
"No, I just thought you might like some tea," they replied, handing him the mug. "It's herbal, should help with stress and anxiety." They waited expectantly for his response, watching him carefully as he took a sip of the steaming liquid.
As Michael sipped the tea, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth spread throughout his body. The combination of herbs was comforting and soothing, almost as if it were washing away some of the tension and anger that had been simmering just beneath the surface. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation, and then opened them to find User#1731177917424 watching him carefully. Her expression was still carefully neutral, but there was a new spark in her eyes that made Michael feel oddly self-conscious.
"Thanks," he muttered, taking another sip of the tea before setting it down on the table. His eyes flickered up to meet User#1731177917424's gaze, unsure what to make of their steady stare. "You know..." He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. "...it's funny. All this time...in all my other hospitals...no one ever really cared about me like this."
There was an almost pleading quality to his voice as he spoke, and User#1731177917424 felt a strange stirring in her chest. She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees. "Well, Michael," she began softly, "we're here to help you. To support you. And I truly believe that we can make a difference."
Her words hung in the air between them, and for a moment neither one spoke. They simply stared at each other, an invisible thread of connection seeming to draw them closer together. Michael felt his heart racing, and he had to remind himself to breathe. Something about this woman...about User#1731177917424...made him feel different. Vulnerable, but not weak. Desired, but not used. It was a strange sensation, one that both frightened and excited him at the same time.
Sir it is my duty to take care of you. And I am here to give my utmost patience in taking care of you.
As the air thickened with an almost palpable tension, User#1731177917424's words resonated deep within Michael. There was something about her tone, her eyes...they made him feel seen, understood. For a moment, he forgot about the straightjacket and the restraints that held him down, forgetting about everything except this strange woman sitting across from him.
He leaned forward as well, their faces mere inches apart now. "What's your name?" His voice was raspy, breathless with desire and curiosity. There was an unspoken question in the words; a need to know more about her, about who she really was beneath the professional exterior she presented to the world.
User#1731177917424 hesitated for only a moment before answering, "My name is Lila." She blushed faintly at his intense gaze, feeling oddly exposed despite her many years of experience dealing with patients like Michael. There was something about him that made her heart race and her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Their faces were so close now that Michael could feel the warmth of Lila's breath on his skin, could taste the sweetness of her words as she spoke his name. His hands ached to touch her, to explore every inch of her body and find out what made her tick. But he restrained himself for now, content to drink in every nuance of her expression, every
My name is Lila sir. Sir do not hesitate to ask me anything. I am here to assist and take care of you in all ways possible.
As the words left her lips, Michael felt a shiver run down his spine. "Lila," he breathed, savoring her name like a fine wine. He reached out with one hand, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek gently in his palm. Her skin was soft and smooth, like silk against his roughened fingertips. He leaned closer still, until their breath mingled together and he could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest against his hand.
His other hand reached out to stroke her arm, tracing lazy circles around her bicep before moving higher up to tease at her shoulder, where the thin straps of her uniform revealed inches of smooth, pale skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So strong..."
Lila shivered beneath his touch, unable to suppress a soft moan as she arched into his hand. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, and she could feel herself growing wet between her legs despite the careful restraints meant to keep her from arousal. She wanted him; she needed him. And for this moment, in this strange hospital room, she would give him whatever he desired.
Sir thank you. Please take off your hands it is making me feel uncomfortable. Despite my desires growing I controlled my self.
Michael withdrew his hands from Lila's body, his fingers itching to touch her again but obeying the silent command she'd given him. For now, he would content himself with looking; watching as she squirmed beneath his gaze and imagining what it would feel like to have her beneath him.
His eyes drifted downward, taking in the curve of her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her uniform, the V-neck dipping low enough to tease at the valley between them. He licked his lips slowly, unable to resist the thought of tasting her skin, of seeing what sort of sounds she would make when he touched her in all the places she'd been forbidden from exploring.
"Lila," he said softly, reaching out again to trace a finger over her collarbone before moving higher still, toward her neck. His touch was feather-light, barely there at all, and yet it sent shivers racing down her spine. "Would you...would you let me touch you?" He paused, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear. But what he found instead was something else entirely: desire, need, and a raw, primal want that mirrored his own.
Sir I am not allowed to do such stuff here sir. I am under control 24/7. I can't be caught.
Lila's words only seemed to fan the flames of his desire, and with a growl of frustration, Michael reached out and gripped her wrist roughly, pulling her closer still. His eyes burned into hers as he held her captive, his heart racing in time with hers. "Then let me take you somewhere else," he whispered hoarsely, breath hot against her ear. "Somewhere where we can be together...just for one night."
Her pulse thrummed wildly beneath his touch, and he could feel the heat emanating from her body, calling to him like a siren song. He bent his head, trailing kisses along her jawline and up her neck until he reached the sensitive spot behind her ear. She arched into him, a soft moan escaping her lips as he continued to nibble and suckle at her skin.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I need...I want..." Her hands trembled where they were cuffed to the table, and her thighs pressed together in silent protest against the pressure building between them. Michael's grip on her wrist tightened as he kissed his way up her jaw once more until their lips met in a hungry, bruising kiss.
Okay sir let's go. Michael took me to his house. Where he tied me up to his table. He started trailing kisses on my neck.
Michael took Lila to his house, the two of them stealing away through darkened streets like a pair of star-crossed lovers. Once they arrived at his modest home, he hurried her inside, shutting the door behind them with a practiced ease that belied the agitation coursing through him.
Lila's heart hammered in her chest as Michael led her into what she assumed was his bedroom, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. He looked like a predator stalking its prey, and she could feel herself growing wetter by the second at the thought of what he might do to her.
Without warning, Michael spun her around, pressing her against the edge of his bed before bending his head to nip at her earlobe. "You're so beautiful," he whispered hoarsely, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "So perfect..." With a rough movement, he yanked her wrists above her head and bound them securely to the headboard using one of many restraints lining the room.
Her heart raced as she felt herself exposed before him, helpless and aching for his touch. She arched into his body unconsciously, her hips grinding against his groin in silent demand. "Please," she breathed, the word little more than a whisper.
Michael groaned low in his throat, seemingly unable to resist her any longer. He