Page 10 of Release Me

I’ve never been sotired and worn out in my entire life.

The past week has been excruciating. I think about the dream I had last night and how real it felt. The orgasm I dreamt about was more intense than any I’ve had in real life in as I can remember. And when I woke up, the inferno that raged through me, the pain I was experiencing, it was all gone. Poof. As if I hadn’t been laying there in agony for days, struggling to rub the pain away. There are rumors that the institute is haunted, maybe a ghost took pity on me and helped a girl out.

I turn the shower off and grab my towel from the hook on the wall next to me. I ring the excess water from my hair, then wrap it around my body. As I walk to the other end of the bathroom to grab some fresh clothes, a man suddenly appears out of nowhere.

“Jesus Christ, Finn!You scared the shit out of me,” I smack him in the arm hard enough to leave a bright red handprint on his skin.

“Sorry,” he rolls his eyes. “But,it’s been an entire week, and all I could think about while I was down there was fucking you when I got out.”

“You’re going to be shocked to hear this, but I don’t think I have it in me right now. I’m completely drained.”

My mind floats back to my dream again, the way I squirted all over the floor. My subconscious obviously has a sense of humor.

“Oh, comeon!” he whines. “I’ve spent the entire week jerking off to images of you from my spank bank. I need therealthing.”

“What?” I drop the clothes I’m holding, beyond shocked at what he just said. “You weren’t tied to the bed, unable to touch yourself for the entire week?”

What the fuck kind of backward, double standard, bullshit is this?

“Um, no.” A look of confusion crosses his face. “Were you?”

“Ahhh!” I scream.

My anger is beginning to take over, and I know I am about to get myself into a lot more trouble. I’ll probably end up down in the basement again. They ought to just move my room down there. I storm out of the bathroom, still wrapped in my towel, on a mission to find Dr. Silver. Anyone who gets in my way will be torn to pieces.

When I get to the massive steel door leading from our wing of the floor, I push it open with hardly an issue, as though it’s as light as a feather. We’re allowed to leave the unit if we’re going to or from an appointment with our doctor, but they like having a heavy door in place to slow down anyone who tries to escape.

When I am in one of my rages, there’s no stopping me.

As I barrel down the hallway, I see Dr. Silver turn the corner heading in my direction.

“Brynn?” he starts, “what’s wrong?”

“What the fuck kind of ruthless, chauvinistic, motherfuckingpigare you?”

When I am close enough, I press my hand to his chest and push him backward. He doesn’t move very much though. He's a lot stronger than the door. God damn it!

“Woah, woah! First of all, you don’t talk to me like that, and you don’t put your hands on me. Second of all, youjustgot out of isolation,” he looks at his watch, “one hour ago. Are you missing it so much you’re ready to go back there? Because I will not hesitate to give the order.”

“Why the fuck did you restrain me, but not Finn?”

“Despite the activities you engage in with Finn, your illnesses are not the same and, therefore, do not require the same consequences.”

“That’s bullshit!” I stick my finger in his face, pointing at him as I scream. “He wasjustas much to blame for what we did as I was!”

“That’s enough, Brynn.”

I hear the same deep timbre coming from behind me as I did last night in my dream, and it stops me dead in my tracks. My face, currently contorted in anger, begins to morph into a look of shock and disbelief. I stand in front of Dr. Silver, frozen in place. I stare straight ahead, my eyes fixed on his chest, but it’s as if he isn’t there. As if, suddenly, I am alone in a blank room. There is nothing but white, and it’s deafeningly silent.

I hear footsteps creeping toward me from behind. My head starts spinning, and I begin to feel dizzy. I close my eyes and bring my free hand to the side of my head to try and hold it still.

It feels like I’ve been standing here for hours when something touches my shoulder. All of a sudden, everything stops. When I finally open my eyes, I realize I am still in the hallway and he is standing there in front of me. The delicious and mysterious man from my dream last night.

“You?”

The one person who has seen me at my weakest, my most vulnerable, since… I can feel my legs turning to jelly. No, don’t think about him. He hasn’t ruled my thoughts in years. The mystery man quickly throws his arms around my shoulders as I feel my body begin to crumble beneath me.

Then, my vision goes black.

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