## Amy's Psychiatric Treatment (MMF+/FF)

Post by KingMush » Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:50 pm

Amy's Psychiatric Treatment
PART ONE: THE ADMISSION
It was a raining day, the clouds were dark grey and the sun was nowhere in the horizon, just some rare light shining through the endless clouds. There was a fair bit of fog in the air, which clouded the horizon greatly. There had been better days, although Northern England wasn't necessarily a place of beaches and swimming pools all the time, unlike in the brighter South. On the top of the large hill remained the old but still functional psychiatric hospital, or as they liked to call it, mental hospital, since that's how it worked, really. Once someone was admitted there, willingly or mostly unwillingly, they were never really heard from again, apart from if you asked, even then they gave a very vague answer and refused to let you talk or even see the person.
In fact, the hospital made some people so much more mentally ill that they all stayed. It was rare, and if it ever happened, that would be once or twice in history that someone would be released, much less fully sane. Even if they played along, it would not be believed. What happened in there? That what Amy, a young girl from the nearby village, was wondering as she looked over in her large coat, sitting on a smaller hill beyond, nearer to the village in which she lived in for most of her life. An ex-friend of hers was once admitted to that hospital; she was so young and never came back. What could she be doing? Hopefully no harm came to her, but she would probably be even more ill now, so release was not in the horizon.
She decided to get up and go get closer to the hospital. It was allowed to do so, as long as you didn't get inside the gate or anything, completely safe. You could even look over if you so wished, but there wasn't that much to look at. She headed on her way and not even half a mile away, she was already on top of the hill, a bit tired from the small climb, but with the lack of possible heat exhaustion, she moved on and looked through the tall gate. It was a relatively old building made of decaying, white concrete with a few broken windows there and there, and the building itself was decent-sized, mostly tall than wide, but quite wide neverthless. It was.. not quite that much of a wonder to look at, but the mystery was more important.
As she walked down for at least ten minutes, she heard two guards come behind her and turned around, mindful of her feelings. 'Excuse me miss,' one started, quite tall and wearing a blue security shirt and darker trousers with a good haircut, like the other standing beside him. 'Could we have your.. identification please? You are now on private grounds.' Amy stood there, confused. She always thought that the location was kept to the gate. She had never walked up to here on her own, much less with an identification, or without. 'Uhh,' she started, confused. 'I thought this was public grounds, well, my name's Amy..'
'Amy..' the guard started again, now looking at some piece of paper, as the other watched over Amy in silence, not wanting her to run away, supposedly. 'Yep, that's her. Come with us, miss.' he started again, with a more dominative tone. 'What? No! This must be a mistake.. I..' 'Your name is Amy Polds, is it not? Now come on.' he said with an even more dominative tone, and they both grabbed Amy, who struggled and begged for them to let her go. Truthfully, believing this was a honest mistake, she shouted: 'No, listen to me! I'm not insane! My name is Amy Parker, not Amy Polds! Please! Please!' before a guard started handgagging her tightly.
'There she is. Escaped again, aye?' said the nurse at the desk, with a sinful tone. 'Get her on the restraints.' she said. She was middle-aged and had a ton of wrinkles and grey hair, but it was too quick before she could examine her face fully. Thing is, this building looked old, very old even. The smell was like burnt ashes and coal. It was such an industrial-reminding place. Amy was, without struggle now, strapped tightly on to the bed from the wrists to the ankles to her waist and her neck with strong, leather straps. She was then given an injection which surely knocked her out as she started struggling again.
A few hours later, what felt like minutes actually, she, again, woke up, still strapped on to the bed. She tried to get off naturally with no luck as her restraints locked her in place. 'Hello? Anyone here?' she started shouting. In the distance could be heard screams of torture, things as such. She was very stressed and shaking, trying to loosen her bonds unsuccessfully. She started crying. How could this happen to her? This was such a tragedy. She was just enjoying the day outside and there she was now, strapped tightly onto a mental home's bed.
It was then that running from the hallway was.. what? Her old friend? Here? 'Julie!' Amy shouted in happiness. It was her, the one who was locked up here years ago, and they met up again. 'Amy? Wha.. What are you doing here?' she asked, seemingly very confused about the situation. She was wearing a hospital gown which had worn off over time and was barely washed. It was clear the hospital was a dead place with no life. Amy started explaining: 'Well.. I was outside and.. They just took me..' before being shocked herself if this was even reality or not. 'Umm.. Any ideas on how to break out?'
'Well..' Julie started quickly. 'They strapped me up but I managed to escape using this sharp needly, look!' she said as she pointed to it, optimistically. She started undoing mine until I saw a large guard from behind her grab her, handgagging her until she stabbed his shin, knocked him out and had an idea: 'We'll tie him up later to that bed.' she said with a wink, as she continued undoing my bonds. I undid the rest of them and we quickly got out the room after strapping the guard to the bed and cleave gagging him with a bandana. He wouldn't be any trouble anymore.
It was all of a sudden in the last hallway that they were jumped by a ton of security guards and brought back to beds with strong restraints, right next to each other. What had happened? They had been fooled! Damn it! With wheels on them, they could easily be carried. They were then discussing to each other and we tried to talk but they brought long pieces of hard cloth and cleave gagged them tight, rendering them pretty much mute with inaudible speech, which Amy tried to do countlessly. Then she remembered, she still had the pin! She waited for them to go, and she started undoing her bonds before hiding it again in her pocket as two security guards came and started rolling them to a room, labelled 'ECT Treatment'.
Amy immediately realized this and started to struggle and scream through her gag. The guards were annoyed and told her to shut up or it'd be worse. Arriving at the room, Amy and Julie were strapped to different beds, facing more down this time, but quickly they were prepared, put some sort of cream on and round gags were put in their mouths, as said for safety of the teeth and tongue. They tried to struggle with no avail. Amy tried to spit the gag out but it was just jabbed back in deeper in which she could no longer push it with her tongue and started drooling a little more this time.
Electrodes were connected to their head and the electricity was turned on. 'MPPPHHHH! MPHHHHHH!' could be heard from both the girls as they struggled senselessly for the few endless seconds until it was turned off and the equipment was quickly turned off from them. It was then that they were re-strapped to their beds, barely conscious, and put back to sleep again. When they woke up, Amy was wearing a ball gag but not Julie, who was only cleave gagged with a bandana. Probably because Amy would spit it out again. Damn those idiots, now she could protest even less.
TO BE CONTINUED
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