She wanted to struggle but she couldn’t move. It was not at all a sight she would have expected in a gloomy colorless prison like this. Then he started to recant Aprils history. She was in a cot, the cot was real, wasn’t it? She wasn’t all that sure that she wanted to do this. The doctor approached her, the flickering needle coming closer and closer. ‘I know.’ April said disinterested. A nagging voice warning her, a nagging voice in the back of her head. A warm fuzzy feeling. He wasn’t wearing a doctors coat. She was loosing her balance. The room spinning around, wavering. She only vaguely remembered what was going on, she didn’t know whether her memories were real, she didn’t know whether the sensations en the situations she was experiencing now were real. What was the catch? ‘It’ll get better,’ he said again. Deep inside she felt his cock throbbing and ejaculating
He kept on lying on top of her. She threw the blanket on the bed and mumbled a grumpy hello to her bunkmate.
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