NIGHTINGALE**When I woke up, I was a bit disoriented. For several seconds, I couldn’t remember where I was or how I got here, and the room seemed so unfamiliar. My limbs felt like jelly, and my lower half tingled. I was still in that dazed half awake state when the door opened and the man responsible for my condition walked in. It was seeing his face that triggered all my memories. I remembered how he caught me with the pills and his ‘punishment’… no wonder I felt so out of it after waking, I came so hard that I passed out right after. I was fully dressed now, and so was he. I usually sleep light so it’s a surprise to me that he dressed me and I didn’t even notice or wake up. I also feel clean instead of sticky so he must have cleaned me up too instead of just putting clothes over all the bodily fluids I slept with. I didn’t really know how to feel about that, should I feel violated or grateful?“You’re awake, good. We need to get strapped in, we’re about to land.” He said as he wal

NIGHTINGALE**I honestly don’t know what I was thinking at that moment. One second I was yelling at him, telling him how much I hate him, and then I saw the gun and my only thought was that I wanted to end it all. I grabbed the gun before he could stop me and pulled the trigger before I could overthink and convince myself that dying isn’t the best option. There was a click sound but the bullet didn’t leave the magazine because the safety was on. I didn’t get a second chance to attempt my murder, he grabbed the gun from me and threw it far from my reach.For several seconds we stared at each other and he looked at me like he couldn’t believe Ijust tried to kill myself. He seemed to just be realising what a mess I currently am even though he has tried to convince me and himself otherwise. I gasped as he moved close to me and grabbed the back of my hair so hard that my scalp twinged with a bit of pain.“Don’t ever do that again.”I expected him to yell or maybe even hit me. But he didn

NIGHTINGALE*I waited to see if he was bluffing but I should have known by now that Hakan wasn’t like the other men I serviced while I worked on the streets. He had my hands pinned above my head and even when I tried to move my hips and force his fingers back into me, he moved farther away.“Say it, Nightingale. Tell me I’m the only one who makes you feel this good.” He whispered against my lips.He was the only man who could make me delirious with pleasure but I didn’t want to say it because it felt like I was letting him win if I do so. I could feel his hardness against me and I knew that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. So I held on to my defiance and refused to speak, hoping that his control would snap and he would still fuck me. Instead he stripped me naked and bent me over the bed in less than two minutes.I was embarrassed by how wet I was, I knew that his hand was soaked with my juices and so were my thighs. But I don’t seem to be able to control my body’s reaction

NIGHTINGALE~“I’m not crazy.”“Therapy isn’t for crazy people. It will help your detox process.”How do I explain to these people in a way that they would understand? I don't want to detox, I definitely don't want therapy because no matter what she says therapy is just a way for them to know what's in my head and see if I'm insane. I just want to keep living in blissful oblivion.“I don’t want it, I don’t want to get clean either. I was basically kidnapped and forced to do all this. You’re part of this, so you’re basically a criminal too, doctor.” I said to her and she just smiled but her smile looked sad for some reason.“Then you’re lucky you have someone who cares enough to want you to live. If I had the guts to do what he’s doing for you, my twin brother would still be alive.”As she said this, I blinked repeatedly. I felt a twinge of guilt for bringing up something that obviously hurt her but just because her twin died doesn't mean I will. I've been using hard drugs for several

HAKAN*The rest of the day went by smoothly, but at night, Nightingale got worse. She was feverish and she couldn't stop it itching her arms. She had little bleeding stripes and bruises from her fingernails. I had to tie her wrists to the bedpost to stop her from harming herself even more, but being restrained made her even more restless so she began to attack me with her legs."I hate you! Why did you bring me here? I hate you so much!" She screamed and nearly knocked my teeth out with a kick.I held her ankles and pinned them to the bed so she couldn't hurt me."Please, it hurts. I n.need, just give me a pill.""You've already had your night dose of the medication Doctor Kyren prescribed to wean you of your addiction. You can't have more." I spoke calmly in order not to agitate her but she still yelled at me."I DON'T WANT HER MEDICATION! T.they're not strong enough. I need a stronger dose or just give me something else, cocaine, heroin, meth, I don't fucking care. Please. It hurts