Chapter Eleven

THE ASYLUM RESTRAINT MIRIAMThe ward was a beehive again. Dominic was at it again, causing chaos everywhere. Being a psychiatric nurse had been my dream, but this particular young man had taken it upon himself to make my life a living hell.I had pleaded for him to be reassigned to another nurse, but my requests were constantly denied."Dominic! Stop it, will you? You're going to pull out all her hair!" I yelled, staring in horror as he dragged Mira's hair far too tight."It's okay, Nurse Miriam, I asked him to do it for me."He let her go with a growl, looking as if I had interrupted his favorite game. Mira placed her hands on her head and smiled widely before wandering off elsewhere like the madwoman she was."To Room 3 now. Dr. Adams is waiting, and don't act silly again—otherwise, you're going to be stripped down. Now, move."His annoyed look shifted into something else entirely. He looked at me and gave me a smirk before moving toward Room 3 for his evalu

Last Updated : 2026-09-22

Chapter Twelve

THE ASYLUM RESTRAINT II MIRIAMDominic shoved me away from the wall and slammed me face-down onto the steel examination table. The cold metal bit into my chest as he grabbed my wrists, yanking them behind my back. In seconds, he used the exact same heavy leather restraint I had meant for his wrists to bind mine together behind my waist."There... all done," he purred, pulling the buckle tight. "You look so beautiful when you're tied up, Nurse Miriam.""You madman! Let me go!" I choked out, my cheek pressed hard against the cold table as I thrashed against the straps. "Just let me go! I’ll—I’ll pretend none of this ever happened! I’ll make sure you aren't transferred! I'll tell them you can be controlled—""Shh... you talk too much, pretty nurse," Dominic interrupted, his voice dropping into a dangerously smooth tone. He leaned down, his hot breath brushing the back of my neck. "I get what I want, and I am *not* getting transferred anywhere. Do you really think

Last Updated : 2026-09-26

Chapter Thirteen

THE ASYLUM RESTRAINT III MIRIAM The burn was immediate and brutal. Evans drove every thick inch into my ass in one ruthless thrust, splitting me open on the cold steel table. My scream tore out of me, raw and broken, bouncing off the soundproof walls of Seclusion Room 3. My bound wrists jerked uselessly against the heavy leather straps as my body tried to crawl forward, away from the invasion. There was nowhere to go. He didn’t give me time to adjust. His hips snapped forward again, burying himself to the root. The stretch was savage—hot, tearing, relentless. My hole clenched around him in pure shock, trying to force him out, but he only groaned and shoved deeper, grinding his pelvis against my ass like he wanted to crawl inside me. “Fuck… still so tight,” he rasped against the back of my neck. “Three years and this ass still fights me.” I sobbed into the metal table, cheek smeared with tears and spit. Every brutal thrust punched the air from my lungs. The cold steel bit

Last Updated : 2026-10-14

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Chapter Thirteen