"No – ” I try to sit up, but the nurse’s hands are on my shoulders, pushing me down. The orderly appears at my side, grabbing my wrist, pulling it toward the restraint.
"Stop – I don’t consent to this – ”
The leather cuff closes around my wrist. Buckles tight.
"Please – ” My other wrist is grabbed, secured. I’m fighting now, really fighting, but the orderly is too strong, and within seconds both my arms are locked in place above my head.
“Ankles,” the doctor orders.
They spread my legs.
The nurse takes one ankle; the orderly takes the other. I kick, struggle, but it’s useless – they’re too coordinated, too practiced. Within seconds, my legs are locked in the stirrups, spread wide, leaving my p***y completely exposed.
"Please – ” I’m sobbing now. “Please, this is a mistake – I’m not
