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Anne woke from the sound of the heavy padded door sliding open. Her head spun and her eyes felt like they were glued to her eyelids as she tried to force them open. Even after she did it took her several confused moments before her brain could bring her surroundings info focus and change them into anything more than a jumble of light and shadow.

“Ah, you’re awake. Good. I wanted to have a little chat with you before I leave.”

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“You see, my uncle is doctor Ronald DeVenue, the administrator of this fine institution. This is where all the freaks end up, and I think that means you belong here, sweetie!” Camilla said in a tone dripping with malice as she leaned down and pressed one finger against Anne’s nose through the mask. “You’ll enjoy life here much better than on campus! You’ll get nice people to look after you and won’t have to worry about things like dressing and having boyfriends.”

“MMMMPH-MPPPH! MMMMHFFF!” Anne growled, thrashing against her bonds.

“Oh yes, I’ve been planning for this for a long time. You dared to steal Lance away from me with your stupid ‘good girl’ act, and now I’m taking steps to defend my property. I can’t stand girls like you who are sooooo smart and clever and unassuming and still get things that other people DESERVE.”

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“What th-“ was all the spoiled girl could manage as the needle jabbed deep into her, and her eyes quickly became unfocused.

Camilla wobbled as she could no longer balance in her tall heels and fell over forwards, slumping into an unflattering pose with her large butt sticking up into the sky and her face buried in the floor padding. Anne stared up at the busty woman in the white uniform who had become an unexpected angel of mercy to the captured girl, but the mysterious woman just gestured for silence again as she darted over to cover the security camera of the cell with some spray from a can. Then she closed the door fully before walking over to help Anne up from the floor, and to the surprise of the bound girl she suddenly felt the mask loosen from the back of her head and fall to the floor. She coughed and spat to clear her mouth of the nasty flavour before she felt like she could speak again.

“Ugh. T-thank you! But who are you? What did you do to Camilla?”

Suddenly the straps and buckles of the straightjacket loosened and soon Anne could pull her arms free with her own strength, sliding out of the garment and throwing it to the floor in disgust. She was only wearing a long white t-shirt over her underwear which barely covered her hips, but she wasn’t in the mindset to be embarrassed as she turned to her mysterious savior. As she did she heard a wet, ripping noise and when she turned around fully she found herself facing not the mysterious nurse but-

“Lance!”

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