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Dusk, of Twisted Desire~
- Joined
- Mar 24, 2025
- Location
- In Your Walls~
Of all the psychiatrists employed at Fighting Future: Mental Rehabilitation & Incarceration Facility, of which there were 12, you were the newset of them, having only been on staff for just under 6 months now. The human mind and how different people make it work had always fascinated you, but you always pictured yourself in a cozy little office rather than what is essentially a psych ward with a fluffed up name. Still, it paid well and your mentor, senior psychiatrist Dr. Emily Swenson, got you the job as soon as she found out that they were hiring. You still hoped to move on to an office where you can become more intimate and personal with your patients, but that was certainly many years away, so you had to stay focused on the job at hand. And speaking of, something big appeared to be going on at the facility when you arrived Monday morning. As soon as you pulled into the employee parking garage, you immediately noticed a different energy among the doctors and nurses who were getting out of their respective cars and scurrying into the building. They all looked nervous and moved chaotically, like they had no clue what their next step would bring, or what the day had in store for them. You were initially confused by this, due to you not having seen any big days on the employee event board they e-mail out to everyone every Sunday afternooon for the coming week. And so, after grabbing your bottle of tea and gathering your things, you rushed inside to find Dr. Swenson for more information.
Unfortunately, the inside of the facility was even more chaotic than outside. Nurses and doctors alike rushing around, more than they normally would be. It all gave off the vibe of something big happening very soon, but no one would stop what they were doing to give you answers. Finally you made it do Dr. Swensons office and, after first knocking, you entered her office and found her equally as stressed as everyone else. A few beads of sweat running down the sides of her head, her eyes glued to her computer screen as she frantically typed away... She hadn't even noticed that you entered until you spoke up.
"Uh, is everything okay, Dr. Swenson? Everyone else is panicking like it's the end of the world, did I miss a memo?" You politely asked as you stepped closer to her desk, just as her eyes whipped over and finally saw you.
"Oh fuck, I knew something was forgotten! There actually is an emergency text group that I've forgotten to add you to, specifically with all of us psychiatrists together. I'll get that situated later, but for now, we have a VERY big day ahead of us..." Dr. Swenson replied, with the seriousness of the situation being extremely evident in how she spoke. You could see it in her eyes as well, something she had never shown before... nervousness.
"Are we getting a new patient? A high profile one, I assume?" You began to question as you took a seat in the chair that faces her desk, unscrewing the top off of your bottle of tea, taking a sip from it before pouring some into the cup handle top and sliding it over to Dr. Swenson. She had always loved green tea, much like you do, and she smiled as the cup was slide over to her before gulping it down in practically one sip.
"You could say that, yeah. Look." And with that, Dr. Swenson swung the computer monitor around to face you, showing a news article that spoke of a woman named Gwendolyn White, 28 years old. The article spoke of her being sentenced to life in prison just last year, after being found guilty of orchestrating members of her cult, known as "The Garden", to enact multiple terroristic attacks on companies that make thier living in oil drilling/fracking, deforestation, etc., as well as being behind the assassination of two governors back in 2020 who were big backers of a bill that aimed to reduce the size of all national parks by 10% for the sake of building more homes, stores, factories, etc. Dr. Swenson continued to scroll down the article for you, and stopped at a recent update to it, one that explained how because of a recent suicide attempt, paired with the fact that someone had allegedly threatened to kill Gwendolyn White a few months back, Ms. White's lawyers petitioned the court to have her moved to a safer psychiatric facility to serve out her life sentence... And ultimately the judge agreed, ordering for Gwendolyn White to be relocated from her maximum security prison to... The Fighting Future Rehabilitation Facility. "
"They're sending her HERE??? That's ridiculous! We aren't equipped to handle someone so dangerous! Plus she must have cult members who aren't imprisoned now, right? What if they show up to find her, or worse..." You now understood why everyone else was in a panic, and now you were as well, frantically gulping down your tea to help ease the rising nerves within your body. Dr. Swenson could see that look on your face and now felt bad.
"It'll certainly be a challenge, but we have to make do with the hand we're given, right?" Dr. Swenson was always a pro when it came to calming anyone down, including you. "The facility has been granted additional state funding as a result of her transfer, and with it half a dozen new security guards are being employed here, all ex-military. They won't be stomping around with rifles slung over their shoulder, but they will be very equipped to keep us safe and fend off any potential intruders who may or may not come for Ms. White." Dr. Swenson then got a notification on her Apple Watch, which caused her to let out a heavy sigh in response. "Great timing, I suppose. The transport vehicle is here now, shall we go see her inside?"
And with that, you followed Dr. Swenson down to the main lobby, where almost everyone on staff was standing, waiting for their new patient to arrive. You stood behind Dr. Swenson, leering over her shoulder like a scared child hiding behind their parent, as the automatic doors slowly opened, and two police officers escorted the shackled Gwendolyn White inside, with two additional officers behind her. She was a short woman, maybe 5'1 but even the orange prison jumpsuit she wore could not hide the figure of her body, wide hips and a juicy bottom, perky breasts begging to be shown, and that bright red hair with those deep brown eyes. She was shockingly calm as she walked inside, not coming off as someone threatening or dangerous, not even looking at any of the doctors or nurses as she was brought inside... But then, her eyes just so happened to connect with yours, and a small smile formed across her lips before she had to turn away and head down a long hallway to the elevator...
Was she checking YOU out??? No, of course not, that would be ridiculous...
Two Weeks Later.
In just a couple short weeks, Gwendolyn White had proven to be a major headache. As expected, a few of her followers who weren't convicted of any crimes tried to get in to see her, posing as family members, but they were snuffed out and escorted away by the rugged new security guards that were hired at the facility. On top of that, Gwendolyn had refused to talk to any psychiatrist who tried to dig through the walls of her mind. She'd speak to doctors and nurses about random things or the medications she was taking, but when it came to anyone trying to dig deeper to figure out why she was the way that she was, she ignored them as though she couldn't hear them speak. She even ignored Dr. Swenson, who has cracked through multiple high profile criminals in the past. Dr. Swenson was slightly offended by the cold shoulder she was given by Gwendolyn, but ultimately she could not force the woman to speak if she did not want to. Just before Dr. Swenson left Gwendolyn's room for the day, she did say one sentence:
"The doctor who hid behind you when I arrived... I'll talk to her, but only her, if she's up for it, Dr. Swenson~"
Those were the only words she spoke to Dr. Swenson before once again shutting down and giving her the cold shoulder. Nobody could figure out why she specifically requested you. There was no background history between the two of you that any screenings could find, so even before telling you of her request, they began to speculate and form theories. Did she see you as an easy target? Could she smell an upbringing of religious trauma within you that she could chip away at to exploit? Or was it more simple than that, seeing you as less sterile and formulaic than the more senior psychiatrists on staff? Ultimately, the decision to allow or deny you this oppertunity came down to Dr. Swenson, who after deliberating for several days decided that you were more than capable of doing this, and so, the following Sunday evening before you'd return to work the next morning, she sent you a wordy text explaining the task: Gwendolyn had requested to speak to you, and only you. You'll be monitored the entire time and have complete freedom to drop this job whenever you want if things become too uncomfortable or you ever think she may be compromising you. You''ll always be 100% safe, and if you request it she'll even be handcuffed during your meetings with her. And of course, if all goes well and anything fruitful comes out of this, you'll be a made woman in the field, likely earning new job offers and at minimun a generous pay raise within the company. It was a daunting task no doubt, but above all you wanted to prove yourself and show the world that you weren't just some plucky young woman in over her head. Religious trauma be damned, you had a cult leader to disect!
Now then, there is my plot of the week-ish! If it has captured your attention, or if you would like to discuss a different plot from my Main Request Thread or even something custom, feel free to PM me at any time
I promise I don't bite, unless you want me to 
Unfortunately, the inside of the facility was even more chaotic than outside. Nurses and doctors alike rushing around, more than they normally would be. It all gave off the vibe of something big happening very soon, but no one would stop what they were doing to give you answers. Finally you made it do Dr. Swensons office and, after first knocking, you entered her office and found her equally as stressed as everyone else. A few beads of sweat running down the sides of her head, her eyes glued to her computer screen as she frantically typed away... She hadn't even noticed that you entered until you spoke up.
"Uh, is everything okay, Dr. Swenson? Everyone else is panicking like it's the end of the world, did I miss a memo?" You politely asked as you stepped closer to her desk, just as her eyes whipped over and finally saw you.
"Oh fuck, I knew something was forgotten! There actually is an emergency text group that I've forgotten to add you to, specifically with all of us psychiatrists together. I'll get that situated later, but for now, we have a VERY big day ahead of us..." Dr. Swenson replied, with the seriousness of the situation being extremely evident in how she spoke. You could see it in her eyes as well, something she had never shown before... nervousness.
"Are we getting a new patient? A high profile one, I assume?" You began to question as you took a seat in the chair that faces her desk, unscrewing the top off of your bottle of tea, taking a sip from it before pouring some into the cup handle top and sliding it over to Dr. Swenson. She had always loved green tea, much like you do, and she smiled as the cup was slide over to her before gulping it down in practically one sip.
"You could say that, yeah. Look." And with that, Dr. Swenson swung the computer monitor around to face you, showing a news article that spoke of a woman named Gwendolyn White, 28 years old. The article spoke of her being sentenced to life in prison just last year, after being found guilty of orchestrating members of her cult, known as "The Garden", to enact multiple terroristic attacks on companies that make thier living in oil drilling/fracking, deforestation, etc., as well as being behind the assassination of two governors back in 2020 who were big backers of a bill that aimed to reduce the size of all national parks by 10% for the sake of building more homes, stores, factories, etc. Dr. Swenson continued to scroll down the article for you, and stopped at a recent update to it, one that explained how because of a recent suicide attempt, paired with the fact that someone had allegedly threatened to kill Gwendolyn White a few months back, Ms. White's lawyers petitioned the court to have her moved to a safer psychiatric facility to serve out her life sentence... And ultimately the judge agreed, ordering for Gwendolyn White to be relocated from her maximum security prison to... The Fighting Future Rehabilitation Facility. "
"They're sending her HERE??? That's ridiculous! We aren't equipped to handle someone so dangerous! Plus she must have cult members who aren't imprisoned now, right? What if they show up to find her, or worse..." You now understood why everyone else was in a panic, and now you were as well, frantically gulping down your tea to help ease the rising nerves within your body. Dr. Swenson could see that look on your face and now felt bad.
"It'll certainly be a challenge, but we have to make do with the hand we're given, right?" Dr. Swenson was always a pro when it came to calming anyone down, including you. "The facility has been granted additional state funding as a result of her transfer, and with it half a dozen new security guards are being employed here, all ex-military. They won't be stomping around with rifles slung over their shoulder, but they will be very equipped to keep us safe and fend off any potential intruders who may or may not come for Ms. White." Dr. Swenson then got a notification on her Apple Watch, which caused her to let out a heavy sigh in response. "Great timing, I suppose. The transport vehicle is here now, shall we go see her inside?"
And with that, you followed Dr. Swenson down to the main lobby, where almost everyone on staff was standing, waiting for their new patient to arrive. You stood behind Dr. Swenson, leering over her shoulder like a scared child hiding behind their parent, as the automatic doors slowly opened, and two police officers escorted the shackled Gwendolyn White inside, with two additional officers behind her. She was a short woman, maybe 5'1 but even the orange prison jumpsuit she wore could not hide the figure of her body, wide hips and a juicy bottom, perky breasts begging to be shown, and that bright red hair with those deep brown eyes. She was shockingly calm as she walked inside, not coming off as someone threatening or dangerous, not even looking at any of the doctors or nurses as she was brought inside... But then, her eyes just so happened to connect with yours, and a small smile formed across her lips before she had to turn away and head down a long hallway to the elevator...
Was she checking YOU out??? No, of course not, that would be ridiculous...
Two Weeks Later.
In just a couple short weeks, Gwendolyn White had proven to be a major headache. As expected, a few of her followers who weren't convicted of any crimes tried to get in to see her, posing as family members, but they were snuffed out and escorted away by the rugged new security guards that were hired at the facility. On top of that, Gwendolyn had refused to talk to any psychiatrist who tried to dig through the walls of her mind. She'd speak to doctors and nurses about random things or the medications she was taking, but when it came to anyone trying to dig deeper to figure out why she was the way that she was, she ignored them as though she couldn't hear them speak. She even ignored Dr. Swenson, who has cracked through multiple high profile criminals in the past. Dr. Swenson was slightly offended by the cold shoulder she was given by Gwendolyn, but ultimately she could not force the woman to speak if she did not want to. Just before Dr. Swenson left Gwendolyn's room for the day, she did say one sentence:
"The doctor who hid behind you when I arrived... I'll talk to her, but only her, if she's up for it, Dr. Swenson~"
Those were the only words she spoke to Dr. Swenson before once again shutting down and giving her the cold shoulder. Nobody could figure out why she specifically requested you. There was no background history between the two of you that any screenings could find, so even before telling you of her request, they began to speculate and form theories. Did she see you as an easy target? Could she smell an upbringing of religious trauma within you that she could chip away at to exploit? Or was it more simple than that, seeing you as less sterile and formulaic than the more senior psychiatrists on staff? Ultimately, the decision to allow or deny you this oppertunity came down to Dr. Swenson, who after deliberating for several days decided that you were more than capable of doing this, and so, the following Sunday evening before you'd return to work the next morning, she sent you a wordy text explaining the task: Gwendolyn had requested to speak to you, and only you. You'll be monitored the entire time and have complete freedom to drop this job whenever you want if things become too uncomfortable or you ever think she may be compromising you. You''ll always be 100% safe, and if you request it she'll even be handcuffed during your meetings with her. And of course, if all goes well and anything fruitful comes out of this, you'll be a made woman in the field, likely earning new job offers and at minimun a generous pay raise within the company. It was a daunting task no doubt, but above all you wanted to prove yourself and show the world that you weren't just some plucky young woman in over her head. Religious trauma be damned, you had a cult leader to disect!
Now then, there is my plot of the week-ish! If it has captured your attention, or if you would like to discuss a different plot from my Main Request Thread or even something custom, feel free to PM me at any time
I promise I don't bite, unless you want me to
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