Neon~Midnight

[Midnight]

The Archland Mental Institute Was a mixture between a hospital and a prison, and a resort, A tall white stone building that stood on an island. The serene white building was complete with fountains, statues, pools, saunas, wired fences, barred windows, and security checkpoints. Archland was fully staffed with nurses, doctors, psychologists, and guards, a place were people were locked up, most times not so they would not harm others, but so they could not harm themselves. The Archland Institution was a place where broken minds were meant to go to heal, a place that treated anything from trauma to criminally psychothic patients. The mentally ill were sent there to recover, and often kept there until their recovery was full. Damien was sent there some time ago, the sole survivor of an accident that broke his body and shattered his mind... over time he began showing self destructive tendencies, so he had to be moved to the cell he lived in now.

From inside his padded room, Damien watched for her, Damien was beginning to grow antsy, waiting for the doctor that had been assigned specifically to him, or him to her... he wasn't too sure how it worked any more... all that he wanted right now was to see her... through the tiny window in the wall Damien could tell it was getting dark, which meant that she would be there soon. The young man pressed his face to the cell door "Is anybody there?" His voice sounded panicked, he wanted to see her again, he needed to see her again. She made him feel safe. The male couldn't wait any longer, his day had been spint doing the usual, cold psychologists frowning at him and shaking their heads at his deteriorating condition, his fragile mind was growing worse.

Damien was a handsome young man, especially for someone locked in a cell with his arms bound to his sides by his coat to prevent him from harming himself during one of his 'outbursts' Damien's body was thin and lithe, he stayed in shape through the exercise programs that the Institute offered, it only added to what appeal he had, his face was handsome, though a little sallow or gaunt from lack of full meals and scarred from his occasional outburst, his eyes, once full of life, had dulled a little, his hair grew nearly to his shoulders in loose locks, adding to his attractive features.

Damien's body was covered in scars, Some of the scars were self inflicted, though most were from the accident that put him in this place in the first place... Damien had seen way too much for a teenager, they said his mind had essentially broken on that night, all the pain, all the death he witnessed, the fact that he was the only survivor, and that it took them a while to even find him amongst the corpses. The other doctors were astonished that in all his time in the institute, his mind did not heal, instead it only got worse... The Doctors were baffled as why a simple case of severe mental trauma grew worse and worse as the weeks drew by, his bahavior growing worse as symptoms of other conditions began to spring up.

"Is anybody out there?!" Damien could swear he heard whispering, it was coming from outside his cell people were talking, people were mocking him. Damien got worse, his mind racing as the walls began to close in on him, his room grew a little smaller.

From his cell Damien's cries didn't reach very far. His padded cell was enough to stop most sounds and other things, as well as preventing him from hearing from other cells. Damien threw himself against a wall a couple times before calming down a bit, and sitting down on his bed in the room, panting heavily.

 

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Anastasia Ivanov tapped the tip of her pen against her lips. Her appointment with Damien was in a moment. With her legs daintily crossed, she looked out of a wide window that took up the West wall of her office. The sun was setting, and the streaks of vivid colors reflected off the water below. Anastasia cracked a smile.

When she was two, she lived in Russia with her parents and her two brothers in a large, Victorian home. Her father was high up in the government, a consult to the leaders, you could say. What everyone didn't know was that Anastasia's father was doing some dirty deals under the table for some illegal trades. After the population learned of Mr. Ivanov's dealings, he was 'politely' told to excuse himself from the country. He packed up his family and his injured ego and headed off to America. It took him a few years to become a bitter drunk, and it took him much shorter for his wife to leave him and take the kids. The only thing that Anastasia every really got from the whole ordeal was her father's Russian accent.

Standing up, Anastasia straightened out her black dress before she pulled on her normal doctor's coat. Her hair, hanging down past her breasts, was a light chestnut color, and it was in flawless curls. She also adorned gorgeous, ice blue eyes. Everything about Anastasia was pretty, for that matter. Her body was perfectly curved, and she was slightly pale, but it suited the Russian beauty.

Anastasia had always been interested in things obscure, and she liked to figure out how people worked, how they ticked. Psychology came easily to her, but she was bored with the 'normal' methods of therapy. She then began to study hypnotism as a use of therapy. It hooked, and, well, she used it to her advantage after that. Her patient now, however, was one of her many experiments. He was attached to her because of his his disorder, and she took advantage of that. The best part about it was that he liked it just as much as she did, and he wouldn't tell a soul. Even if he did, no one would believe him, though.

Running her tongue over her lips, Anastasia walked down the hall and towards Damien's room. The closer she got to the room, the more she could hear him panicking and slamming himself against the wall. The noises were muffled, but she still heard his yelling. Quickening her step, she hurried to the door. "Damien?" she called to him after she'd slid her card into the opener and pushed it open. "Damien, shh, calm down." She shut the door behind her and took a few steps into his padded room. "Shhh..." she purred.

 

[Midnight]

Damien was in the middle of his little panic attack when he heard the familiar sound of a card sliding in the door, the sound made him perk, his head rising a little when he heard the sound, his body straightening when he saw the door begin to open. When he saw that familiar beautiful face and the long curled hair, Adrian couldn't help but give way to his emotions and smile... she had heard him, she was there! From his bed Damien watched as the Russian beauty entered the room. Anastasia's voice filtered through the room, passing by Damien's ears, calming him greatly, all the emotional turmoil gone, all the voices faded away. She was hushing him, telling him to be calm, and that he did... even unconsciously the change happened, he wanted to be calm of course, but she made it that way.

Damien stood from his sitting position, he was still a little dizzy from when he threw himself against the wall, so he misplaced himself and almost fell. Of course, he could fall all he wanted in the room, the floors were just as soft as the walls. Damien walked a couple steps towards Anastasia, looking over her with relieved eyes, it felt good just to be near her now... Damien would have embraced the doctor if his arms weren't bound, he was so happy to see her again. "Thank you" The male sounded humble, desperate. Last time they parted he had pleaded her not to leave, she had been gone far too long for his comfort.

Damien didn't quite understand why the presence of his psychologist calmed him down so much, in his mind, she was the only person who cared about him, the only person who was gentle to him in the times he needed it. Damien had reached the point that he didn't care what kind of attention he received from the doctor, he still loved every moment of it. "T-Thank you" Damien closed his eyes and sighed, relieved, before walking back to his bed and sitting down on it.

After a couple more seconds, Damien's heart-rate fell to a level that was normal and his breathing slowed down enough for him to focus... focusing was so hard nowadays when she wasn't with him. He calmed down quickly enough, before finally smiling up at her. "I was scared... I could hear people whispering outside my room... they were mocking me, they wouldn't stop." Damien was unable to connect his degrading sanity with the doctor's visits, and he didn't much care. "Thank you for coming to help me" The young male repeated for a third time.

 

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[[By the way, I forgot to ask something... Anything you wanted me to add? Fun stuff? :3]]

Anastasia was more than aware that she was the cause for all of Damien's problems. If she wouldn't be messing with his mind like this, he might actually have a chance to heal. Damien would slowly become mentally stable, and he could be released. If it were up to Anastasia, Damien would never leave. He would stay with her, and she could stay in control of something. It was her perverse fantasy, after all, and he fit perfectly into it. All he thought about was her, and that was the way she intended to have it stay. She would stay his Mistress, and he would stay her adoring pet. It would be perfect. Who knows? Maybe, she'd even take him home with her for a 'more intense study' of him.

He told her about the voiced he'd been hearing, and Anastasia put on a motherly face. Wrapping her arm around his shoulders, she led him over to the bed and eased him down onto it. She sat beside him. "You are welcome," she purred, rubbing his back softly, back and forth. "I understand. Just ignore them, Damien," she said. She stared into his eyes. "Just listen to me. I'm here to help you."

"Just listen to me," she repeated.

 

[Midnight]

(Kinkwise? Biggest fetish I can think of would be oral. XP Cross-dressing possibly, though since there isn't much public, might not have much affect. Again, I am also fond of pinning, roughness, petplay, but that is for later, right? If there is anything you would like to exploit I would be glad to oblige.)

Damien had not previously been so easy to manipulate, but now his mind was broken, or at least far more malleable, Anastasia could form or shape it in any way she really pleased, with great efficiency. The other staff thought that the trauma brought to surface other problems that Damien face.

Anastasia lead Damien over to his bed and helped him sit down before sitting behind him. He was frightened, even though the presence of his psychologist eased the longing and the worries he had.

As her hand rubbed over his back, Damien visibly cooled down, calming greatly and visibly from her attentions. The feeling of her hand on his back soothed him, made it easier to focus on his words and cut out the mocking voices from inside his head. Damien's eyes fluttered shut and he released a heavy sigh from his lips, relaxing finally. The muscles in his back were incredibly tense up to that point. The young male did what the woman told him to do, ignoring the murmuring he heard, ignoring those sounds and focusing solely on her voice. "Alright" He said, taking a deep breath, shutting out all the outside distractions and focusing on her entirely. Adrian was clearly struggling with his emotions, the turmoil was present on his face, in the way his hands shook, the way his eyes fought tearing up. Damien buried his face in his hands and leaned a bit into the woman, he wasn't trying to be intimate, he just needed to be close, he needed to be comforted by her, she made him feel safe.