DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
Chapter Twelve
I awoke feeling exhausted but became aware of the fact that I was being
unwrapped.
When they got down to my taped head and while the rest of me was still very much
immobile from the rest of the sheets, the tape was peeled off exposing my face.
Suddenly the light in the room was blinding me and the mouthpiece was removed.
Looking down at me was Elisa who said, "I just wanted to see your face and bald
head, and make sure you were having fun."
"Elisa, you look good too. I'll never wonder about a pack again in my life.
I'm not sure I'll be able to walk when you finish getting me out of this. Please
hurry," I begged.
"Oh, your going back in. You've only been in this pack two days."
I screamed, "Noooooooo..." as the mouthpiece went back in and the tape went
around my head. I couldn't believe how cruel she was. Soon I was completely
mummified and back enjoying the cycles of cold and hot, struggling and relaxing
from exhaustion. Maybe I was going to die. At least then I wouldn't know
anything.
Hours and hours later, perhaps even days, they really did unwrap me. My skin was
oiled and powdered and all the tubes were removed. The collar was still locked
around my neck and my wrists and ankles were still in cuffs. I made no
resistence as I was led back to my little ward where I was given a gown to wrap
around me. A meal was offered but all I wanted to do was lie on my bed. I even
helped them attach the chain to my collar.
