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The room was a stark contrast to the sterile corridors of the fuck object factory. The walls were padded, the floor covered in a thick, sound-absorbing material. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the underlying metallic tang of fear. Lila lay strapped to the table, her body restrained by thick leather bands. Her eyes were wide with terror, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

The doctor, his face hidden behind a surgical mask, moved with cold efficiency. He inserted a small, cylindrical device into Lila's vagina, the "receptor" designed to conduct electrical pulses directly to her most sensitive areas. The sensation was invasive, humiliating, and she tried to squirm away, but the restraints held her firmly in place.

Next, he applied electrically conductive duct tape across her breasts, her abdomen, and her upper inner thighs, right next to her sex. The tape was cold and unyielding, a stark reminder of her helplessness. She could feel the slight hum of electricity, a constant, low-level buzz that sent shivers down her spine.

"Please," Lila whispered, her voice barely audible. "Don't do this."

The doctor ignored her plea, his gloved hands moving to the control panel beside the table. He adjusted the settings, his eyes scanning the readouts with a clinical detachment. "This will be over soon," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

Lila's heart pounded in her chest as the first electrical pulse surged through her body. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that left her gasping for breath. The pulses came in a rhythmic pattern, designed to stimulate and control, to break down her resistance and reshape her mind.

She tried to focus on something else, anything else, but the sensations were overwhelming. Her body betrayed her, responding to the electrical stimuli with unwanted arousal. Tears streamed down her cheeks, a mix of humiliation and despair.

The doctor watched her closely, his eyes cold and calculating. He adjusted the settings, increasing the intensity of the pulses. Lila's body arched against the restraints, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The pain and pleasure blurred together, a twisted symphony of sensation that left her mind reeling.

As the final pulse surged through her body, Lila felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of detachment. Her mind went blank, her thoughts fading into a void of nothingness. The darkness claimed her, and with it, her will to resist.

Lila's vision swam as she stared up at the screen embedded in the ceiling. The room was a sensory assault, the air thick with the hum of machinery and the underlying metallic tang of fear. Her body, still throbbing from the electrical pulses, was restrained by thick leather bands, the conductive duct tape a cold, unyielding reminder of her helplessness.

The doctor, his face hidden behind a surgical mask, stood beside her, his voice a cold, clinical monotone. "You see, Lila, this method is far superior to the crude attempts of the past. We've learned from the mistakes of others, like those in 'Stepford Wives.' Robots lack the authenticity, the raw humanity that makes a true fuck object so convincing."

Lila's eyes were fixed on the screen, a constant loop of sounds and images designed to reprogram her mind. The visuals were a blur of explicit, degrading scenes, interspersed with commands and affirmations. "You are a fuck object. You exist to serve. You will obey."

The doctor continued, his voice laced with pride. "Live females are so much more economical and convincing. Better skin, better screaming, more responsive. The result is a sex robot that is indistinguishable from the real thing. And it's all thanks to our advanced techniques."

Lila's mind reeled, the images and sounds on the screen a relentless assault on her senses. She tried to focus, to hold onto her sanity, but the loop was unending, the commands seeping into her consciousness. "You are a fuck object. You exist to serve. You will obey."

The doctor leaned closer, his voice a low, insidious whisper. "You'll see, Lila. Soon, you'll be just like the others. Completely submissive, completely obedient. A perfect fuck object."

Lila's breath hitched, her body betraying her with unwanted arousal. The electrical pulses, the images, the commands—they were all designed to break her down, to reshape her mind into a blank slate of submission. She tried to fight it, to hold onto her identity, but the darkness was closing in, the void of nothingness beckoning her.

As the loop continued, Lila's eyes began to glaze over, her resistance fading. The doctor watched with satisfaction, his work nearly complete. "Soon, Lila," he murmured, "you'll be perfect."

The screen above her head flickered with a new set of images, more intense and degrading than the last. The commands grew louder, more insistent. "You are a fuck object. You exist to serve. You will obey. You will feel pleasure in your submission. You will crave it."

Lila's body responded involuntarily, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the electrical pulses continued to course through her. The sensations were overwhelming, a relentless assault on her senses. She could feel the receptors inside her, the duct tape on her skin, all working in unison to break her down.

The doctor's voice cut through the haze, cold and clinical. "This is Electric Cunt Torture Therapy, Lila. Designed to reprogram your mind, to make you the perfect fuck object. You will learn to love it. You will learn to crave it."

Lila's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and despair. She tried to hold onto her thoughts, to remember who she was, but the commands and the sensations were too much. Her body betrayed her, responding to the stimuli with unwanted arousal. Tears streamed down her cheeks, a mix of humiliation and despair.

The doctor adjusted the settings on the control panel, increasing the intensity of the pulses. Lila's body arched against the restraints, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The pain and pleasure blurred together, a twisted symphony of sensation that left her mind reeling.

As the final pulse surged through her body, Lila felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of detachment. Her mind went blank, her thoughts fading into a void of nothingness. The darkness claimed her, and with it, her will to resist.

When Lila regained consciousness, she was in a different room, smaller and more confined. The air was stale, the only sound the distant hum of machinery. She was no longer strapped to the table, but her body felt heavy, her mind foggy. The aftereffects of the Electric Cunt Torture Therapy lingered, a constant, low-level buzz of sensation.

She looked around, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. The room was bare, except for a small, uncomfortable-looking bed and a single, barred window. The door was solid, with no handle on the inside. She was a prisoner, a fuck object, her mind and body reprogrammed to serve.

Lila tried to stand, her legs unsteady beneath her. She walked to the window, looking out at the bleak landscape beyond. The fuck object factory stretched out in all directions, a labyrinth of cold, sterile corridors and dimly lit rooms. She could see other women, their faces blank, their movements mechanical as they were led from one room to another.

A sense of despair washed over her, a deep, aching void where her hopes and dreams once were. She knew that resistance was futile, that her mind and body were no longer her own. She was a fuck object, a sex robot, her every thought and action controlled by the regime.

Chapter 2: The Refining

The stark, unyielding walls of the therapy room closed in around Lila as she was once again secured to the table on here 2nd day in the fuck object factory. The air was again thick with the acrid scent of ozone and the underlying metallic tang of fear. Her body, still tender from the previous day's ordeal, tensed as the doctor approached, his face obscured by a surgical mask.

The doctor moved with a chilling efficiency, attaching additional sensory pads to her temples. These pads, he explained, would monitor her thoughts and reactions, ensuring that her mind was fully compliant. "Today, Lila, we will delve deeper into your reprogramming," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "The sensory pads will help us understand your responses more intimately. You will learn to embrace your new purpose."

Lila's eyes widened in terror as he inserted the receptor once more, the invasive device sending a wave of humiliation through her. The electrically conductive duct tape was reapplied, its cold, unyielding presence a stark reminder of her captivity. The low-level hum of electricity pulsed through her body, a constant, insidious reminder of her fate.

The doctor adjusted the settings on the control panel, his eyes scanning the readouts with a clinical detachment. "This session will be more intense," he warned, his voice laced with a sadistic pleasure. "You will learn to crave the sensations, to find pleasure in your submission."

The first electrical pulse surged through her body, more powerful than before. Lila's back arched against the restraints, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The pain and pleasure blurred together, a twisted symphony of sensation that left her mind reeling. She tried to focus on something else, anything else, but the sensations were overwhelming.

The doctor watched her closely, his eyes cold and calculating. He increased the intensity of the pulses, each one designed to break down her resistance and reshape her mind. Lila's body betrayed her, responding to the electrical stimuli with unwanted arousal. Tears streamed down her cheeks, a mix of humiliation and despair.

The screen above her head flickered to life, displaying a new set of explicit, degrading scenes. The visuals were more intense, the commands more insistent. "You are a fuck object. You exist to serve. You will obey. You will feel pleasure in your submission. You will crave it."

Lila's mind reeled, the images and sounds on the screen a relentless assault on her senses. She tried to hold onto her sanity, to remember who she was, but the loop was unending, the commands seeping into her consciousness. Her body responded involuntarily, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the electrical pulses continued to course through her.

The doctor leaned closer, his voice a low, insidious whisper. "You see, Lila, resistance is futile. Your mind and body are ours to control. Soon, you will be completely submissive, completely obedient. A perfect fuck object."

Lila's breath hitched, her body betraying her with unwanted arousal. The electrical pulses, the images, the commands—they were all designed to break her down, to reshape her mind into a blank slate of submission. She tried to fight it, to hold onto her identity, but the darkness was closing in, the void of nothingness beckoning her.

As the session continued, Lila's eyes began to glaze over, her resistance fading. The doctor watched with satisfaction, his work nearly complete. "Only 28 days to go, Lila," he murmured, his voice laced with sadistic pleasure. "Soon, you'll be perfect. And if you are not perfect at the end of the program you will get to go round again. And a third time even. We have a burn rate of about 10% that simply will never learn. They get moved on to the experimentation labs where our smart and dedicated researches are relentlessly perfecting female sexual tortures. As a reject you will have no risk of hampering their studies for fear of losing the subject. But the female lab rat cellars don't always have room for you so in that case you will end up on a scrap auction for overflows. I'd try to avoid that if I were you. The council of leaders has just passed a resolution legalizing Gynophagia, so I might see you there when I come to get supplies for my BBQ or my kennels."

The screen above her head flickered with a new set of images, more intense and degrading than the last. The commands grew louder, more insistent. "You are a fuck object. You exist to serve. You will obey. You will feel pleasure in your submission. You will crave it."

Lila's body responded involuntarily, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the electrical pulses continued to course through her. The sensations were overwhelming, a relentless assault on her senses. She could feel the receptors inside her, the duct tape on her skin, all working in unison to break her down.

The doctor's voice cut through the haze, cold and clinical. "This is Electric Cunt Torture Therapy, Lila. Designed to reprogram your mind, to make you the perfect fuck object. You will learn to love it. You will learn to crave it."

Lila's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and despair. She tried to hold onto her thoughts, to remember who she was, but the commands and the sensations were too much. Her body betrayed her, responding to the stimuli with unwanted arousal. Tears streamed down her cheeks, a mix of humiliation and despair.

The doctor's voice, cold and unyielding, cut through the haze of her torment. "Lila, you are holding back. Tell me, have you received any messages? Any notes or whispers of resistance?"

Lila's mind raced, the question catching her off guard. She thought of the note, the phoenix symbol, and the faint glimmer of hope it had offered. But the electrical pulses surged again, more intense this time, forcing her to focus on the pain and pleasure that coursed through her body.

"No," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "I haven't received any messages."

The doctor's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the mask. "Are you sure, Lila? Because we both know that resistance is futile. You will tell me the truth eventually."

Lila's body convulsed as another pulse surged through her. The pain was excruciating, the pleasure twisted and unwanted. She tried to hold onto her lie, to protect the small shred of hope, but the sensations were too overwhelming.

"Yes," she finally admitted, her voice breaking. "I found a note. It had a phoenix symbol."

The doctor's lips curled into a cruel smile. "And what did the note say, Lila?"

Lila's breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of fear and desperation. "It said… it said to resist. To look for the sign of the phoenix."

The doctor chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down Lila's spine. "You see, Lila, that note was a trap. A test to see if you were truly compliant. And you failed."

Lila's eyes widened in horror as the realization dawned on her. The note, her only source of hope, had been a lie. A cruel deception designed to break her spirit.

The doctor increased the intensity of the pulses, each one more painful than the last. Lila's body arched against the restraints, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The pain and pleasure blurred together, a twisted symphony of sensation that left her mind reeling.

"Please," Lila begged, her voice a desperate plea. "I didn't know. I thought it was real."

The doctor leaned closer, his voice a low, insidious whisper. "You should have known better, Lila. You should have known that resistance is futile. But don't worry, we will fix that. We will make you perfect."

Lila's mind raced, clinging to the hope that the note might still be genuine. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It can't be a trap. It can't be."

The doctor's eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. "Oh, but it is, Lila. And you will learn that the hard way."

The cycle of punishment began anew, each round more intense than the last. The doctor increased the voltage, the duration, and the frequency of the electrical pulses. Lila's body convulsed, her screams echoing through the sterile room. The sensory pads on her temples monitored her thoughts, ensuring that her mind was fully compliant.

"Tell me, Lila," the doctor demanded, his voice cold and unyielding. "Do you still believe the note was real?"

Lila's body betrayed her, responding to the stimuli with unwanted arousal. Tears streamed down her cheeks, a mix of humiliation and despair. "No," she gasped, her voice breaking. "I believe you."

The doctor chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down Lila's spine. "Good. But we both know you're lying. You will learn to tell the truth, Lila. One way or another."

The punishment continued, each round more brutal than the last. Lila's body was pushed to its limits, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and despair. She tried to hold onto her thoughts, to remember who she was, but the commands and the sensations were too much.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of torment, Lila's resistance crumbled. "It was a trap," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "The note was a trap."

The doctor's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Finally, Lila. You've learned the truth. But your punishment is not over."

He increased the intensity of the pulses one last time, a final, brutal assault on her senses. Lila's body convulsed, her screams echoing through the room. As the final pulse surged through her, she felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of detachment. Her mind went blank, her thoughts fading into a void of nothingness. The darkness claimed her, and with it, her will to resist.

When Lila regained consciousness, she was once again in the small, confined room. The air was stale, the only sound the distant hum of machinery. Her body ached, her mind foggy from the aftereffects of the Electric Cunt Torture Therapy. She looked around, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. The room was bare, except for the small, uncomfortable-looking bed and the single, barred window. The door was solid, with no handle on the inside. She was a prisoner, a fuck object, her mind and body reprogrammed to serve.

The doctor entered the room, his face still hidden behind the surgical mask. He approached her, his voice cold and clinical. "Lila, you have failed today's session. Your resistance has cost you dearly. But do not worry, we will start your training program anew. You will have 30 more days to learn your place."

Lila's eyes met his, but she saw only the void of nothingness staring back. Her will to resist was gone, replaced by a blank slate of submission. She was ready to serve, to obey, to be the perfect fuck object the regime desired.

The doctor continued, his voice laced with sadistic delight. "Every time you try something similar, Lila, your training will be reset. You will start from day one, and the cycle will repeat. Do you understand?"

Lila nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Doctor. I understand."

The doctor leaned closer, his voice a low, insidious whisper. "Good. Because the next time you fail, the punishment will be even more severe. You will learn to obey, Lila. One way or another."

He turned to leave, then paused and looked back at her. "Only 30 days to go, Lila. Make them count."

As the doctor left the room, Lila was left alone with her thoughts. The note, the phoenix symbol, the hope it had offered—all of it was a cruel deception. She had been tricked, manipulated, and now she was paying the price. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and despair, but she knew one thing for certain: resistance was futile. She was a fuck object, a sex robot, her every thought and action controlled by the regime.

Lila lay down on the small, uncomfortable bed, her body aching from the day's ordeal. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the world around her. But the darkness was not a refuge; it was a void of nothingness, a place where her hopes and dreams once were. She was a prisoner, a fuck object, her mind and body reprogrammed to serve.

As she drifted off to sleep, the doctor's voice echoed in her mind: "You are a fuck object. You exist to serve. You will obey." The words were a constant reminder of her fate, a chilling promise of the days to come. Lila's journey was far from over, but she knew that resistance was futile. She was ready to serve, to obey, to be the perfect fuck object the regime desired.

He gently placed a nasal cannula on his subject–patient, I mean-, rubbing their hair and activated the gas flow. Enough to have them less scared. More relaxed. He couldn't help but smile as he saw them fighting it.

'' No, no, no. Breathe with your nose. Yes, just like that. "

He said as he firmly placed his hand over her mouth, forcing her to inhale. It was also his way to prevent her from screaming and saying stupid stuff such as 'let me go' or 'please don't do that'. I mean, how could she not want what was waiting for her ? His other hand were still rubbing the patient's head.

" There we are. No more tears, alright ? Now, I'm sure we'll be a great team, you and me. "

After a minute, noticing that the gas was doing its work, he carefully removed his hand from the patient's mouth.

'' This is the first part of your treatment. Be happy I didn't cut you open. Even though your body is worth a lot of money, you'll be more useful with your organs intact. ''

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Shh, it’s okay. I know you don’t want it. But no one wants to swallow pills either, yet we do it for the good of our health, right?

You’re making yourself tachycardia with all this needless panic! You know you’re getting your treatment no matter how much you beg and plead, right? I know it’s scary, I know it hurts, I know you still don’t think you’re sick. But if you were not sick you would not be in my care.

You know I like your work you know... llet me help! Let me join your staff, maybe ? Please, that's not fair to trick me like that when we can do awesome things as a team 😔

Listen to yourself! Begging and pleading with me? You don’t sound very calm at all, now do you, dear? It’s okay, take a deep breath and try to understand. This is all just a symptom of your disease. You’re sick and that’s why you’re in my care.

Do you remember last time we talked about this? You’re not here to work for me. You’ve been committed. I know it’s hard for you to understand, and the shock treatments unfortunately do not help your memory issues but you’ve been under my care for quite some time now. And no, we will not be releasing you from your restraints. Last time we let you try you struck one of my nurses, you can say you don’t remember but I can assure you I would never lie to a patient. You are in restraints for your safety as well as that of my staff.

Just a quick pinch now then in just a few short minutes you’ll be off to dream land… I’m sorry we have to do things this way. I much prefer patients who will lay themselves on the table without such a fight but it’s okay. I understand it’s only a sign of your illness, and that’s why you’re here. To receive my help.

Hey… Can you hear me?… Open your eyes for me Patient 22?…Alright the patient has been sedated. Let’s get them into treatment room 2 and we are ready to proceed. Yes I suspect we will be in there for quite a few hours. I plan to do ECT as well as manual and electro stimulation. Poor thing is only getting sicker and sicker. Can’t even remember how many months of treatment they’ve been through.

It’s okay, even on lost causes like this one who will likely never leave my care, I will never cease trying. That’s just the kind of caring Doctor I am.

That really depends on the patient’s temperament and what their treatment plan already entails. One patient’s daily treatment plan might feel like punishment to another. But you could expect a return to being restrained to your bed 24/7, for patients who were allowed to have their hands free to eat by mouth they might loose that privilege and begin tube feeds if they weren’t already. Sometimes it’s an increased use of chemical restraints. For patient’s who’ve made the same mistake a couple of times it could be a trip to the OR. Being awake in the operating room scares some sense into patients quite quickly, even if I do no cutting.

Sometimes escape attempts are a symptom in and of itself, this is common in hysteria cases where agitation and resistance to treatment are classic symptoms. When escape attempts are a symptom there’s often an increase in medication or treatment frequency/intensity. For hysteria patients sometimes it’s a sign that it’s time to consider ECT- or electro-convulsive therapy.

It all depends on what the patient’s diagnosis is and their temperament. Suscessfully breaking a patient requires working with them on an individual level to find what really scares them into compliance.

Don’t worry, I’ll make an obedient patient out of you sooner or later.

This is actually a situation I’m dealing with at the clinic currently. This poor boy, he has one of the most severe cases of hysteria I’ve seen in quite a long time. One of the difficulties with hysteria patients is they often think they are well, it’s actually a textbook symptom, denial of any illness.

I can give you a basic walk through of his treatment plan, although please bear in mind that this is for the most extreme of cases, don’t let this discourage you from seeking medical treatment yourself! When he first came to me for treatment we tried many of the lesser invasive methods but as his condition and agitation (another common symptom) increased so did our treatment measures. Currently he is kept in a light state of twilight sedation, he is able to follow commands albeit slowly and with a lot of prompting. But the medication keeps him from getting too aggressive or worked up, poor thing would wear himself ragged trying to fight tooth and nail! These medications really are a blessing for patients like him, even if he does not see it that way.

When it’s time for his weekly ECT sessions he’s wheeled to the treatment room, he does have some vocal protests but he can’t seem to figure out how to yell or scream with the drugs in his system so that’s really no issue. He receives other treatments on the daily and is no longer competent enough to follow the days of the week so he doesn’t usually know if he’s being taken to the treatment room for one of his lesser insensitive treatments or ECT. Once we reach the treatment room and he sees the dreaded machines he will begin to fight and protest, always claiming that he’s well and this is all some big mistake! But his fighting is no more than a hassle in this state. We get him transferred to the treatment table and safely restrained with ease, sometimes getting the bite block in can be a little tricky, he tends to clamp down and try to refuse me entry, but I can either apply pressure to his jaw or cover his nostrils and either way his mouth will open for me wether he wanted to or not. Silly boy, the bite block is for his own good! As is the rest of his therapy.

Post ECT patients are quite docile and much easier to manage. Most just want to be allowed sleep which we graciously provide. We move him back to his room and allow him to sleep it off. Usually waking up with a headache a couple hours later but I provide the pain medications that I can.

It’s not easy work caring for those as sick as him but it must be done!

Uncooperative patients are not tolerated under my care. I may allow one with quite a bit of free will something of a struggle, just to keep their minds occupied. However, If I deem that a patient requires corrective measures regarding their behavior, those measures be administered swiftly.

Patients requiring psychiatric treatment for their misbehavior may find themselves undergoing electroconvulsive therapy-- ECT. It's truly a fascinating form of treatment. Highly effective as well.

I, of course, practice it unmodified. That means my patients receive no muscle relaxants, or anesthetic of any kind.

Once we decide a patient is ready for therapy, they are typically brought into the treatment room and restrained. You see, this is for a few reasons. The first being discipline. I find that within a treatment facility it's best not to show favoritism, nor is it good to let the rules fall to the wayside. Secondarily, those being given ECT are made to convulse during full-scale seizures. I know, as uncomfortable as ECT sounds, the results would astound you.

The electrodes are placed on either side of the forehead, and a mouth prop is inserted into their oral cavity. My patients tend to injure themselves when not properly secured, especially during something so unpleasant. One common complication I encountered early-on while treating those who'd gone mad in the war was dislocations. In addition to the electrodes, we tend to apply an ECG, a recording EEG, and of course, a ground. Quite a few wires, but all so I know that my patient isn't being pushed too far. After all, I am a doctor. I'm only ever one to administer exactly what is needed. No more, no less.

The actual so-called 'shock' in our shock therapy doesn't last long. Typically, we work our way up to longer durations after gaging the seizing of our patient. On the shorter end of things, I may administer a few milliseconds of electricity at the minimum, and one of the more... ill, shall we say, patients ive had went for a good eight seconds. The seizures themselves can go on for about thirty seconds to a minute. Ah.. the poor thing, did I ever tell you about that patient? We eventually decided it best to have her lobotomized.

All in all, I assure you that it's nothing to fear. Measures like these only come to those who can't be helped otherwise.

Can you explain more how you turn bratty defiant patients into docile cooperating ones?

Sure! Chemical and Physical restraints are a big part of that process. I’ve found that most patients just need to understand that they have no say in their care once they walk in my door. The only thing they can control is their behavior; thus deciding how pleasant of a stay they have. While I do love a well behaved plaint patient there is something exhilarating about having a bratty, defiant patient to break. And it is so rewarding to watch a patient go from needing a muzzle to eating pills out of my gloved hand.

While every patient is different and requires individualized care here’s a basic treatment plan for an aggressive patient:

Physical restraints 24/7 unless chemically restrained. Some cases require both together to not hurt themselves trashing about attempting to get out of their restraints.

I continue providing compassionate care, they have to realize that while they have no chance of evading their treatment it’s because I am doing what is best for them. You need this. It’s normal for patients to fight back the first couple days of their admission so I don’t take it personally. Within a week of confinement most patients can be granted some smaller freedoms, such as having their upper body unrestrained for leisure time between treatments, although I do have one long term patient who still has not earned that privilege so it just depends on the patient themselves.

Another thing I find helpful is sensory enhancements to necessary treatments and procedures, an example I’ve discussed before is the preparing of tools in an ice bath before insertion. Another common one is diluting a small amount of something like tiger balm or bio freeze in the lubricant for a gyn procedure. If a patient is having trouble grasping that I am the one in control these small additions of corrective sensory input such as these seem to work well in hammering in their position under me.

*snap* *snap*

You’re roused yet again by gloved hands snapping in from of your face, calling you to attention. “Are you still with me?” I see your eyes follow my voice to look me in the eye again, knitting your brows together in concentration. “Can you follow my finger for me? With your eyes, try not to move your head.” You obey but your eyes move slowly, gaze unfocused. “Good job!” I reward as your eyes start to close, even this was a tiring activity for you in this state. I put a hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze “Alright sweetheart, let’s get you to the treatment room. You’ll feel better soon, a couple more rounds of ECT and you’ll feel better than ever!” You nod your head slowly but I’m not sure that you actually heard what you’re agreeing to said, that’s no matter, I’ve already kicked the breaks on the bed and we are moving into the hallway. You’re watching the white tiles and lights pass overhead as you’re transported through familiar corridors to a room you’ve been in many times before, although I’m not sure if you can recognize that in this state.

It’s okay, we will make you all better. “Can you open your mouth? Good job.” You have reached a point where you no longer fight when the bite block comes down, I don’t think you even think twice about obeying every word your Doctor says. Such a good docile patient. It’s a shame you’re showing no signs of recovery, but that’s okay. I have no problem looking after you as long as it takes. You’re in the best of hands. “Alright sweetheart we are ready to begin, just bite down and it will be over soon.”