"So," Makenzie said, loudly eating her salad with her mouth open, "what's up?" Patient #0014 hesitated before responding. She said that she had found a new job, and a new romantic partner, which wasn't incorrect. Fortunately, it seemed Makenzie was merely asking to give herself time to breathe before talking about herself some more. Patient #0014 listened intently as Makenzie talked about herself, occasionally poking at her own food. The small cafe was mostly empty, the two of them separated from the other patrons. 

"So, I wanted to ask... how are you doing regarding the whole...Malphren incident?" Makenzie rolled her eyes. 

"That psycho bitch? Fuck her. Let her rot in whatever loony bin she's locked up in. Serves her right." Patient #0014 nodded absentmindedly, allowing Makenzie to change the subject and talk about herself some more. When the check came, she offered to pay, and Makenzie didn't resist it. 

"My treat." she said. "After all, I was the one who asked to meet up." She paid in cash, leaving a tip that wasn't too big or too small, and the two of them rose to leave, both striking off in the same direction. 

"My car's this way, too." Patient #0014 said, sheepishly. Of course it was. Patient #0014 had made sure of it. Everything was planned out, down to the smallest detail. 

Her car was a unassuming gray sedan, whose trunk popped open as Patient #0014 slowed her pace so that she was walking behind Makenzie, the perfect position to kick her legs out from under her, one arm wrapped around her neck in a headlock. The other pressed the anesthesia mask over her face, filling her lungs with the drug. Makenzie panicked, struggling, as the scent of sedative that filled her nightmares filled her nostrils once more. Two figures stepped out of the darkness, and Makenzie called out, relieved, still thinking that she was saved. Her eyes widened in panic as the figures grabbed her, one holding her struggling form still as the other secured her in medical restraints. Makenzie's squirming slowed, then stopped, as the sedative took effect, her limp figure trussed up in a straightjacket, the mask on her face keeping her in a deep sedated sleep. The two nurses helped Patient #0014 lift Makenzie's straightjacketed form into the trunk, strapping her down into the specialized restraints built into the trunk of the car. Patient #0014 attached the collar that would monitor her vital signs, double checked the canister of anesthesia, and shut the trunk. 

"Well done." Patient #0014 said, smiling in satisfaction. "And the cameras?" 

"Suffering technical difficulties." said the nurse in the passenger seat. 

"Excellent. Good job, Nurse 17 & 26." 

"Thank you, Patient #0014." the two said in unison. Patient #0014 smiled, adjusted the rearview mirror, and pulled out, driving back to Sleepy Smiles Special Hospital.

Patient #0014 skipped happily through the halls of the asylum, humming to herself as she did so. 

"Oh, Doctor Malphren~" she cooed. The doctor turned from the nurse she had been speaking to, her eyes lighting up before catching her favorite patient in a tight hug, sharing a tender kiss. 

"You're back! Did you enjoy your little trip?" 

"I did~" Patient #0014 said, smiling. "And...I got you something~"

"Oh?" Dr. Malphren asked, intrigued. "Is this why you wouldn't tell me where you were going?" 

"Mhm! It's a surprise~" she said, skipping over to a wriggling form strapped to a gurney, covered by a white sheet, the struggles growing more frantic at the sound of their voices. Patient #0014 whipped off the sheet with a flourish. 

"Ta daaaa! Surprise!" Makenzie, secured in straightjacket and straps, mouth plugged with a strict leather gag, stared in horror at the doctor she thought she had escaped, her makeup running in streaks down her cheeks.

"Oh my! For me?" Dr. Malphren said in sincere surprise, bringing Patient #0014 in for a passionate kiss. "Thank you, my love...it's what I've always wanted..." Makenzie's struggles and gagged screams reached a fever pitch as Dr. Malphren reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look her in the eyes. 

"You didn't really think you were going to get away from me, did you?" Makenzie let out a stifled sob.

"You know what, Patient #0014? I think you should be the one in charge of her...treatment~" 

"Really?" she said, her eyes lighting up. She leapt up onto the gurney, straddling Makenzie's squirming, terrified form. "We're gonna have so much fun together!" She turned to Dr. Malphren. 

"How about we start with...The White Room?" Dr. Malphren smiled. 

"That sounds like a *lovely* idea, my dear~" 

The White Room. White walls. White floors. White noise. White lights. A seamless void of white that deprives the victim of any way of accurately judging time or space, making sleep and thoughts impossible. Makenzie thrashed as Patient #0014 dragged her inside. 

"Let me go, you crazy bitch!" Patient #0014 tutted disapprovingly. 

"Now, now, dear...in time, you'll see that this is for your own good. We're going to fix you, make you better." Makenzie's response was cut off as #0014 shut the cell door, trapping her in an endless expanse of white. Some time later-how long, Makenzie couldn't tell-Patient #0014 opened the door again, staring nonplussed at Makenzie's bound and prone form. Makenzie stumbled to her feet and charged towards freedom, screaming curses and threats, only for #0014 to calmly shut the door again. Makenzie stumbled, the short strip of canvas connecting her ankle cuffs restricting her ability to run, falling against the padded surface where the door was. At least, that's where she thought it was. It was impossible to tell. The White Room made her feel like she was floating in an endless void, flying at impossible speeds and completely immobile at the same time, the first cracks appearing in her mind.

After the 47th time Patient #0014 opened the door, Makenzie had stopped screaming, and started begging. After the 93rd time, the begging had been replaced with the word "please", repeated at various volumes, with various levels of desperation. After the 152nd time, there were only inarticulate outbursts. After the 204th time, there was only slurred mumbling. The 309th time Patient #0014 opened the door to The White Room, Makenzie merely laid there, her eyes barely flickering in recognition. 

"Lick my boots." Patient #0014 commanded. Makenzie tiredly raised her head, managing a "Wha?" Patient #0014 shut the door. There was a loud, choking sob from inside, and a few moments later, a muffled thump as Makenzie flung herself against the padded walls. After letting her stew some more, Patient #0014 opened the door, and repeated the command. Reluctantly, Makenzie began to make her way towards her. 

"Too slow." The door shut once more. The third time, Makenzie hurried to #0014's side, kneeling at her feet.

"Lick," Patient #0014 repeated, "my boots." Makenzie bent down, her face inches away from the shining leather. She hesitated, just for a moment, but it was one moment too many.

Patient #0014 roughly pushed her over with her boot and left, shutting the door behind her as Makenzie cried and begged and said she was sorry. The fourth time, Makenzie knelt and began running her tongue over the black leather, slowly, hesitant.

"Better." Patient #0014 admitted. "But not good enough." Makenzie cried as the door was shut in her face once more. When the door opened for the fifth time, Makenzie rushed over as fast as her restraints would allow and eagerly began massaging #0014's boot with her tongue, looking up with pleading eyes, giving it her all. 

"Much better." Patient #0014 said, smiling. "Now, fit the whole thing in your mouth." Doing so was impossible, of course. But Makenzie tried her best, jamming the toe end of the boot into her mouth, gagging and sputtering on the leather, eyes and nose leaking from the gag reflex. "Stop." #0014 commanded. Makenzie pulled back, panting, struggling to breathe, her face and chest covered with drool and tears. Patient #0014 snapped her fingers, before turning and walking away. Two orderlies, in latex scrubs and face masks, grabbed the handles built into Makenzie's straightjacket and dragged her along the hallway, her legs dangling and dragging as she struggled to keep up. Eventually, they came to a room, the floor and walls made of white hard foam tiles, a variety of colorful blocks scattered around the space, along with a padded table and chair.

The orderlies roughly removed Makenzie's restraints, leaving her dazed on the floor as they marched off, closing the door behind them, leaving her alone with Patient #0014, who was holding a strange object with a black rubber handle and a long, thin, protruding orange rod.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked. 

"W-what?" Makenzie managed, finally managing to stand up on her own two feet. Patient #0014 calmly pressed the end of the device against Makenzie's skin and pressed the button. There was a loud cracking ZAP and a flash of pain that made her yelp, jumping up in surprise, collapsing in a confused heap. Patient #0014 stood over Makenzie's trembling form. 

"Are you going to be good for me?" she asked. Makenzie could only bring herself to nod.

There was another ZAP, and Makenzie yelped in pain and surprise. "Say, 'Yes, Patient #0014'." Makenzie swallowed. 

"Y-yes, Patient #0014." she managed. 

"Good."

What followed were a series of simple tasks. Pick up the red block. Put the red block on the table. Put the blue block on top of the red block. But the next command was different from the ones that followed. 

"Smile." Patient #0014 had commanded. Makenzie had made the mistake of asking "what?" in confusion, earning her another shock. "Smile." Patient #0014 repeated, helpfully demonstrating with her face and fingers. Makenzie had done so; her smile was shaky at best, and didn't reach her eyes, but that was okay. What wasn't okay is that after a few moments, it started to falter. Patient #0014 zapped her again. "Smile." #0014 repeated, before pressing the prod against Makenzie's skin, leaving her finger off the button. "Don't. Stop. Smiling." she said happily, pressing the button.

Whenever Makenzie messed up her tasks, or didn't do them fast enough, or let her smile slip, she got a shock. Eventually, Patient #0014 snapped her fingers, and the two orderlies returned, roughly wrestling Makenzie down and restraining her once more.

"We'll pick this back up later." she said. "Back to The White Room with you." As the orderlies started dragging her away, Makenzie cried 

"Stop! Please! I'll be good! I'll be good! I promise!" 

"Stop." Patient #0014 commanded, and the orderlies paused. She walked up to Makenzie, her face inches from her own, and stared into Makenzie's tearful, bloodshot eyes, her cheeks streaked with tears, bags under her eyes.

"Remember...Smile!" Patient #0014 said helpfully, and watched as the orderlies dragged Makenzie away, her eyes silently pleading above her wide, happy smile.