Beg her for mercy

Exhausted, and with your penis burning in pain, you beg her for mercy. You can't continue with this, you are going to get hurt.

She helps you to sit down on the stretcher and puts a hand on your shoulder, she seems genuinely concerned "Oh, sweetheart, I hadn't realized... I'm so sorry, sometimes the demands are too much, I know that you are a cooperative person and you are so kind... I can maybe help you"

She grabs a tablet and whispers to you "I shouldn't say that, but we have two options to avoid a punishment, I can report a failure in the therapy, and try to find a better treatment for you. Or..." She lowers her tone even more. "I can lie in the report, say that you can't recover from the medication and that your penis is no longer functional."

She looks at you, and you notice that she's sad, maybe disappointed. "I want to help you, you have to choose, but in both cases, we can't be together anymore"

The choice is yours...