The Session

Amber followed the doctor into a room, there was a table and some chairs, along with some medical equipment she did not recognize, as well as various bottles of clear liquids scattered around back counter in the room. The Doctor sat in a lavish chair behind the wood desk, there was a chair in front of it as well. Amber took one more scan around the room and noticed a conveyor belt sticking out of the wall, it looked like something from an airport that would handle baggage. It was connected to a hole in the wall. She didn't give it a second thought, and sat down in the chair across from the doctor.

Dr. Firmer smiled, "Now Amber, how long have you been with your boyfriend?"

Amber scoffed, "Too long."

The doctor frowned, "No, I mean the actual length of your relationship."

"Oh, like three years, or something. I've lost count," Amber replied.

"And have you considered leaving him?" Dr. Firmer inquired.

"Yes. I've wanted to leave him many times, but he kind of keeps me hostage, financially," Amber admitted.

"What do you do for work? What is your career?" the doctor asked.

"Nothing, I'm just a housewife," Amber replied.

Dr. Firmer raised her eyebrows, "So he keeps you hostage?"

"Yeah! Like, if I left him, I wouldn't have any money to do the things I like to do, like shop or hang out with my friends, or go out and stuff."

"So he let's you spend his money, and leave the house? I'm not sure which part of this is keeping you hostage," the doctor asked, a little confused.

"It's the emotional and mental ****," Amber replied. "it's not fair that I've become dependent on these things from him!"

Dr. Firmer just sighed, and put her clipboard down. "Okay, well, I think I've heard all I really need to hear. You're one of those."

Amber's face grew angry, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. You're one of the ones that need a little more help than the others, that's all," the doctor responded, trying to reassure her, "Honestly, I think for you, we'll go ahead with the advanced treatment." Dr. Firmer stood up and walked to a shelf with various colored bottles, and looked over them.

"Advanced treatment? What are you talking about?" Amber asked.

Dr. Firmer found what she was looking for, a bottle of pink liquid and deposited it into a chute. "You've got some serious issues going on, and we're going to have to change your mind. You're going to be here a bit longer than you originally anticipated, maybe a few hours, I'll let your boyfriend know, of course."

"Change my mind?" Amber asked.

"Oh yeah, you've got a lot of problems. So, you see, we have this machine, and we're gonna put you through it." The doctor smiled.

"Machine? Put me through?" Amber was starting to get a little scared.

Dr. Firmer pressed a small button on her desk, mostly unnoticeable. Amber looked over and saw the conveyor belt in the wall light up, and begin moving.

"What the hell is this?!" Amber asked, "What is that?!"

Dr. Firmer pulled out a syringe from her coat pocket, filled with a blue liquid, "Don't worry, this is going to help calm you down. You're a bit hysterical."

"You're not shooting that into me, get away!" Amber tried to stand up, but her feet felt weak.

The doctor moved in close, grabbed her arm, and pushed the needle into Amber's skin. She winced as the cool liquid went into her vein.

"Stop, please!" Amber whined.

The effects were almost immediate, she felt her body getting numb and hard to move, and her vision blurred.

"Don't worry, it is only a paralytic, just to put you on the conveyor and not have you struggle during the process, it's very dangerous otherwise. I've done this a million times, don't worry," Dr. Firmer said.

"Wh.. wh... yyy..." Amber was slurring her words, unable to get a sentence out.

Dr. Firmer dragged Amber to the conveyor, and placed her onto the rubber surface.

"Good, now you're going to just stay right there while the machine does it's job. You're going to love the result."

Amber could barely move her head, but she looked up and saw the doctor press a few buttons, and the conveyor began to move. As Amber slid along the belt, her head went into the wall, and it got dark.