Submit to therapy

Mina sighed, and nodded. "Alright doctor. I still know who I am and what happened to me, but if it means I'll be treated less like a criminal then I suppose I'll give therapy a go. What does it involve?" she asked as his hand slid from her shoulder down to her arm. It lingered there for a moment too long for comfort. Mina shrugged his hand off as she turned to face him. He had a smile on his face and a cup with another pill in his other hand. He handed it to her and a small cup of water from his desk.

"We'll have you discuss what happened and recontextualize it and the events while under medication. It aides the mind by confusing any neural links that began to form after the trauma." he said as Mina cautiously swallowed the pill. She sat the cup down and walked the room, looking at his relics and curios that spanned from Africa to New Zealand in origin. Masks, bead necklaces, and figurines lined the walls, most of them featuring grotesque carvings of native and savage spirits and entities.

"Ahh, take my figures as an example. The one you are looking at now may appear terrifying with its large teeth and threatening pose, but it is actually a depiction of an old Babylonian nature spirit. When nature appears threatening, this is how the human mind perceives it. That same nature spirit is also the smooth-faced youth in the figurine next to it. You see? Its all in how your mind interprets Nature. Natural phenomena are no more inherently evil than a kitchen knife that for most of its existence was used to chop up vegetables and only once used to stab someone. The knife, much like nature, did not care what it was used for. Its just a knife." She felt him pat her shoulder again before hitting a buzzer on the wall.

"Ryan, I believe our patient is ready for therapy. Please fetch a wheelchair and take her to therapy group six." he said before returning to his seat. "Now then, I have no doubt the sessions will help you remember what really happened. Unfortunately we can't risk letting in with the non-violent population just yet. Protocols and all that. Tonight, you'll have to stay in a cell instead a room. I apologize in advance." The door opened, and Ryan was standing there leaning on a wheelchair. She started to ask how, but her mind wandered back to the figures as she was wheeled away.

Therapy group six, she saw, consisted of seven men and three women with the dark haired nurse she had already met leading the discussion. Mina arrived as one of the men were talking. Ryan parked her wheelchair and helped to a seat on the couch next to an old man with a dour expression and nervous tick which caused his eye to twitch. He attempted a smile, but it sent his eye into a twitching fit that unnerved her greatly.

"...and that's why, when I was, umm, making love to her that I held a knife to her throat. I didn't want to hurt her, I was just frightened that she would scratch my eyes out or something. I realize that she didn't understand that I was acting out my natural urges from a place of anger and fear and she rejected me because I didn't put her at ease. Once I was finished, she saw that her life wasn't in danger, and she was more accepting of the situation. None of the other patients, well aside from Davey, hurt her intentionally," then man talking said in a calm voice. "By my second turn, she was serene and calm. She didn't resist our commands, and the four of us made love for hours."

"Thank you for sharing, Ollie. As you all see, we have a new guest. For now, we'll call her her Mona. Mona, please tell the group what happened to a girl you know, your close friend Mina." Mina's mind was having trouble following what was happening. Did they really want her to say that her attackers where "making love" to her? "Just tell us what Mina might have been thinking and feeling. Tell it like she would remember it." At that, Mina began to cry.

It took her almost half an hour to recount her tale. She didn't know why she was telling a group of strangers how it felt to be anally violated again and again, or about her shameful orgasms, or the dreams. The walls seemed to breathe as the man across from her began rubbing himself as she described in vivid detail being **** to lick the semen from the Maori woman. When she was done, she felt empty and cold. The nurse, Lisette, smiled at her warmly.

"It sounds like your friend Mina is a very confused, frightened girl. Now then, first she should know that her reaction to her father wasn't due to her being angry with him for taking her out on the boat, it was for acknowledging he was sexually attracted to her when he walked in on her changing. Her mind tried to rationalize it by proving that all men were disgusting, sex crazed monsters; and she entered the holding rooms intent to prove that. She first did this with touch by teasing a patient. Ollie, if you would." Mina watched as Ollie, the man who had been telling his story, stood up and walked behind her. Mina looked up at him as he placed his hands on her shoulders.

"See, just warm hands with no intent to harm. He no doubt enjoys the feeling of your skin beneath his. He is a stranger, and what Mina would probably think of as a very dangerous man." Ollie slid his hands over her collarbone, his fingers inching onto the swell of her breasts. "Now, Mina would probably resist this for one reason or another. Society and culture have placed layers of shame, status, and morality onto what is at its core a desire for closeness. See? No harm done." she said as she felt his palms slide under her tank top.

His big hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts as Ollie sighed. His touch lingered warmly wherever his hand traveled. She closed her eyes and saw spiraling patterns of light behind them. Whatever was in the pills was working. Even as an admitted **** groped her freely, Mina didn't have a care in the world. Soon, the other men were standing and walking toward her. "Don't be upset, don't be judgemental. They and you have natural urges that must be expressed." the nurse said as more hands found her. Her skin was electric under their touch. "Stay calm, everyone." Hands slid over her breasts, neck, and face. The old man next to her snaked his hand between her thighs. The sensations were overwhelming as Mina bit her index finger. Just as she felt a hand slide under her elastic waistband, the nurse rang a small bell. The men stopped, and returned to their seats.

"You see? Not all touch is bad, and even touch with bad intentions is still touch. You must learn to accept and forgive someone who acts out from a place of fear and anger, even if that person is yourself." Mina met her eyes, confused by how aroused she was. "So then, Mona; see how different you reacted and how much better you feel? If only Mina could reinterpret what happened to her in such a way. Trust me, I know. The girl Ollie was describing earlier was me. Mina would say that Ollie, Davey, and Bruce here violated me. Mina would say that I was vaginally, orally, and anally **** repeatedly in a dark holding cell that I carelessly left unlocked for nearly 8 hours. I would say that Ollie and his friends were sexually frustrated having been locked away in the basement cells for too long, and acted out on the first person they could. I was a sobbing mess before Dr Redburne gave me a few private sessions of Reinterpretive therapy." Mina couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"What did that entail, exactly?" she asked, a sense of terror welling up from the bottom of her intoxicated mind. The nurse smiled and wrote something on her notebook.

"Why, I made love to them again, of course. First, in a similar manner as the first time with the doctor there to help me reinterpret what was occurring, and again after that unsupervised. Now, as you can see, Ollie and I are friends. He has never attempted to lay another hand on me and I have no fear of being alone with him or any of the others. So then, Mona, are you ready to continue? I believe we were at the part where you were describing the pain of fear of being anally penetrated for the first time. Ollie, will you assist again?" the nurse said. Mina's eyes went wide when the man's eyes narrowed and a barely concealed wicked grin parted his face. He nodded, and stood to walk back over to her.

No wonder her father never mentioned her to the doctor. Everyone here was mad. Mina crawled backward in her seat as he advanced on her, his shadow blocking out the overhead light as he leaned over her. "Nurse, I don't know about this..." Mina said as he hooked the sides of her elastic banded scrub pants. She clutched the front as he tried to slide them down her thighs. They hadn't given her any underwear.