The psychiatrist asked me to close my eyes. Aside from my urge to roll my eyes, I satisfy her ego and comply.
Describe what I see? Are you sure you wish me to release what’s in my mind? You asked for it. Not me.
It’s grey. Endless. No edges. No walls.
An orb exists before me. White and radiating even brighter light. Purity. Honestly, and beauty.
Yes, I meant it that way. You asked me and I’m describing it…..ok I’ll continue. Make up your mind. Let me out of mine.
Chains wrap and encompass it. Protecting it. From me. Every step i make towards it, the further it moves away. I can’t get close. I try harder and harder but it gets further and further.
There’s something else. A chain leads from the holy. It leads to a collar. In the collar is a shadow. Shape of a wolf. Dire and deadly. Eyes locked on. Predator gaze. I feel deadly intent. Rage. Pleasure from violence. I fear the rage. Fleeing I can feel the rage chasing me. Getting closer and closer. Getting bigger and bigger. The chain endless in length. The orb no longer becoming distant. Still, not any closer. I feel it. A hearth breath at my neck behind. Not directing itself at me. It provokes me. Encouraging me.
What do you think it’s encouraging? It sees you. Through me. Your legs overly exposed in your short tight skirt! What urges you thinking?
He’s no longer in control now. Don’t be scared. Oh yes, you are. I can see the horripilification encompassing your essence. I can smell the fear between your legs. I can hear the rapid beating as you try to compose your self with overwhelming anxiety. I notice you didn’t have any emergency alarms installed. The clear lining of your siding in my peripherals tell me so.
Yes I notice everything. Same as you noticed you have made a mistake taking on his case. Don’t worry. I respect your sense of privacy. How you have gone so far to sound proof your room. I will be as gentle as I can during your experience. Shall we begin?