![]() ![]() It was windowless, but brightly lit by a fluorescent tube in the ceiling, way above my reach. Evidently, the middle one was to cause me discomfort rather than to keep the straitjacket in place.Now I was secured, they escorted me down a corridor and into a padded cell. Two more straps, one on each side, were fastened. A thin strap was pulled through my crotch and pulled so tight that it rode up deep into me, pressing firmly against a sensitive area. The straitjacket was wrapped around me and fastened, and several straps were tightened around me so that it clung to my naked body like a second skin. My fingers were now useless, and no way could I withdraw them from the pouches. ![]() The sleeves ended in stiff leather pouches and straps were buckled tightly around the sleeves at my wrists. Struggle as I might, I was no match for so many of them, all obviously with experience of getting a straitjacket onto an unwilling victim. They released my arms but then started putting them into the sleeves of the straitjacket. “Help me get Goldilocks into this,” he told the guards. He was wearing green hospital scrubs and carrying something. They all commented on how lovely it was, which in other circumstances might have been flattering if they’d used more polite language.Another man came in. I blushed as the four men saw my naked body. While two of them held me, the other two cut off all of my clothes, putting the pieces in a sack. “He took two pairs of scissors from a drawer. As soon as that was done, they left.“Right, we’ll get you ready,” said one of the guards. Where’s the paperwork?” The guards gave him some forms, which he signed and then passed to his colleague to sign. What’s the diagnosis, docs?”Without hesitation, one of them said, “Yes, a very attractive young lady but a paranoid schizophrenic she needs immediate sectioning for the safety of both herself and the general public. “We found this blonde beauty snooping in the grounds,” he said. Two men in white coats with stethoscopes around their necks came in. Second, you’d be in the secret part no outsider would ever find, even more soundproof than this bit.”Meanwhile, another guard had called for doctors. The ball filled my mouth the strip was then pulled tight and buckled behind my neck. But somehow the ball went in, and my jaw closed around it. They pushed hard and my jaw opened so wide I was frightened it would dislocate. The gag was a wide leather strip that had a leather ball attached. This was bravado I had stupidly not told anyone where I was going.“Shut up,” said one of the guards, gagging me. “She’s obviously a paranoid schizophrenic, but we’ll need a pair of medicos to confirm that.”“You can’t keep me here – they’ll come looking for me…” I began. “Caught a snoop,” said one of my captors. From the lift, they took me into a small room where there were two other guards. They took me to a lift, and we went down. And once you’re in the soundproofed basement, nobody outside could hear you.”By now they had handcuffed my hands behind my back and fettered my ankles, so I was helpless. “People expect a bit of shouting from a loony bin. “No good shouting, blondie,” laughed one guard. But I was caught by two guards, who carried me kicking and screaming into the building. ![]() Wealthy people who wanted to get a whistleblower or other awkward person out of the way, but were too squeamish to have him or her killed, would arrange a committal to this asylum, which had doctors prepared to sign the necessary declarations.It was situated in large grounds surrounded by a high fence, but the perimeter was not well guarded, and I had found a gap in it through which I could enter to make a preliminary survey. Information I had received suggested that it was really a private prison. It was essential to get out of the grounds of the asylum before my absence was noticed, as I surely could not outdistance my pursuers.As a reporter, I had been investigating the asylum outside the town. Breathing was difficult as I panted I could only breathe through my nose, as my mouth was filled with a large leather ball held in by a wide leather strap. I was handicapped, too, by having my arms trapped in a straitjacket so I could not swing them and found it harder to keep my balance. It was not easy, running across the hard, stony ground in bare feet. Trapped in the AsylumI was running as fast as I could. ![]()
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