“Oh big deal,” she snapped. Both arms went in facing forward and then the jacket fastened at the back and the sleeves were pulled around behind her and secured. She soon got fed up with screaming. Water gushed out, brown water, then the nozel was back in and out again. Dr Leggit took some photographs on his cell phone. “Let me out,” Zania screamed. In moments her hands were released from the cuffs and pushed into the strait jacket sleeves which extended well past her finger tips and fastened behind her. She tried to work out which day it was, for fucks sake how much longer. Zania Duroe had come to the end of the road. “Are you comfortable now?” Dr Leggit asked. “You total fucking pervert!” Zania protested, as John gently dried her with a soft cloth but she felt really good and then John carried her back to her stall. Zania just about collapsed as he opened the door. “Let me out,” Zania screamed. “It’s OK sweetie,” he said, “I got you.”
His voice reassured her, He lifted her. Playing Groundhog Day, the Movie over and over again. Playing Groundhog Day, the Movie over and over again. Let me out!” she protested.
