"I have always been kinda different from my family. One too many fights in school and the last straw was a argument at home. Parents drove me to the hospital the following day. Claimed I was suicidal so I got admitted for a 72 hour observation. Unfortunatly for me, Doctor Pytka was assigned. He saw the opening with my family, that they would do anything to cure me. I am one of those people that a lot of drugs dont have a good effect on. I cant say how many different drugs he has tried just knowing he is futher fucking me up."
Taking a deep breath she was enjoying the relaxed feeling. The doctor rarely cared about her enjoyment. Actaully he rarely could trust her so she was usaully put in restraints of some kind.
" The good doctor became more curious in me when he found out I am not big on being touched or making new friends. He blamed it on me being sexually abused at him. I hit him, hard enough he had a serious bruise. Bad mistake because that only confirmed his theory in his own mind. I think almost a month must have passed before he was really pissed with me. It started with a riped shirt but after that he could not control himself. He really freaked out after I started bleeding. Sometimes he use to call me by his daughters name. In the beginning I use to bite him so he prefered to keep me gagged. Though I am sure he was just imagining me calling him daddy.... But at that point he really could not afford to let me tell anyone. I think he started with me, but I know he has been with a few other girls. Most of them were lucky and had family to get them out after a time."
Krista moved enough to pull the blanket up over her body. Closing her eyes she snuggled into the bed.
"By now we both know I am probably not safe to be around normal people on my own. I dont care enough between right and wrong.... Which leads into a whole lot of problems.... My family can't control me and the doctor can't, since I dont socalize well the doctor pretty much promised I could never be released into someone's custody..."