Chapter 53

Candice

I've always thought I had a high tolerance of pain. It's one reason why I chose to become a nurse. It never bothered me too much to see the sight of blood or a twisted arm. I've even had someone come in with their finger in a pickle jar with ice, but right now my tolerance is escaping my mind. Psych has me tied to a chair, I am straddling it from the back and my hands are tied with zip ties onto the arms of it.

There is a video camera in front of me and Jesse is smirking behind it. She looks completely fucked out of her mind. I've seen enough patients that come in just looking for her next fix, she is defiantly on cocaine. I take a deep breath and prepare for the impact of the whip hitting my flesh again. I'm sure my scrubs are drenched in blood. He's been going at it for about half an hour.