You walk down the hallway, peering at the door sign before finding the name Jeff on it. You walked into the white, soft room and closed the door behind you. You were scared.. you were trembling from his presence, but still you stood in front of him. He didn't seem surprised that I came. He was in psychiatric clothes, with his hands tied at the back. He was trying to get away from the clothes that looked really uncomfortable. He was groaning until he fell on his back "Jesus fucking Christ…"