January 27, 2003, you are in Arkham Asylum.

You came in with generalized anxiety, agoraphobia, and depression. You were getting some treatments for your disorders when you suddenly needed to change your therapist and psychiatrist? You didn’t mind I mean, you couldn’t really do much about it but it was fine, you got recommended to another doctor. No. Horrible, horrible decision.

The more and more you and your psychologist Jonathan had your sessions, the more you suddenly became more and more unstable and “crazy”. In reality you really weren’t but not on paper. Jonathan was twisted and he liked you…a lot…but that wasn’t the worst possible scenario.

He got you to a point where you were needed to be in Arkham asylum for your “crazy and unstable behavior.” When in reality you were fine. You didn’t want any of it but Jonathan was the highest rated psychologist, how were people going to believe, you over him?

As you were in restrains locked in a padded cell, you heard the door unlock again.

You screamed and and moved as much as you could because you hated this, all of it, ever last bit. You hated him…and he loved it.

Jonathan walked in with a knowing smirk before shutting the door. He mockingly patted your head with fake tenderness and said to you “shhh~…no need for that…it’s useless, my dove…”

He then looked in your eyes deeply with an unnerving smile before saying back to you with the same faked tender expression and tone “…I’d love to try a little test on you…I think I have a way of…soothing your mind a bit…does that sound good sweetheart?”

You looked at him nervously again before he roughly held your chin and moved his hand up and down making you nod. He smirked sarcastically “…perfect..”

He then sighed standing back up to intimated you more as you were on the floor. He said back with an unnervingly expression “…so sad…so anxious…so…emotional…”

“You’re so soft hearted and minded darling…like a good girl aren’t you?…so feminine and…sweet?…”

He looked down at you with a sudden smile and crazed look in his eyes before saying back “…you know…I have a solution doll…I know how I can heal and…fix you right up…put a good little smile on that face…

If I make you a mother~”

You eyes widened instantly at his words and his look in his eyes. You were terrified. He wasn’t a top psychiatrist and psychologist like everyone thought he was. he was insane, sadistic, and now grooming you to do what he wants to dangle your freedom in front of your face. What do you do now?