Nightshift 33: Disciplinary Therapy Room 4 (M-U for Shadow)
The doctor stood, face and head covered in a surgical mask and cap, looming over the prone form strapped to the stretcher. He was a pretty thing, young, strong. And about to be broken.
He enjoyed it when there was such an easy way in. It would be a simple matter, and so entertaining. Bringing the proud down a few pegs, reminding these dogs of their place. They needed a kick now and again.
He smiled behind his mask and waited for his 'patient' to wake up.