Post by hawkeye on Feb 7, 2018 0:52:07 GMT
The pupil of a milk-chocolate-brown eye narrows perceptibly with the flash of illumination then opens when the pen light clicks off. Mist slips the device into her lab coat pocket and gently strokes the dark locks of her emancipated patient. Her charge's eyes remain open and glazed, staring through the PhD-to-be blankly.
“I know you’re in there,” Sierra murmurs softly. “And I’m going to fix what’s in there and get you out.”
Sierra Mist
The Dream blinks and a small grin creases Mist’s lips.
“If I can put the pieces back together and make you not only a wrestler again, not only a champion, but one the fans’ love, I can do what’s best for you and provide Doctor Wade a thesis he won’t be able to deny is the best he or any professor at UCF has ever seen.”
Sierra turns to a nearby table and grabs a white leather halter, she holds it in front of the vacant stare of Dream, Lisa currently clothed in a light blue patient’s gown, loosely tied in the back.
“I know you love your leather Lisa,” Sierra intones softly, “and it’s waiting for you when you’re ready.”
Mist lifts the top to her patient’s cheek and softly brushes it against The Dream.
“I know you’re only used to white in the…”
Sierra hesitates.
“…the facility. But outside that color means a safer place, a brighter place for you to inhabit. It’s a place where everyone will love you.”
Mist places the top back and grabs the long white leather pants. She glides them over Lisa’s left arm then lays them in her lap.
Dream’s chin drops a few degrees, her vision cast downward a few degrees more then back up at Mist, the barest hint of confusion in her features.
“This is you now. A safe you. A better you. A more perfect you,” Mist continues.
The word sends a shudder through Lisa’s haggard frame. Though always on the slender, sinewy side, over a year and a half in the “facility” had taken much of the stature she’d had. But with the sound of that word, a crackling energy shot through the body, the gown puffing out as The Dream flinched within.
“Easy, Lees,” Sierra says, palms up and flashed toward The Dream. “I’m sorry. I know I said I’d only use that word on special occasions when you’re in danger and you need to get back to your safe place.”
Sierra pats the crown of Dream’s head gently and Lisa’s spasms cease.
“Good girl. Good girl.”
Sierra squeezes into the chair Lisa occupies, tight and shoulder to shoulder with her subject. She wraps a protective arm around the once-upon-a-time wrestling legend, Lisa’s face impassive. Sierra turns and places a peck on the brunette’s cheek, sweetly surrounding her trademark mole before gently pulling free.
“I believe that’s enough for today’s session, love. You know you’re safe with me, always with me.”
Lisa leans her head onto Sierra’s near shoulder, bringing a wide endearing smile to Mist’s features. She wraps a protective arm around the opposite cheek of her patient.
“Tomorrow’s a big day, Lees. We go to the gym.”
Sierra can feel Lisa’s body tense and she shushes softly until the muscles start to release their rigidity.
“We’ll only do what you want to do. What you feel safe doing. Always remember, with me you’re safe. There is a place where everyone will love you and I will safely get you there.”
Lisa melts sideways into Sierra’s lap and Mist strokes The Dream, purring sweet nothings, the PhD-to-be and her patient looking the picture of contentedness.
“I know you’re in there,” Sierra murmurs softly. “And I’m going to fix what’s in there and get you out.”
Sierra Mist
The Dream blinks and a small grin creases Mist’s lips.
“If I can put the pieces back together and make you not only a wrestler again, not only a champion, but one the fans’ love, I can do what’s best for you and provide Doctor Wade a thesis he won’t be able to deny is the best he or any professor at UCF has ever seen.”
Sierra turns to a nearby table and grabs a white leather halter, she holds it in front of the vacant stare of Dream, Lisa currently clothed in a light blue patient’s gown, loosely tied in the back.
“I know you love your leather Lisa,” Sierra intones softly, “and it’s waiting for you when you’re ready.”
Mist lifts the top to her patient’s cheek and softly brushes it against The Dream.
“I know you’re only used to white in the…”
Sierra hesitates.
“…the facility. But outside that color means a safer place, a brighter place for you to inhabit. It’s a place where everyone will love you.”
Mist places the top back and grabs the long white leather pants. She glides them over Lisa’s left arm then lays them in her lap.
Dream’s chin drops a few degrees, her vision cast downward a few degrees more then back up at Mist, the barest hint of confusion in her features.
“This is you now. A safe you. A better you. A more perfect you,” Mist continues.
The word sends a shudder through Lisa’s haggard frame. Though always on the slender, sinewy side, over a year and a half in the “facility” had taken much of the stature she’d had. But with the sound of that word, a crackling energy shot through the body, the gown puffing out as The Dream flinched within.
“Easy, Lees,” Sierra says, palms up and flashed toward The Dream. “I’m sorry. I know I said I’d only use that word on special occasions when you’re in danger and you need to get back to your safe place.”
Sierra pats the crown of Dream’s head gently and Lisa’s spasms cease.
“Good girl. Good girl.”
Sierra squeezes into the chair Lisa occupies, tight and shoulder to shoulder with her subject. She wraps a protective arm around the once-upon-a-time wrestling legend, Lisa’s face impassive. Sierra turns and places a peck on the brunette’s cheek, sweetly surrounding her trademark mole before gently pulling free.
“I believe that’s enough for today’s session, love. You know you’re safe with me, always with me.”
Lisa leans her head onto Sierra’s near shoulder, bringing a wide endearing smile to Mist’s features. She wraps a protective arm around the opposite cheek of her patient.
“Tomorrow’s a big day, Lees. We go to the gym.”
Sierra can feel Lisa’s body tense and she shushes softly until the muscles start to release their rigidity.
“We’ll only do what you want to do. What you feel safe doing. Always remember, with me you’re safe. There is a place where everyone will love you and I will safely get you there.”
Lisa melts sideways into Sierra’s lap and Mist strokes The Dream, purring sweet nothings, the PhD-to-be and her patient looking the picture of contentedness.