Your eyes slowly flutter open, the warm feeling in your stomach and aching pain lower down are gone, as if nothing had happened. The hospital bed is the same as when the doctor had knocked you out and more importantly no sign of the doctor that had done that. Every sense comes alive, heart rate quickening and eyes sharpening in the dark room, ears pricking to the steady beeping of the machine next to you.
The wound on your stomach awakens with a fury, heavy, fiery pain shoots through your nervous system, each jab causing the nerves to spark violently and the pain receptors blare loud and painfully in your head, every small movement of muscle causes the injury to rub and pull erratically making nerves blare and muscles tense. You mouth lets out a soft pained hiss, a soft sound that comes out between bared teeth, the only sound that you were unable to make when the guardians had come for you in the dream. The sound makes you feel more real.
There's no spikes around your bed, no too large rooms with heavy dark doors with sadistic nurses and dominant giantesses standing over you ready to kill and tease and violate you in ways you've never felt before. Every time you focus on something it reminds you you are no longer trapped in those dreams, those places. Every tiny miniscule difference such as the lack of dust on the bed. Each noise is sharply different from the cold snap of heels and warm patter of feet until it isn't.
The familiar clacking of heels cuts through the air, each harsh sound sending a chill through your body, every loud vibration making you flashback to the different ways the nurse had killed you:
-stabbing a knife
-strangling with bedsheets
-bleeding out from her cutting bits off (she liked that way, she killed you at least 10 times that way)
-even lethal injection and other drugs to overdose you (she liked this one too).
The sharp painful feeling of the spike in your neck makes you cringe away from the sound as if it could physically hurt you, as if every clack of footwear was actually driving a spike slowly through you esophagus and guts. The dull puncturing pain that lights your body on fire wracks through you. The nerves once more alight with unimaginable and cruel pain. The memory of countless deaths flowing through you.
The heels stop just outside the room, the knob turns and in walks a nurse.
She's older than you, mid thirties to early forties, with the body of a goddess. large rounded breasts held in place by her slightly tight uniform, her behind protruding teasingly, with wide hips and muscular yet lean legs that scream milf. The hourglass figure impresses and arouses you fiercely. But, the image of a pink haired Japanese beauty fills you mind, the soft perfectly sized breasts swaying playfully as you remember the provocative way she acts when the two of you are together. This image causes your half formed boner to go limp and unexcited. Your mind keeps the image of your girl in your head, warding off all horny thoughts involving the milf of a nurse stands in the doorway.
The nurse advances into the room, "You're awake I see," she says, voice soft and syrupy, maternal. Every decibel reeking of care and gentle intentions. "How are we today hmm?" she asks kindly, her sexy features pulling into a smile that lights up the room with her busty appearance and oblivious movements that makes her breasts and ass dance in a parade of sexy flesh that makes it hard not to get a boner.
The image of Akane starts to fade, you quickly try to refocus; However, it's too late, all that fills your head is those dirty step-son videos you watched a while ago. "I I I'm f f fine," you stutter uncertainly, trying your best to tear your eyes away from her lewd body, trying to avoid even the mental form of cheating known as fantasizing.
The nurse smiles, her face brightening as if she knows what she's doing to you and your buddy. "That's good, I'd hate to see such a cute boy like yourself get worse than you already are." She says fondly, voice smothered in maternal instinct with a slight sexual undertone that gives off the energy of a cougar. Her every word dripping with ambiguous intent and an inappropriate amount of sexuality that only adds to the growing fantasy in your mind, forcing you to betray Akane in your mind as your buddy slowly gets bigger and bigger. "Someone's excited," she says teasingly, tone becoming lighter and more playful, "It's okay it happens a lot." She says as she sees your cheeks beginning to heat up, turning your face an embarrassing shade of crimson.
"You're the least creepy patient to pop one this week," she giggles unprofessionally, "anyway, you're vitals are better and you seem to have made a full recovery from the accident so that means you can go home soon." She says, voice still the same bright, slightly teasing tone from earlier. You nod, cupping the impressive tent that you've made with your member, pushing it to the side to keep it from being seen anymore. Your face continues turning a new shade of red under the observation of this nurse you'd never seen before.
Something about the way she acts feels too sexual for a nurse, "wait who are you," you ask quickly, shuffling upright painfully. The nurse smirks and looks at you straight in the eyes, the irises flashing with the familiar light you'd only seen once...from the giantess as she had opened you up. Tsadkiel.
"Don't worry baby my master hasn't sent me to make your real life self feel that pleasure," she smiles. She remains a few feet away, "Lady Tsadkiel sent me to watch over you for a bit," she explains, "to make sure lady Asmodeus doesn't get too carried away." The nurse looks you dead in the eyes, "People call me many names but you shall call me muffins," she announces proudly, "I'm going to be transforming into a cat that you will take care of so that Lady Tsadkiel knows you're safe and free from Asmodeus until next week." The nurse leans over you, closing any distance in a heartbeat, "You will pick me up from a box outside your school, understand?" She says dominantly, eyes still staring soullessly into your eyes.
You manage a fearful and quick nod, "Perfect, I'll be seeing you around Cutie," she says as she leaves; leaving you along with the fact that you didn't dream up being fingered and killed hundreds of times and that you're now being watched closely. Very. Very. Closely.