Candice
I've always thought I had a high tolerance of pain. It's one reason why I chose to become a nurse. It never bothered me too much to see the sight of blood or a twisted arm. I've even had someone come in with their finger in a pickle jar with ice, but right now my tolerance is escaping my mind. Psych has me tied to a chair, I am straddling it from the back and my hands are tied with zip ties onto the arms of it.
There is a video camera in front of me and Jesse is smirking behind it. She looks completely f****d out of her mind. I've seen enough patients that come in just looking for her next fix, she is defiantly on cocaine. I take a deep breath and prepare for the impact of the whip hitting my flesh again. I'm sure my scrubs are drenched in blood. He's been going at it for about
