Alytra took her time walking to her room, moving as slowly as possible. She was full of absolute dread, knowing what was about to happen. It was unavoidable, and she knew that this was all her fault. If only she hadn't attempted to escape the facility yet again, then she wouldn't have to deal with it. But she knew that, like the last times, Jason would carry out the threats that he had made to her fully. When she got to the door, she fumbled with the handle, finally managing to open it with shaky palms. As she shut the door to her room behind her, she turned towards the bed and shuddered. Jason was here already.

There he sat, perusing a book that had been laying around, one of the only pass-times that Alytra could find in this place once she was sentenced to nightly solitude - Or, what was supposed to be alone time - at lights-out. He finished the section he was on, shoved a bookmark into it nonchalantly to hold his place (as if he'd be coming back here often, that pig), and set it down, then turning his full attention towards her. "Ahhh, Alytra. How happy I am that you decided you wanted another visit from me." He smirked at her, looked into her eyes, and winked. "Now. This is going to be extremely satisfying... For me. So just do as you're told, for once in your life, please, you fucking bitch." 

With that, he pulled her towards his own body, until she was standing between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. He reached up and began to kiss her; first her jaw, then her neck, then her chest, and so on. Alytra squirmed under the heat of his lips, but she knew better than to try and fight him or run or call for help. First, no one would hear her if she did. Everyone in the facility, besides a few specific officials, were supposed to be in their personal rooms or offices right now, and would remain there until morning time. Second, if Alytra even tried to run, fast as she was, she would never outrun Jason. And lastly, she wasn't strong enough to fight... And she knew that she would pay worse if she did. Alytra had a few secrets of her own, things that Jason knew about and that no one else could. And so, Alytra stood there and took her punishment.

Jason moved his hands, running them up and down her body, all over her, and although she felt physically sick, he felt nothing but pure ecstasy. He was enjoying every bit of this. As the hospital clothing came off, he admired her body and was thoroughly pleased. And just like that, Alytra was once again conditioned to believe that her trying to escape Remmington's was a very, very bad idea... 

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In the morning, Alytra awoke, alone, in her bed. She wished that it had been to the sounds of birds chirping or the rays of sunlight through the windows. But it wasn't that, not at all. It was another dreary morning in Remmington's, and this life felt more like a nightmare than her dreams did. She wished that her dreams were her reality, that what happened last night wasn't real... But it was. Alytra felt sick again. She lay in bed for a while, and then stood, shakily, and reached over to grab the pills that lay beside her. Someone had been in here, and it was possible that it was Jason who had set them here, but it was probably a doctor. She swallowed them, one by one, and wondered how late she had slept in. Sighing, she walked over to the door and opened it, stepping out into the white hallway and preparing to face a new day.