Harriet was a good girl. She was intelligent, willing to find out and with a secure sense of justice. But that was the job and that was the ground for a very discreet group meeting in the Director's Suite after time of day one dark night.

Present were the Managing Director, The Chief controller and the society medico. The MD said that surely an eighteen-year-old salesclerk could not sustain found out anything too serious in the company Good Book. All they had to do was accuse her of theft and poke her.

But the accountant said that this solution simply would not work.

"We few know that the sole intention of this fellowship is to be a front for the Cambodian operation and that all the sensitive body of work goes through just one account amongst the thousand on our leger but this girl is clever. She picked up that the limited business relationship was exempt from all the usual substantiation and she spent three lunchtimes going through the transactions. This girlfriend knows everything purely because she is clever enough to birth worked it out. We can sack her but she will then be out in the world and spare to speak to anyone she chooses."

The Doctor looked decidedly worried.

"You are not suggesting that we .."He drew his hand across his throat.

The accountant was probably the most intelligent man in the room as well as the most unprincipled.

"For the interest in play, we could do that, unless you would prefer 30 old age in poky. But the problem is that we would then have a violent death to hatch up and that could end up having the Saami effect. With most people we could buy her off but our Harriet is honest and I know she wouldn't take a bribe, not even a big one. So, we have to get her off our bridge player in such a way that it won't topic if she talks because nobody will trust her."

Two duad of eyes swung around to await at the Doctor.

"well yes. I see. I have full access to her medical records and I could be creative. We have the Company Private Clinic and their medical exam Director would be no problem especially if he saw her amended medical single file. I believe she lives alone and her parents are way up in Glasgow so they would have no intellect to disbelieve our records."

And that was pretty a great deal the end of the meeting. Harriet's life-time was about to take a John Roy Major play for the worst.

The come day was a convention workings day until the fire alarum sounded and the building was evacuated. tidings soon spread that it was not a drill as the smell of Mary Jane filled the ground floor. While the staff milled around in the car ballpark, it was discovered that the small, operate room where secret thriftlessness was stored awaiting collection was ablaze. All those bagful of composition were burning furiously but the elbow room had no windows so Security officer were able to place upright in the doorway with ardor hoses and spray the entirely room. The outcome was a denudate room with blackened bulwark and an ash covered floor ensuring that there would be no need for a thriftlessness accumulation this week.

The staff were allowed back to workplace with almost no-one having any idea of how the fire had started. Harriet was at her desk in the Finance Office when a Security Officer came in to see her upstairs. The frightened girl had no theme what was going on when she was taken into the office of the Managing Director and accused of setting the fervidness. Her mouth fell open in disbelief but her pleas of purity were brushed aside. It was explained to her that, for fire-raising against the caller she could be sacked and reported to the police but the company cared for its faculty and she was to be taken to the party clinic for her own good.

Harriet protested loudly and the two large men in white coat stood up from where they had been seated at the other end of the room. It seemed that her choice were either to go quietly or be restrained and led out struggling for the entirely function to see. It was still very humiliating to be led out of the office by two Security faculty and not even allowed to discharge her desk or her locker or even amass her coat. The two safeguard sat silently in the dorsum of the van with her for the drive to the clinic which was a sign of the zodiac in its own grounds behind very luxuriously walls.

She was escorted to what could only be described as a padded cell and the door made a very final sounding clank as her escorts slammed it shut behind her. Now that she was alone and locked in, she could only sit on the bed, which was on a ledge protruding from the bulwark, while panic, helplessness and reverence began to overpower her. The small Shirley Temple hemisphere set into the ceiling which could only be a television camera did nothing to wee her flavor better.

Meanwhile, in his government agency, the director of the clinic was reading her checkup criminal record on the company database.

"Repeated psychotic person incidents probably brought on by drug use in the past six calendar month. Multiple incidents of self-harm and vehemence towards others. Frequent delusion which the patient believes to be real coupled to extreme paranoia culminating in an arson attack at caller premises."

It was clear that this patient was going to require very careful treatment probably lasting several months. Most employers would simply terminate usage on medical grounds but the troupe was known for its caring approach path to all its faculty. The clinic conductor would later be informed that Security staff had visited the affected role's home and found illegal drugs as well as secret Company files which should never have been removed from the office.

Harriet was still wearing her watch along with her oeuvre dress and her usual small sum of very discreet jewellery so she knew that she was alone for almost an hour before the nightmare moved up to a whole new horizontal surface. A blushing man in a white coat entered the room without knocking and he was accompanied by a tumid male orderly in pale blue scrubs.

The manager explained that she was being detained under the Mental Health Act for her own safety and that it was necessary for her to change into hospital clothing to ensure that she had null with which she could harm herself. Now that she at last has soul senior to whom she could speak, Harriet stood and began to evidence all she knew about the financial misdealing which she had discovered. The director gave a shout and a indorsement orderly rushed in from just outside the room access. The two orderly were very well practiced and, taking an arm each, they pulled Harriet backwards and off her feet before dragging her out of the room and down a corridor. The untested adult female screamed and did all she could to resist but it was futile. They came to another padded room which was little more than a cupboard ; it was dominated by an surly alloy throne which was festooned with leather straps.

The two men stood with Harriet between them and took go with one holding her still and the former unfastening and removing her clothing. They twisted her around and passed her between them as if she were a doll and in about two minutes, she was completely naked. They took her sentry, jewelry and even her hairclips and then they forced her down into the terrifying chair and began fastening the strap around her brow, thigh, waistline, articulatio talocruralis, articulatio radiocarpea and speed weaponry. She found herself barely capable to move at all and forced to sit staring square ahead with her ramification wide apart and her pert breasts displayed between the shoulder strap which ran around her body above and below them. The men left her and slammed the door shut.

It must suffer been around 5 or 6pm when she was placed in the chairperson and no-one entered the room until around 8 the next break of the day. The chair in which Harriet was restrained had a toilet seat instead of an ordinary seat and she relieved herself where she sat as muscle spasm in her muscles caused her to cry out in pain during the foresightful nighttime. The electric Inner Light remained on all the metre and, above her, was the black dome housing the camera which allowed some spiritual world person to watch her solitary hurt constantly.

By the clock time that they came to liberate her, Harriet was unable to remain firm and her idea was lost in a sleep deprived fog. Back in her way she was given a plastic tray containing a beaker of fruit juice and a slab of staff of life. After her meal, taken alone, they gave her the initiatory of her invariable stream of lozenge. It was always the Saame routine ; if she failed to open her sass a hand was pressed beneath her nose so that her sass opened of its own conformity and the oral contraceptive pill would be placed inside. If she did not swallow, a vast hand clasped her throat until she almost passed out ; then when she at net sucked in a lungful of air, the contraceptive pill went down her throat. That was when fingers would intrude on her mouth to control that the oral contraceptive pill was not somehow being held within.

After her time in the dreaded chair, Harriet was given a baggy, cotton plant gown which went over her head and reached to just above her knees. It was Edward D. White. There were veritable Roger Sessions with various mass in tweed coats who would try to heal her of her delusions about the Company and it was emphasized that she needed to forget these fantasies behind if she were ever to be cured. After day upon day of taking whatever cocktail of anovulatory drug they were forcing into her, she found that her memory board was becoming undependable. Sometimes she struggled to remember how she had first discovered what the Company was doing. Some detail were getting away from her such as names of bank used to launder funds.

But her"progress"was too slow for her tormentors. One day her two orderlies dragged her to a different way which had an examen table as one would detect in a physician's operation. They did not ask her to lay on the table - they did not even speak - but her gown was stripped from her and she was strapped down to the mesa. Then a ignominious, framework hood was placed over her mind putting her into sum up darkness.

Breathing within the hoodlum was restricted enough but, suddenly, water was poured onto her fount and she was sucking in more water than atomic number 8. Her panic at being drowned went off the scale. No-one knew that she was here ; they could kill her and bury her torso in the grounds. She was hyperventilating which meant that her atomic number 8 intake decreased even more as her mouth and nose filled with water and she felt herself falling down into that deep darkness.

When she recovered, the hood had been removed and she was staring up at the ceiling with one of her teaser still holding the water jug. The man in the white coat was standing over her and he said that she must rid herself of all her paranoiac fantasies about the companionship. Unable to speak, she shook her head and the hood came down immediately followed by more water. She lost cut of how many mock drownings she endured but, after yet another blacking out, she awoke on the story of her cubicle dressed in her gown but with her pilus still soaking.

The oral contraceptive pill and"therapy"academic session continued and, each clip that Harriet shouted at them or refused to co-operate in her therapy, she would spend another long dark in that terrible chair. She was indisputable that she went for days without food for thought but time, like realness, was becoming a very smooth thing.

The mind games continued. One morning, Harriet and the director went for a lenify stroll in the priming with two orderlies just behind them. There were no questions, simply general comment about the bush and the birdsong. As they walked beside the lake the director, jokingly, warned her to watch her step.

"The lake is deep. If someone went in there they may never be found."

It was all very gay but the threat was very clear. Off to one side of meat of the lake stood a mini digger, one of those machines just large enough for one man to sit in the cab. The shovel was simply parked but it had obviously been digging a narrow trench about ten understructure deep ; the soil from the mess was piled to one incline. The theater director explained that, whenever piece of work was done in the garden, expectant care was taken to keep up the unspoiled look.

"We backfill the soil, the locoweed grows again and you would never know there had been a muddle there."

All the veiled threats were to come into sharp focusing that good afternoon when two orderlies came to her cell and dragged her out and down the corridor to the room with the testing mesa. As they entered the way, Harriet froze in horror. A rope noose hung in the middle of the room suspended from a winch set just below the cap. The winch had been wind up downwards so the noose was some five ft above the floor.

Rough, uncaring helping hand stripped her gown from her and her carpus were tied tightly behind her. She fought as punishing as she could but it was pointless. With her custody bound, they could easily run her to the noose and slip it over her head before pulling the mile tight around her throat.

While she was in this helpless locating, one of the men knelt and bound her ankles and then the 2d man moved to the lowly control condition box on the bulwark and pressed a red release. There was a dampen electric hum and she felt pressure addition around her throat and then a definite upwardly pull.

For a minute the powers of solemnity and electricity were in counterbalance and then her animal foot began to lose purchase on the base. In another second the floor fell away and her struggle were causing her eubstance to twist and spin in the air as she rose still higher.

In traditional judicial"long free fall"hanging the victim falls through a trapdoor and the force of that breaks the spinal cord causing exigent expiry but where there is no fall it can take several arcminute for full throttling to occur. The self-preservation instinct was causing Harriet to gulp in what little air she could hug through her constricted throat but each breathing time was more painful and less effective than the one before and she knew that she was losing the battle.

Suddenly, she felt her toes and then her heels touch the level and she could breathe filling her brain and dead body with atomic number 8 and odorous substitute but then the winch worked again and the floor once more give up her. They were playing with her. At one compass point her human foot were about five understructure above the floor and she could look down at the two men who were watching the spectacle and showing every signaling of enjoying themselves.

She must experience passed out from loss of air because when she regained cognizance, Harriet was lying naked on the base with hands still bound but relinquish of the noose. One of the men was untying her ankles. Harriet expected to be dragged back to her cell but they had other plans.

Once her ankle joint were free, her legs were forced wide apart and greedy hand found her most intimate parts. Harriet was a Virgin and, apart from a medico, no man had even seen her nude before she came into the clinic.

There was no pretense at medical checkup procedure or even formal penalization. These men knew that they had unadulterated exemption to do whatever they wished to do to her and there would be no reprisal against them. Harriet was officially a madwoman and whatever she said would be dismissed as a delusion.

Her attackers shed their pant and freed their disgusting and bloated sexual organs. Her virginity was brutally and painfully taken from her as the second man rammed his Hammond organ down her throat causing her to yet again veneration being choked to death. The weight of the man was rendering her immobile as her trunk was forced down against the floor and he bounced and moved above and within her. They changed piazza several multiplication and her body became a mass of painful sensation covered in bodily fluids, both theirs and her own. The unit room stank of sex.

For some of the time she was on her belly with her bottom raised skywards for her vagina to be penetrated from rump and then it was not just her vagina which was under onset. Her anus was so belittled that she did not consider that it could suit them without her delicate flesh being charge widely opened and damaged far beyond retrieval. She wished that she could lose consciousness but, for some intellect, that did not pass off. The sinless girl was forced to experience and remember every thrusting, every new assault and every indignity, humiliation and torment.

When the men's lusts were finally sated, they left her on her back on the floor while they washed themselves and then they gave her a fairly perfunctory wash down with cold water and paper towels. They presumably did this to remove the pip of the evidence rather than out of any consideration for her welfare.

By this power point Harriet had lost all gumption of time or chronology of issue. There were more pills, more time in"the chair"and Thomas More therapy sessions. But eventually she was returned to the wild. Someone from Security visited her and showed her photo taken inside her own flat of drugs and drug paraphernalia which bore no day of the month. It was made crystalize that, at any meter, this grounds could be shown to the police as newly discovered and with her"mental illness"still on Indian file, she would probably be committed to a secure hospital.

The Company wanted to retain her within their control where they could keep a watch on her so she was given a very junior job in the mail room. After the event of all the drugs from the clinic she was unlikely to ever have any more senior office and, strangely, she came to like wheeling her ring armour trolley around the building. People knew that she was"a bit simple"and they treated her well and the post room in the basement was warm and away from the hustle and ado of the upper berth level. She hoped one day to become a senior situation clerk .