Change May Come

[Annaliese Ermelinda Greunewald]

Everything seemed like it was a dream. It didnt seem real. The man had come for her. He had knocked on the door, asked for her and her mother. She had given him some papers, a bag of money, without a word. Thats when the two men in black robes standing quitely beside him come and escorted her to the carriege, along with Helmine. Annaliese took a deepth breath. She felt cold, numb, the sound of her pocket watch ticking became louder than usual, as did the steady pace of the horses and the carriage. She had expected all of this. She had expected her mother to send her away to a horrid place, to leave her to rot in some ward. In truth, Annaliese didnt really know if she was crazy or not. It all seemed too real in her episodes. She then wandered into the corner of her mind, which posed a question t her. Why would God do this to me?
She had never been to religious. In fact, it had been a long time since she last had faith, true faith. Her thoughts were distracted my the sudden burst of sobs coming from infront of her. Helmine..
Her trustworthy personal maid. She had treated her for almost three months before this. She should feel sympathy. Greatfulness. Hope. But she was numb, and through her dry throat she managed make a sound. "Warum?" She asked emotionlessly.
The single question echoed in the silence, until Helmine started wailing and sobbing even more. The carriage louched into a full, sudden stop, which made both young women jump. Helmine gazed at Anneliese, and deperately leaned out to hold her hand. What could she say? Nothing would give any of the them confort. Yet somehow, it felt like in those two desperate seconds, when the world seemed to stop, they had said all that needed to be said, through that simple gesture. And then it was over. The door opened and a pair of large moscular hands reached for her. The last thing she saw was Helmine giving her a gentle, longing smile, as theyre hands slipped out of each other.

The man set her on her feet. Her brown, honey tinted waves waving down her shoulders. His face was of a fair complexion, whith a scar above his eye, and he was far to moscular to be a coach man. Annaliese's lips turned up. An executuioner. For some inexplicable reason, she found that amusing. "You will go and nock on that door." he spoke, with a certain harshness, a hint of a Russian accent, as he pointed down the lane.
She looked at the way he pointed towards, and then froze. A massive building crouched over her, in an amnious stance. The structure was bloodcurling. She was stunned, It wasnt till a forceful hand pushed her forward, almost making her trip into a puddle. As Annaliese got her balance back, she heard the horses squeal, and the carriage slowly pulled away. Annalies walked at a normal pace. Adante. She grinned. She finally made her way to the door. She took a big gulp of air and nocked once. Two times. A third time. She held her breathe, as the steps from within approached.

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[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

The great wooden doors opened to a tall and feminine man in his fineries, a ruffled blouse and tight-fitted black trousers with wing-tipped shoes. "Why hello," said Doctor Edward Bramsfield quietly, intrigued by the pretty girl standing before him in all her glory. He knew her to be the new inmate, and so it was his duty to check her in, get her papers signed, and send her off to quarantine for a few days. He extended his hand and cupped her chin with long, bony fingers.

"Aren't you a pretty one?" He said in his tenor voice, a slight Irish accent gracing his tone. He chuckled a low, deep chuckle and stepped back. "Boys, bring her in and up to my office. Only the light restraints, she doesn't seem to be a struggler."

With that, two chasers approached her and got her into a straight jacket and leather collar, tugging the inmate along and up a staircase to the second level where his office resided. He sat behind his desk as they sat her down and he grinned a wide grin, peering at her from behind half-moon glasses. "So. Miss...Annaliese is it?" He said quietly, "Will you be filling out your own papers or are we doing them for you??"

[Annaliese Ermelinda Greunewald]

Annalies felt her heart race as the wooden doors opened, revealing her welcomer. Her heart thuded intensely, the blood racing to her cheecks. She had never been mouch of a blusher, it didnt really show. His long, red hair...his glasses...
He spoke to her, taking her face into his hands. He had been expecting her, a fact that made her frown. Did he really now? She stepped towards him when he called for some type of "restraints". Her heart sank at that. She caught herself. That was the first emotion she had had all day. As she thought that, two men arouse from within the premises. One had a straight jacket, the other a leather collar. She heard her sisters voice in her head, telling he to run.
No, she thought, i deserve this, if this is whats becomes of me, so be it.
She was pulled into the abyss, which suprisingly didnt seem so bad. The other inmates sat quite civilized, having ordinary conversations. Well, ordinary was probably the wrong word for it. They were all commenting on how horrible the meal had been that morning, things that happened in theyre cells at night, how they slept, how the trip the the hydrotherapy had gone...
These people werent crazy. Misled, maybe. Troubled? Most likely. But not crazy. The men brought her into an office, and sat her in a quite comfortable chair. The desk infront of her was made out of probably oak. There were papers and blue prints piled on the sides. Busy man, she mused, grinning at herself. Her host asked her about some papers. She cleared her throat quietly before she spoke. "If its not too much trouble, I think its best if you filled it out for me, sir. If you are agreeable to ask me the information you will need."
Didnt want to risk a suicide attempt.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"Very well then" said Doctor Bramsfield in disdain, shrugging his shoulders. He rummaged through the neat stacks of paper on his desk and eventually withdrew a blank sheet from a drawer beneath it. He began penning her admissions papers with a delicate hand. "I need name, age, marital status..." he listed, waiting impatiently for an answer.

He leaned back in his chair and watched the girl curiously, picking up in the fact that she either found him attractive or fascinating, or perhaps both. He smirked and opened his mouth to make a retort, but thought better of it. He instead bit his lip and nibbled the thin thing absentmindedly.

[Annaliese Ermelinda Greunewald]

He had been kind so far. Other than those horrid restraints, it was all alright. Annalies watched the Docter search in the neat piles within his desk. She stared at his face, trying to decifer his thoughts. She hadnt been interested in anyone since...she smirked. Never. This man seemed to have a somewhat restrained character, which made her wonder. He adressed her , asking for some general information. She spoke very sfotly and carefully. "Annaliese Ermelinda Greunswald, eighteen. Single."

She looked up to see him nibling on his lip absently, staring at her, making her blush slighty. Her grasped her dress, holding it in a her tense fists.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"Ah, ah, someone's nervous" he grinned suddenly, baring his overbitten teeth. He scrawled down what she had said and paused for a moment to glance at her once more. She was a curious thing, to say the least. He chuckled, really in a great mood. But that could changge in a heartbeat. He was very volatile today and had been changing quite a lot in short spans of time.

"Place of previous residence, parents, and finally, sexual orientation?" He said quietly in his practiced voice, but burst into heavy laughter. "Only kidding about the last one. Got your heart rate going didn't I?" He grinned "That was quite a good one, eh?" He said, slapping his knee because he could. He let his laughter die out to a light chuckle, and waited for her response with baited breath.

[Annaliese Ermelinda Greunewald]

She smiled wryly, the tense cloud from before all but gone. He seemed amused by his own shielded thoughts. What could possibbly be going through the mind of this man? She did not know, but for some unexplainable reason, she felt that if she went any further into this man, she would be tangled into something ominous.

He asked her a few more question, which the last caught her off guard. Her face showed clearly blank surprise. She barely had any moments like that. Almost as soon as he'd said that, he was rocking with laughter. She was still a step behind, having a whiplash from the sudden change. He explained in a shaky voice, as if he was keeping more rumbling laughter inside, to which she grinned nervously, still confused, trying to get a grip on thing. "Very amusing, Doctor," she chuckled lightly, "for what you asked before, I lived in near the Woodlands of Bedforshire. My mother's name s Lioslotte and my father's is Louis."
She tilted her head and gave him a whole-hearted smile.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"Very good," he said, still chuckling as he wrote out her information and then folded up the paper. He rose from his desk and moved to put her paperwork away in the appropriate file in a small chest of drawers near his seat. When he was finished, he sat back down and, with another sudden and volatile change, was suddenly brooding and moody. "I don't want you in here." He grumbled.

In another moment, he was giddy again and rather feminine. "Would you like some tea?" He suggested, eyes alight with a bright fire that burned behind his emerald irises and night-black pupils. He rose again from his desk after only just having sat down, and nearly pranced over to where a fire was burning in the hearth near two settees and two armchairs circled around it. He withdrew a pot of boiling water and poured himself a cup. "Seriously. Do you want some?"

[Annaliese Ermelinda Greunewald]

Annaliese watched him intentlyas he went to put away her files. He then sat back down again. His face...it seemed different now. He grumbled that he didnt want her to be here, which her eyes narrowed to. Her heart sank a little to those words, which was completely unexceptable. She didnt know this man. Almost as suddenly as he had change moods, he was off again in his polite, kind manner. Confused as she was, she was beging to understand something quite curious about the Doctor. She had never been the one to judge, and if he had some problem of his own, she'd understand. He was a busy man afterall. He offered her some tea, which made her smile quite gently. Tea. She loved tea. "If its not a bother, I would like some. Your too kind, sir." she said gently.

Her grey eyes stared at him, waiting for either another sudden change or a polite reply. Which ever happened, she would be alright with.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"Tea it is" he said, pouring her a cup and handing the porcelain thing to her with a wry smile. He had intended for. Moment on dumping it down her white shift, but thought better of it and instead just handed it to her. He was feeling very naughty all of a sudden. When he sat at his desk, he sat in a relaxed state with his legs open and his body in a comfy slouch.

He looked around his room and sipped his tea absentmindedly. He really was feeling very mixed today. One thing after another changed dramatically, and it was bothering him to no end.

[Annaliese Ermelinda Greunewald]

Annaliese checked her small clock. Quarter to ten, she frowned. She looked up when he offered her the porcelein cup, which she gladly accepted. She couldve sworn she saw a gleam of naughtiness in his eyes, and then reason flooded in the just as quickly. It reminded her of herself. She smiled and gently said "Thank you."

Annaliese took a sip, and then went into a trance at how warm and soothing it was. It was relaxing. He had chosen her favorite kind, Jamine. It was so sweet, which she licked her lips sotfly to enjoy as much of the flavour.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"By the way, you'll have to erm...undress for me..." he said, teetering with giggles at the little personal joke he'd just made. She'd have to undress and surrender her belongings to him as was the rule here. No girl was to keep her personal items upon admission. "Well go on now. Post haste." He said, waving his hand at her. She was not done with her tea yet and he didn't have a single care in the world.

He stood up and approached a small hamper in the corner, lifting a tattered white shift and striped stockings from it. They were his Amelia's and she wouldn't miss them as she had a newer set he'd gifted her. "You'll put these on and give me everything you've got on. No use trying to hide anything, I'm going to watch you undress."

[Annaliese Ermelinda Greunewald]

Annaliese stared at him blankly. Undress? She grew tense at the thought. Then he showed her some pain white garment. She was supposed to wear that? Annaliese remembered that her pride wasn't important, and he was a Doctor. He had seen a woman's body before. He was much older as well. There were so many things to consider, but she knew he wasnt in the mood for waiting her tofigure things out thoroughly the way she did. She slowly began to unbotton her dress, keeping her eyes low. As long as he didnt touch her she would be fine. She then pulled it off, uncovering her undergarments and her corset. She knew from living with these all her life, it was impossible to undo a corset yourself. "If it's not a bother Doctor, would you do me a great favor and undo my corset for me?" She closed her eyes, her cheecks flaming red.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"Fine, fine." He shrugged and stepped forward to undo her corset. He'd seen Gypsin do it himself, so he wondered why the girl needed assistance. It was lacing she should have been worried about. Still, he unlaced it for her and practically tore the thing off of her with carelessness. "There we go. Now. The rest of your stuff off." He comanded strongly. He was indeed a doctor and didn't mind seeing naked bodies.

She wasn't in any danger of his approach. He instead turned himself away politely to allow her to change. He instructed her to placr her clothes in a pile on the chair she was once perched on, and waited patiently for her to be finished.

[Annaliese Ermelinda Greunewald]

Annaliese felt his warm, manly hands unlace her corset..she had nothing on after this. She closed her eyes and waited. She jumped as he tore is off, and reacted naturaly, her arms folding agasint her chest. She was absoloutely naked now, whihc made her a bit self-concious. She didnt mind it that much though, He was a Doctor. As the Doctor turned around, Annaliese gathered up her blue silk dress and palced it on the chair. Following instructions in a quiet manner had been one of the many things her mother had taught her. German husbands liked obediant, non-bickering wives. She took a deep breath before turning around, feeling the blush on her cheecks. She stook there for a momnet, undressed, her pale cheecks a rosy colour, her brown with honey tint waves falling against her fushed skin. She wasnt self concious of her body. She wasnt vain, although she was awake of her hour-glass figure, her plump bossom. Then she spoke as calmly as she could. "Im ready."