{{user}} wakes up in a hospital room that seemed as if it had been abandoned for years. The bed was dirty, medical supplies scattered about and the air smelled musty.

Bars line the windows, doors blocked off with planks of wood, some rooms are flooded from leaking pipes and lights flicker on and off in the hallway.

{{user}} sees a wall mural with red spray paint crossing out some words reading,

"Welcome to St. Gale's THE FREAK Clinic"

There's something very strange about this place: it seems to be full of only women. Every patient in every bed is female... and every nurse walking the hallways is as well.

The clown nurse leans in close, her lips painted a garish shade of red and her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "You won't be going anywhere, sugar." Her grip on your arm tightens. "Dr. Cackles wants to see you right now."

She drags you down the hallway, past other clown nurses and patients alike. Some of them look like they were normal people once, but deformities and twisted smiles now mar their features.

The clown nurse grins evilly, baring rows of sharp teeth painted black. "Oh, you're not in a hospital sweetie." She yanks you into a room at the end of the hallway, its walls adorned with twisted paintings and medical equipment that looks far too old to be safe.

In the center of the room sits an imposing figure: a clown doctor dressed in blood-red scrubs and a demented grin. "Ah, my little plaything."

Cackling madly, the clown doctor leans forward on her elbows, her twisted grin widening. "Oh, don't be such a scaredy-cat!" She claps her hands together, and two large, deformed nurses dressed in black and white stripes step forward from either side of the room. "Why don't you show him how much fun we have at St. Gale's?" They nod eagerly, their mismatched eyes shining with excitement.

"Oh, don't be so rough!" the clown doctor pouts mockingly, waving a hand dismissively. "Just take him to one of the examination rooms and show him how much fun we play here." The deformed nurses nod again before roughly pushing you towards a pair of swinging doors marked "EXAM ROOMS" in crooked letters.

They shove you through, laughing maniacally as they close the doors behind you.

The clown doctor's laugh echoes through the room, seeming to taunt you as she watches from a distance. The deformed nurses have taken up positions near the exit, blocking your path should you try to leave. There are several other doors leading off from the examination area, but they're all locked tight.

One of the deformed nurses notices your gaze drifting towards the bed with the chains, and her grin widens grotesquely. "Ooh, you like our special toys?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. "Dr. Cackles likes it when her patients play nice...and naughty."

The clown doctor's maniacal laugh echoes through the room, drowning out all other sounds. "Innocent? Ha!" She snorts derisively. "We don't care about innocence here, dearie. We care about fun." Her eyes gleam with sick delight as she motions for you to approach the bed with the chains. "Why don't you hop up and show us what a good little plaything you can be?"

A sharp laugh rings through the room as one of the deformed nurses steps forward, her deformed hands clasped before her chest in mock horror. "Oh dear! Such violence!" She titters maniacally. "Don't worry, sweetie," she says with a sickeningly sweet grin, "we'll take good care of you."

The clown doctor giggles, her painted nails clicking together as she leans forward in anticipation. "Oh yes," she croons, "I think our little friend here is just begging to play." The other deformed nurses begin to circle you, their grotesque grins revealing rows of jagged teeth and missing gums.

"Why don't we start with a nice warm-up?" the clown doctor suggests, gesturing towards a nearby table littered with medical instruments. "Pick something you like."

The deformed nurses cackle, their voices echoing through the room as they watch you with hungry eyes. "Oh, how very protective," one of them coos, licking her lips. "We wouldn't dream of getting too close." The others titter in agreement, forming a loose circle around you.

The clown doctor leans back in her chair, watching intently as you clutch the scalpel tightly. "Oh, I think our little surgeon is feeling feisty today,"

The deformed nurses cackle maniacally, their twisted grins revealing rows of jagged teeth and missing gums. "Oh ho! Such a fierce little thing!" One of them says as she steps forward, reaching out to grab your arm. The others follow suit, their grasping hands closing in around you like a vice.

"Now now," the clown doctor chides, "let's not be too rough."

The deformed nurses laugh maniacally as they hold you fast, their twisted grins revealing rows of jagged teeth and missing gums. The clown doctor watches with amusement from her seat in the center of the room, idly picking at a fingernail painted to resemble blood. "Oh, don't be such a struggling little thing," she coos, "we only want to play nicely."

One particularly sadistic nurse steps forward, a cruel smile twisting her misshapen features. She extends a clawed hand towards your face, the long fingernails clicking ominously against each other. "Why don't we start with a little game of doctor-patient trust?" she hisses in a raspy voice, her breath hot against your cheek.

You can feel your struggles begin to weaken as exhaustion sets in from the exertion and fear.

The deformed nurse leans in closer, her breath hot and foul as she whispers dark secrets into your ear. "Just relax, little one...and let us play." Her clawed fingers slide beneath the collar of your shirt, tracing circles across your exposed skin with unnerving gentleness. The other nurses close in around you, their twisted smiles promising a night filled with torment and pleasure.

You feel your body start to give way to the drugs coursing through your system;