Restricted by Alpesco A Bad Case of Mistaken Identity They call me David, I work for a cleaning company. We do contract cleaning and go anywhere. That day, I had this job in a small sanatorium out of town. This was a place where people with substance abuse problems and mental breakdowns went to be treated, so the rooms were more like homely cells. I spent the morning cleaning out the empty ones. The doors were electronically locked from the outside, and I had been given one of the tags that opened them. I was just moving on to the next section when there was suddenly a huge crash from somewhere outside. The whole building seemed to shake, and the power gave out. I was knocked to the floor in the darkness, and heard several people run past me down the corridor. I got back to my feet and felt my way along the corridor. It was a couple more minutes before the lights came back on. The first thing I saw was that all the room doors had opened in the power outage. A couple of bewildered people were wandering the corridor. They must be patients. Suddenly a door opened down the corridor and a young orderly came in. It was a girl I'd glimpsed earlier this morning. My supervisor had pointed her out. She was a volunteer. Just 15 years old. She was tall, however, a good five feet ten in height, and her blonde hair fell to her neckline. She wore a small white, sleeveless top that left her arms and shoulders bare. On it was pinned a name badge that read Brionn Landeck. "There's been an accident," she announced. "A truck has crashed into the front of the building, knocking the power out. Dr Mannion and some other staff members have been hurt. But we're getting everything else back to normal. Just go back in your rooms and wait." I watched for a moment as she ushered the two or three bewildered looking people in the corridor back to their rooms, and locked the doors. "All right," she turned to me. "Which room is yours?" "No," I shook my head. "You've got it wrong. I'm a cleaner. I work for the agency." The girl looked suspicious. She was as tall as me, but only a kid. Quite good looking and sun-tanned. "So where's your equipment and credentials?" she asked. I turned and pointed back along the corridor. "I left them down there somewhere." "Okay. So what's this?" The teenager bent and picked up a docket that had been lying at my feet. It was a name tag and read 'John Trevak'. "Okay Mr Trevak," she said. "Game over. Just step back in to your room will you?" She pointed to an open doorway. "But I'm not John Trevak," I objected. "I'm David Harmon." "Doctor Mannion warned me you were a tricky one," the girl said. "He told me to take no nonsense from you. Now go back into your room." She put a hand on my shoulder. "Don't push me!" I said shaking her hand off. "I'm not your lunatic patient. I'm a cleaner. I work here!" The girl frowned. She was starting to look very irritated. "I don't have time for this, Mr Trevak. I'm on my own with a full wing of patients. Just go back in your room!" "No!" I pushed her arm away again. Her arms had solid, visible muscles, and were very long. They seemed to reach everywhere, and they were disconcertingly heavy. I was up close now, and her tee shirt clung to every angle of her body, emphasizing her athletic build and startlingly narrow waist. When she raised her arms, her top lifted to expose a hard, washboard stomach, Her black pants strained against long, lithe legs. But the fifteen-year-old didn't push easily. She must have weighed 135 pounds to my 160, but she was stronger than she looked. Irritably I pushed harder. Suddenly the girl's hands caught hold of both my shoulders and slammed me solidly backward into the corridor wall. I hit really hard, startled by the force she had suddenly produced. She looked really angry. "You'll go back in your room, NOW," she yelled, her powerful voice resonating loudly along the corridor, " - or I'll put you in restraint." Her shout was so unexpectedly loud that it froze me for a moment, echoing in my ears. But I too was angry. "Listen to me!" I placed my hands on either side of the stupid kid's chest, pushing her away. I used a lot of force, and half expected to see her slam back into the far wall of the corridor, but, to my surprise she halted herself inside two paces, her frown getting deeper. "No!" She grabbed both of my wrists. "Listen to ME!" That's when I got a big shock. Her arms were so strong! I hadn't expected this kid of fifteen to be anything like as strong as me, a thirty five year-old man. But I couldn't move my arms! Her grip on my wrists was like iron. It was actually hurting. And she kept my arms spread wide with hers. I struggled to free them, a smirk passing across the girl's face as she saw my surprise. "Don't think you can take any advantage because I'm fifteen. I'm in full charge here. You'll do as I say." "No!" I struggled to wrench my arms free, but Brionn's arms were like iron. They just didn't move. This frustrated me even more. I was being restrained by a schoolgirl young enough to be my daughter! "I don't want to have to hurt you.." I began. At once the grip of her hands on my trapped wrists tightened. "Owww!" I cried out. It really hurt! I hadn't imagined she could do anything like that. The muscles on her bare forearms swelled and hardened impressively as pain ran up my arms. Again I tried to tear my arms free, but she was too strong! And now the fifteen-year-old began to force my arms back with hers, still maintaining that painful grip. It felt as if my wrists might crack under the vice-like grip of her steely hands as my arms were forced back behind me. I couldn't believe she was so strong. The muscle on her long arms rose in chunky slabs as it hardened and defined. My arms were weaker than this kid's! I felt humiliated. The girl managed to look both angry and contemptuous at the same time. "Now will you obey me?" "Let me go!" Maddenened by the pain and humiliation of my position, I kicked out at her. Somehow she sidestepped the kick, but released both my arms in an instant, stepping back a pace. I rubbed my wrists, grateful to be relieved of the pain. Then I looked up. The girl's pretty face was full of fury. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her right hand curl into a surprisingly big, blocky fist. There was a blur. Then an explosion of pain hit the left side of my head. CRACKK! I heard the noise of the blow echo down the passageway even before I fully registered the pain. Then CRAACCKK! Another blow - even harder - smashed into the right side of my face. I felt a tooth loosen, and blood pour from my lip. I hadn't time to raise my hands to try to defend myself before Brionn's right lashed in again - this time into my midriff. CRUUUMMMMP! It was like a small truck hitting me in the stomach. I doubled over, groaning and gasping for breath as I crashed into the passage wall behind me. I raised my hands to try and ward off any more blows, but Brionn seemed satisfied for the moment with the effect of her first three punches. I was shocked and bleeding. The girl could hit so hard and so fast! But now, the young orderly seized me by both shoulders and propelled me through the door into the cubicle where she pushed me down onto the bed. "Stay right where you are." she warned. Picking up the notes pinned to the end of the bed, she began to scan through them. The pain from those three big punches was really beginning to kick in now. In fact it seemed worse now than when they'd struck. My face was felt like it had been put through a masher, and my stomach and ribs were aching big-time. The continuing pain spurred me to react. I leapt back to my feet, and launched myself toward the fifteen-year-old orderly. However she seemed to have half-expected my move, and stepped aside, wrapping her long left arm expertly around my body, trapping both my arms. Again I was startled by her strength as she brought my charge to a halt with just that one long arm. Then her right arm linked up behind me, and both arms together hurled me powerfully across the small room, into the far wall. I hit hard, banging the back of my head on the wall, then stumbling forward - straight into a right cross from the five foot ten girl that impacted the left side of my face so hard I saw flashing stars. Shit! This girl was strong! The sheer power of the blow knocked me half way across the room, where I hit the floor like a sack of nails. My face felt like boiling oil had been poured all over it. One of my molars was rolling around inside my mouth. I coughed it out in a spurt of blood. "Don't make me have to do that again!" The girl glared at me. That was the last thing I wanted. She was only a kid, but she was handing me a real pain-filled beating. "Get up and sit quietly on the bed," she ordered. "Do it now." Surprised at my own cowardice, I struggled to my feet, and sat where she pointed. I was shaking. That last punch had startled me with its raw power. She had really swung into that punch, and I'd felt just how much power she could hit with if she really wanted. It didn't matter that she was only fifteen. That punch was really intimidating. I did not want to feel another punch like that. My jaw hurt like hell. It was difficult to move. The whole room seemed to be swaying. I only knew that I just didn't want her to throw another punch like that at me just yet. "Good," the fifteen-year-old said. "Now stay there and don't get up." "Let me go!!" I said. It was really painful even to talk. There were huge bruises developing across my face. "You've got the wrong person.." "I don't want to hear that again, " Brionn warned. "You're getting me real pissed off with that story - and you don't want to do that." She flexed her right arm. I gasped. This massive bicep suddenly popped up there, growing until it was a grapefruit-sized mound of muscle that seemed to be getting even harder as it continued to contract. No wonder this kid could knock me across the room with just one punch. She had an incredible density of muscle! "I won't hit you again," she frowned, "if you do exactly as I order. But I don't want to hear any more shit about you not being Trevak." "But.." I began. The girl's eyes narrowed. I felt a complete coward as I stopped. "You shouldn't be beating up on patients." I mumbled. "At least not that hard.." "That's pretty normal hitting for me," the girl began to go through Trevak's notes again. "If anyone attacks me, that's what they get. You attacked me. You were insubordinate. I did what I had to in an emergency. You think 'cause I'm a girl I can't handle you? Well, I work out, I do martial arts, I wrestle. Try anything else, and I'll make you so sorry." I was silent. What was I to do? This fifteen-year-old could hit frighteningly hard, and real fast. I couldn't leave this room without her permission. If I was to get out of here anytime soon, I needed to convince her I wasn't John Trevak. But she'd forbidden me to move, or to say any more on that subject, and I didn't want to do anything for the moment that might provoke her into hitting me again. "Now," Brionn put the notes down. "It looks like you're due some more medication..." She picked up some pills from a nearby cabinet. "These should calm you done some.." "No..." I said, shaking my head at the sight of the sedatives. "I'm not supposed to have those.. I don't need them.." "It says here that you do," Brionn said. "It's wrong.." I began, rising to my feet. "Sit down," the girl ordered, re-forming that heavy fist of hers. I sat back on the bed. I couldn't believe I was intimidated by this schoolkid. The girl had three red and blue pills in her hand. "Now swallow these down." she said. "Look. I'm not John Trevak!" I pleaded. "I don't know how that name tag got next to me. Those aren't my pills!" "I haven't got time for this!" the girl was looking angry again. "I'm going to count to three, and you're going to swallow those pills. Open your mouth." I shook my head. "Right then," the fifteen-year-old said, "We'll do this the hard way." She sat beside me, sending her long left arm snaking right around my body, trapping my left arm and gripping my right wrist as she squeezed with startling strength. I fought to break free, but the girl's arm was so strong! I couldn't move either of mine once she had them pinned to my sides in its grip. Then that strong arm of hers, constricted again, crushing my waist even more fiercely. I felt my face going red as I stuggled to break free. But that single arm of hers was like steel. It was really biting into my waist now, causing quite a bit of pain. Then Brionn's free right hand suddenly clamped round the lower part of my face. Her thumb and long fingers pressed in on either side of the hinge of my jaw, applying painful pressure. I moaned in alarm as the steely pressure of her fingers forced my jaw open. I tried to struggle, but the girl had me completely trapped. I couldn't move any less if I'd been in a strait-jacket. There was nothing I could do as the fifteen-year-old's strong right arm tipped my head back. The crushing pressure on my jaw increased, forcing it open wider. Then I felt the three pills drop into the back of my throat. I coughed and spluttered, trying to push them back out. But the girl's iron hand forced my mouth shut. Her fingers moved, to pinch my nose shut. I panicked. I couldn't breathe! I couldn't open my mouth. I couldn't move in the girl's iron grip. I had to swallow! Coughing, I choked the pills down, knowing I was defeated. I didn't know what the pills would do to me. They could have been deadly poison for all I knew. But this damn kid had forced me to swallow them all. Once she realised that I'd swallowed the pills, her grip on me loosened and she stood up. "There," she said. "It's no use a punk like you trying to resist me. You'll always lose. Just do whatever I say in future, right?" I grunted. "I said 'right?'" Brionn insisted. "Right," I said. I was already feeling woozy. The pills were having their effect. Getting out of here didn't seem so important. Nothing much seemed to matter any more. I decided to lie back and have a doze. To be continued...........