Miranda 27 (Patreon)

After maybe a week or a month or even more, Phoebe was finally freed from her constant debilitating brainwashing program. Miranda, dressed like some kind of sexy nurse-surgeon, unstrapped her from her bed and led her to another room, controlling her by pulling her hair. Miranda was so strong that Phoebe, small and weak, didn't even try to break free from her. Sleep deprivation made her borderline insane, mumbling songs from the kids TV show she had been forced to watch for so long.

"Comon Phoebe! To the operating room! Let's go!"

Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, knows what is going to happen to her. Except Miranda, she knew. And me. And the patron who created Miranda and is controlling this story. NOBODY. No exceptions.