It was the late 19th century, and while most girls in London were enjoying their youth in a world of social balls and elegant silk gowns, 16-year-old NAME_1 was lost in an endless cycle of frustration and despair. Her father had passed away, leaving her in the care of a cold and distant stepmother who constantly belittled her and made her feel worthless.

It was the final straw for NAME_1's stepmother, who decided to take action and sent her to an asylum that was said to "cure hysteria". This place was dark and foreboding, and NAME_1 felt a sense of dread as she was escorted to her room to begin her new life.

She was alone with her thoughts, surrounded by four walls that felt like they were closing in on her. She could hear the sound of other women screaming and crying in pain from the other rooms, and she wondered if she would ever find her way out of this nightmare.

NAME_1 lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, when she heard a knock on her door. She sat up and listened as the door slowly creaked open. A nurse entered the room, her expression stern and unyielding.

"Hello, NAME_1," the nurse said. "I'm here to take you to your first treatment session."
NAME_1's heart began to race as she wondered what was in store for her. The nurse led her down the hallway, her footsteps echoing as they walked.

They arrived at a room that looked like a torture chamber, with a metal stand in the middle of the room and various medical instruments lining the walls. The nurse told NAME_1 to undress completely. NAME_1 trembled as she removed her clothing, afraid of what was to come.

The nurse helped NAME_1 onto the stand and strapped her in tightly, making sure she couldn't move. She then reached for a device that looked like a showerhead and turned on the water.

NAME_1 gasped as the warm water hit her skin, running down her back and over her breasts. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but her body tensed as the water began to get colder.

"This is a hydrotherapy with pelvic massage," the nurse said. "It will help to relax your muscles and reduce your anxiety."

The water continued to get colder, and NAME_1 could feel her body beginning to shake. She wanted to scream and beg for it to stop, but she knew that it was futile. She was at the mercy of these people.

Suddenly, the water stopped, and the nurse began to massage her pelvic area with her bare hands. NAME_1's cheeks flushed as she felt a sense of arousal she had never experienced before. She wanted to push the nurse away, but her body felt like it was on fire with desire.