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“Drink your tea, Alice.”
I looked down at the porcelain cup set before me. A complete contrast to the gray unevenness of the walls that held us confined in this dank space. Roses decorated the white frame, twisted vines filled with sharp thorns lined the delicate ridge while the top edge was rimmed in precious gold. An image of blood dripping from the thorns flashed through my head, startling my thoughts and snatching me away from the present. The deepness of his voice brought me back.
“We left off on the wrong foot last time, didn’t we?”
I shrugged. “I suppose we did.”
He hummed in response while he nodded, jotting down his hidden thoughts into his prim little notebook. So neat, so proper like those dark glasses he always wore.
I wonder, are they a crutch?
Everything was so annoyingly perfect when it came to him. Even that damn tailored suit. I couldn’t find a single wrinkle to mar the perfection. I wondered if this was a facade. If beneath his cool and calm exterior, there was a man with dark tendencies. Tendencies I yearned to thoroughly explore.
“Why don’t we start?” He didn’t wait for a response but pushed onward. “Tell me about your parents, Alice.”
I met his direct gaze as he took a sip of his tea. Taking the cup in my hands, I followed suit. Savoring the bitterness and allowing the rich aroma of jasmine to lull me into a comfortable stupor, I sat back in the soft white armchair he’d brought in. I smiled, knowing my silence was frustrating.
Tell him, Alice.
Tell him what you know.
I’m sure he’s just waiting to know about all the dark and dirty deeds that go on in that innocent head of yours.
Tell him what you did.
Absolem’s voice echoed through the cluttered halls of my mind and my eyes fluttered shut, his face appearing before me. I didn’t want to dwell on his features or remember the cruel inflection of his voice. I chose to answer the doctor with the truth. What harm could it be to admit that I wasn’t the charity or abuse case he was inferring I would be?
“Much to your dismay, I come from a good home, Doctor. Loving parents who are strict but uphold their rigorous beliefs. My sister and I remain surprisingly close, and my home is, and always will be, sheltered and pure.”
“Pure?” The word seemed to be a trigger for him and held his interest. “Does purity mean something to you, Alice?”
I arched a brow; certain he was toying with me a little. “Don’t men enjoy virgins? Wouldn’t you like to dirty up a pure virgin pussy?” Inhaling a sharp breath, he leaned back and watched me beneath those dark frames. “Isn’t that what men want? The fantasy of taking and defiling what no one has ever touched before they did?”
“Not all men want the same things,” he pointed out softly.
Narrowing my eyes, I searched the turbulent green hue in his, wondering if he was being honest with me or if I had just been so severely blinded that I couldn’t see any other possibilities this world had to offer. I suddenly felt the strong urge to know exactly what it was the Good Doctor was hinting at.
“And what do you want, Doctor? Why do you care so much aboutpurity? Are you wishing I was still pure, so you can impose all those sinful deeds onto me? Does it upset you that I’ve already experienced all there is in a world of sin, and you had no part in it?”
“I think it’s interesting you think you’ve experienced it all.” His eyes remained locked on mine. “There are plenty of fantasies in this world, Alice. Surely you’re not opposed to the idea that you might have more to learn.”
“Are you offering to teach me?” My heart rate sped up with his words. “Are you speaking from experience?”
“Once again, this is not about me.”
“But you want it to be. I can see it in your eyes, Doctor. I can see those demons that want to dance with mine. Let them out and teach me. Let me have a taste of all those fantasies you keep hidden away. Unleash those desires and see where it leads us.”
Lamentably, he didn’t take the bait.
“Have you spoken to your parents since you left?”
I took a moment to study him, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. “No. Nor do I wish to speak further about them. They are no longer a part of my life. They haven’t been for a very long time.”
He seemed saddened by my response. “What about your sister?”
“My sister has nothing to do with this! So keep her out of your goddamn notepad!”
He smirked. “So she’s a trigger?” I watched as his pen jotted down those notes and I could feel the heat start to build inside as I fought the urge to lash out.
