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“I deserved to have her leave me. I’m a failure in every manner. I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time. You’re an important doctor and I’m just a worthless piece of trash that deserves to be beaten and left in a bloody heap. I’m nothing but scum. I deserve to die. Die. Die!”
Shocked by his overt words, she reared back, releasing the hold. He looked up at her, his turquoise blue eyes clouded over by tears. “Don’t you ever say something like that again to me. Ever. Do you understand? You’re a very special man.” Or at least he had been. Her thoughts drifted to the first time he’d come into her office. Yes, he’d been agitated, unsure of what he called evil lurking inside of him, but he’d come across as highly intelligent and cohesive. For the initial nine months of consultation, his discussion on sexuality and his desire for the darker side of sadism had been open and honest. The verve in which he’d enlightened her about his growing needs after having spent time with a Domme remained fascinating.
The sexual overtones hadn’t bothered her during any of the early sessions. She was a licensed sex therapist and a highly respected psychiatrist. During her tenure she’d heard just about every aspect of kinky desires and intense hungers. Men and women harbored needs she’d never explored herself, but little remained shocking. Until Michael. Today her skin crawled. The man had two distinct sides.
So do you…
She shivered as the words, his words, lingered in the back of her mind. Now, her patient’s mind was splitting apart. She sensed a connection, as if her mystery sadist was controlling Michael’s behavior.
After missing one week of their sessions, something had changed drastically. Michael had become distant, withdrawn, and for the last month his personality becoming almost unrecognizable. What little she’d been able to glean during their concentrated visits had revolved around the evil Michael was terrified of, but of what, she wasn’t certain she’d find out.
“Yes, doctor.”
Destiny had come to the realization her skillset as a doctor of psychiatry had little or no bearing on Michael’s private hell.
Tap. Tap.
Hissing, she closed her eyes. Maybe she needed a break, just to get away from her reeling mind. “I’ll be right back. Please relax and try and focus on the wonderful aspects of your life. Then for our last five minutes we’re going to discuss increasing your self-worth.”
“You see I’ve done things. Bad things.”
Another shiver trickled down her spine. “What things?”
“I’m going to burn in Hell.” Michael’s voice had a giddy lilt.
Turning slightly, she looked at his face and for the first time was afraid of the rather demur man sitting in front of her. She swallowed hard and offered a fake smile. “We’ll talk when I return. Okay?”
“Indeed. I know you crave learning every detail, no matter how gory or explicit. Don’t you, doctor?”
Every hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She clenched her fists as she walked toward her office door, moving out into the hallway and taking a few seconds to gather her wits. Michael’s words weren’t just haunting. They were telling. “Gina, you know better than to interrupt me while I’m with a patient.”
“I’m sorry, doctor, but this couldn’t wait. There’s a detective on the line asking about one of your patients.” Gina’s face was pensive.
“A detective?”
Gina nodded.
“Which patient?”
“The detective refused to tell me anything.”
She closed the door and leaned against the wall, holding her arms. “Is he on hold?”
“No. I finally told him to bug off,” Gina chuckled. “He’s a tenacious motherfucker.” She slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. He called three times and I quite frankly was sick of his attitude. However, he seemed adamant about the need to speak with you. He gave me his number and said its urgent you call him immediately.”
Destiny inhaled. Every man seemed to have some urgent demand. “It’s okay. I understand.” She glanced at her watch. “I’m almost finished with my session anyway. Does this detective have a name?”
“Montana Givens. I wrote down his number for you.” Gina handed her a folded note.
“Interesting.” She grabbed the piece of paper. For some reason she remained nervous. Why would a detective need to talk with her so badly? Her gut told her his request had something to do with Michael. “All right. I’ll finish with Michael and lock up. Go home. We’ve had a long week.”
“Thanks. I actually have a date tonight.” Gina winked. “Let’s just hope he’s not another dud.”
“You go, girl. Details. I want details.”
“Of course.”
She waited until Gina walked away before taking a quick glance at the number. Mr. Detective would have to wait. When she opened the door, she closed her eyes. “Michael. Let’s finish this up and I think we really need to schedule another meeting early next week. What do you think?” Opening her eyes, she scanned the perimeter of her office.
