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“I think I would like to leave,” I said and started towards the door, but he moved quickly to block me. As I moved backward, he walked slowly towards me, stripping off his white coat and gently laying it behind the couch.
“Ms. Barbara, the session has not ended and I’m afraid you don’t get to say when it does.”
He lunged at me and brought his lips to my neck, his hands gripping my arms tightly.
“Stop,” I cried out.
I tried to wrestle out of his hold, but he would not budge. His wet lips traveled down my neck, his lips sinking deeper and deeper into the curves of my breasts. I felt sick to my stomach as the moisture between the legs trailed down my thighs.
I am not disgusting. I am not disgusting. I am not disgusting.
“Someone, please help…” My voice echoed through the empty room, but quickly faded into silence.
The deafening sound of the door slamming against the wall caused my head to spin. Muscular, heavily tattooed arms suddenly lifted the weight of Dr. Turner off of me. I fixated on the scene playing out in front of me: Fin's veins bulging, his face contorted in a mask of rage as he choked my therapist. I struggled to fix my disheveled shirt as panic and fear overwhelmed me.
I couldn't help but notice how Fin’s eyes, previously resembling the rich hue of morning coffee, had transformed into a shade as black as the coal unearthed from the deepest depths of a volcano. He had a wild look about him now. His eyes widened slightly and there was a soft tilt to his lips. He looked as though he was having fun strangling the life out of Dr.Turner.
By sheer luck or the grace of God, Dr. Turner was able to free himself from Fin’s grasp and limp away. He ran to move behind his desk, his hands disappearing under the table. Fin stalked towards Dr. Turner with as much ease as a snake.In church, they taught me that the devil was the root of all evil. That his very essence was sin. But the devil was in front of me now and I have never felt safer.
“S-stay away,” Dr. Turner shouted, but Fin shut him up by slicing his throat.
I didn’t notice him pick up the letter opener as he passed the desk. Dr. Turner fell to his knees with a loud thump, clutching his throat to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. He trembled slightly as the blood poured out of him like a current. My gaze slowly rose to Fin as he stood over Dr. Turner’s body. He brought the blade up to his mouth and dragged his tongue against the fresh blood, moaning with delight. In the softly lit room, Fin’s shadow portrayed a figure with horns on the top of his head.
I shook slightly from the scene of it all.
Fin turned his head towards me, abandoning his weapon in the pool of blood.His hand reached out and delicately twirled a strand of my blonde hair around his finger. As he released my hair, his fingers glided softly across my cheek, coming to rest on my lips. I could taste the faint hint of his skin as his thumb brushed my bottom lip before sliding it inside. I didn’t know what to do, so I sucked it softly.
“Barbie,” he said, his voice as dangerous as his face—deep, dark, and sensual. “You’re as pretty as a Barbie doll. I wonder if you are as fuckable as one, too.”
“Don’t move.” Two men dressed in scrubs barged through the door and gathered my savior by the arms.
He fought to get away, but one aide stuck a needle in the side of Fin’s neck, and he fell limp. They carried his body out of the room, leaving me there alone, trying to make sense of everything that happened.My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in quick gasps, but a single thought consumed my mind. The encounter with Dr. Turner left me feeling violated, and the mere thought of my brother rushing to my aid had my panties soaked through.
Chapter3
Fin
My eyes snapped open, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized I was once again trapped in this hellish room. The cold marble floor sent shivers through my body as I struggled to sit up, every muscle aching and stiff from the drugs they pumped into me. My vision blurred and swam as I looked down at my restrained body, tightly bound in a suffocating white straitjacket that held me in a tight embrace, locking me away from the outside world. I let out a primal scream of frustration in the hopes it would scare the little shit guards charged with keeping me in control.
I tried to swallow, but the dryness in my throat made it too unbearable to do so. I licked my chapped lips, savoring the bitter taste that remained there. I could still taste Dr. Turner’s blood on my tongue.
Foul and so fucking disgusting.
Just remembering it made me want to destroy something. I wanted to take my time and carefully carve into his skin so he could feel everything before I killed him. The thought of it brought a rush of pleasure to my cock.
The only thing that had stopped me from doing so was the blonde princess standing so nearby.
When she disappeared into Dr. Turner’s office, I walked to the door, not wanting her to disappear from my sight. She silently called to me, pulling at the blackened strings of my rotten heart. It was as if she knew all my secrets, and it gnawed at me. I hated how afraid she looked as he rubbed his hands all over her. The way he ran his hands alongside her cheek, her neck, her breasts.
I wanted to murder him then. How dare he touch what was mine?
I was the only one she should be afraid of.
I imagined myself taking Dr. Turner’s place, rubbing my hands along her body.
My blood heated as I imagined wrapping my hands around her blonde hair, pulling it back to expose her neck to my knife. She wouldn’t be afraid as I glided it along her skin. If anything, she would beg me to make her bleed.
My cock swelled as the images flashed through my brain. The restraints that kept my hands together burned as I tried to get free, but it was no use. They’d tied me up like a piece of dead meat and I was powerless.
