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psycho
I turned off the phone and threw it on a chair, clenching my teeth. Today I found the new bottle of my favorite perfume on my nIghtstand. It wasn’t there before I went to bed last night. In fact, I could hardly remember the last time i bought myself a perfume.
It all started two months ago when Sebastian, the patient I had been working with during those seven long years, was finally released from State prison after serving 7 years of life sentence. The madman, as prisoners called him, once gone mad and murdered his commander. Bastian– that’s how he asked me to call him during my first séance – had PTSD, antIsocial personality disorder, and severe depression. i could say he became better after all those years of treatment, including insane doses of antidepressants and mood stabilizers, but it was not enough to set him free. He was dangerous, psychotic even, yet devilishly clever: he knew how to portray a man who had reconsidered his life choices and deeply regretted taking someone’s life.
Fun fact Is i knew he had never truly cared. Patients like him did not have capacity for remorse
I started treatIng hIm once I became a crIminal psychiatrist; Bastian was among my very first patients. Now when I thought of it, i could hardly believe how I agreed to take up the case when I am just a young gIrl wIth too lIttle experIence to handle an unpredIctable psychopath hIding behind a façade of a victim. Of course, i made many mistakes, starting from telling Bastian about my own past and some mental issues. That time i believed I can gain trust of my patients by being more open about myself. i was a complete idiot
Now there was not much to do once hIs tIme in prison was up. i didn’t have true evidence to make him stay. A part of me wasn’t even sure i wanted it – when a riot had started in the prison three years ago, it was Bastian who shielded me with his own body from a serial killer and my second most dangerous patient. Bastian was the only reason I am still alive.
But he was also the reason why I am leaving in haste, packing only necessities.
It all started quIte innocently with him sending me flowers and thanking for everything i had done for him. It didn’t alert me that he knew what my favorite flowers were. I thought it was just a coincidence since bouquets like these were sold in any flower shop in the city
Then I stumbled upon hIm In a café where i often had my breakfast on weekends. It could alert me, but Bastian was sitting with a charming red-haired woman, her manicured hand resting on his thigh. She didn’t quite strike me as his sister, especially since i knew he had no relatives left after his violent father died in a car accident. Seeing such a beautiful woman with him just two weeks after Bastian was released from a prison was surprising, but I knew how seductively charming Bastian could be. Besides, he looked wonderful in his biker jacket, his tight black jeans showing his strong muscular legs.
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psycho 2
In the end, i just talked to both of them a little and gave my advice on which dishes to choose. i walked away, praying i was wrong about Bastian and hoping he could settle peacefully like some of my former patients. Actually, even though many of them were imprisoned again, others were able to return to normal life. Some even had families now – from time to time i received thank-you notes with nice photos and many heartwarming words. It was probably one of the few things that made me keep up my job.
It was over now. i am not going to stay in a place Bastian break into multiple times. Maybe i was not sure before, but the bottle of perfume was an obvious sign. It also meant that when a week ago i woke up and smell a man’s scent on my sheets i am not delirious. Bastian was there. He was laying beside me on my fπ¢king bed.
How did it happen? Why didn’t i see his obsession growing with each day? i am his psychiatrist; i knew him better than anyone. How could he hide his infatuation with me for so long? Of course, i knew he had some feelings for me, but it was never that bad. i thought he would forget about me once he would be released. In the end, now I am not the only woman he saw around
i kept stumbling upon his beefy figure more and more often. i realized Bucky was stalking me when after a month of his release i saw him watching my house from the forest. He was hiding behind the trees and bushes. It was a miracle i managed to see him at all
Well, i am not going to sit here and wait for Bastian to come and get me. i had no idea what was going on in his unstable mind, and I am no ready to take risks. i had already booked a flight to Austria tonight
It was scary, thinking about wandering around a city i had never been, in a foreign country where i had neither relatives nor friends. But Bastian would have a hard time following me there, and that’s what mattered.
i threw a pack of salted cashew in the bag and returned to the bedroom to grab my phone from the chair. It wasn’t there. Although i dropped it just five minutes ago, my phone simply wasn’t there.
Next minute i am in the kitchen grabbing a knife, but a strong muscular arm knocked it out of my hand, and i felt Bastian’s musky scent. He stood behind my back, caging me with his bulky arms. i froze, i knew i better obey the man instead of provoking him to become violent.
Sebastian
And where were you going, honey
*husky voice*
Sebastian
It’s not nice to leave without saying goodbye, is it?
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psycho 3
He leaned closer to me and buried his nose in my hair, inhaling its smell. His rough hands were already caressing my body through the clothes
beth
You’re free to start a new life. You can find a good woman, have a family if you’d like
Sebastian
That’s exactly what I’m doing
beth
No, Bastian, it’s not.”
beth
It will only get you back behind the bars. Don’t throw away your life, please
Sebastian
What life
*growls*
He Turned me around harshly, and i almost fell on his chest, his arms holding me still.
Sebastian
I have no life. I should have never left my cell, you know this better than anyone else. I’m rotten. Damaged goods. I will never have the life I’ve always wanted. Do you know I have nightmares every fπ¢king night again?
beth
It’s because you don’t take your pills
i carefully put my hands against Bastian’s chest. He tried manipulating me, i knew that
beth
When was the last time you had thioridazine?
Sebastian
Stay with me, and I’ll take whatever pills you want me to.
He grinned suddenly, cupping my face
Bastian’s strong athletic body emanated heat, and I am already sweating from both his closeness to me and an extreme agitation. Why did it take me so long to leave? i should have done it the first thing in the morning, just grab my documents and money and run to the car. Maybe then i had a chance. Unless Bastian had already been hiding inside my house…
beth
Why do you want to make a wrong choice again
beth
You are given a chance to start over. If you want me to consult you still, I can figure something out. I can continue helping you, but you need to find your way. Don’t you think it’s good to meet new people, have friends, find a job, date a girl?
Sebastian
Who wants to deal with a psychopath like me?
*chuckles*
Sebastian
No one can handle me, doc. No one but you. Do you know I wanted to commit suicide before you showed up seven years ago? If not you, they’d already buried me
Before i opened my mouth to protest, he turned me around again and gently nudged me towards my bedroom. i broke out in cold sweat. If Bucky was able to outpower that serial killer, that beast of a man, he would have no problems forcing me to do whatever he pleased. It took three strong prison guards to bring someone like Bastian down. i am helpless.
Sebastian
No one out there is good enough
*whisper in her ear*
Sebastian
You’re the only one, can’t you see? Maybe I’m rotten to the core, but you still helped me. You made me better
i needed to keep calm. As far as i could see, Bastian didn’t plan to murder mr, not when i would accept him, that is. He obviously had a nice plan how to make me stay with him without police knowing, but as long as he kept me alive i still had a chance. i needed to play along.
Sebastian
On the bed.
*low growl*
i can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against my a$$
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