The Psychopath's Doctor

"Let me go," I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls, as the unnervingly attractive man, who was supposed to be my patient, forcefully pinned me down onto his bed. His dark eyes gleamed with a mix of madness and obsession as he restrained me. "You are so beautiful, Amica Mea ...so incredibly beautiful," he murmured, his gaze locked onto me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. It felt as though he was completely in his own world, a place where my desperate pleas for freedom did not exist. "Let me go, you crazy bastard!" I shouted again, my voice filled with desperation and frustration, rising above the din of my racing heart. "Yes, Amica Mea..I'm crazy for you," he declared, his voice tainted with unhinged fervor as he slowly trailed his hands from my abdomen down to my thighs. " You psychopath!, Let me go this instant!" I demanded, my heart racing as I stared into his eyes, filled with an unsettling mixture of amusement and intensity. To my astonishment, he merely grinned again. “You know... I really can’t stand it when anyone labels me as a psychopath,” he replied, his tone light but laced with an unsettling undercurrent of danger. “But oddly enough, when you say it... I can’t help but feel incredibly turned on.” His chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. “Get ready, Kimberly Wilson.... We’re going to have a tremendous amount of fun together, and I sincerely hope you’re prepared for what’s to come.” With that, he smashed his lips onto mine with such force that it left me utterly gobsmacked.