The Plague Doctor [RATED R] ✓

(4) Young Master

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I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST the mysterious type. Honestly, they sometimes even turn me on. The mysteriousness is a hot trait, but for some reason, this plague doctor is creeping me out more than anything. And for someone who is sexually influenced by a lot of things, that says a lot.

     "Are you afraid of me, Mr. Bishop?" Doctor Van suddenly asks, immediately making me look back at him.

     Doctor Van was walking towards a bookcase. I thought we were leaving the room, but it looks like he's planning to read something first.

     "Afraid is such a...strong...word, doctor Van. I wouldn't say I'm afraid of you," I answer him, and the doctor suddenly chuckles in such a low tone that it made the hair on my skin stand.

     Doctor Van doesn't say anything to me anymore and suddenly pulls a book out of the bookshelves. To my surprise, the shelf was actually a hidden door that showed a different room. It surprised me because I thought you'd only see such things in movies. It actually looks pretty cool in real life.

     "Let's continue our discussion somewhere else."

     The doctor heads inside, so I naturally follow behind him. Beneath the shelves was a bedroom; a bedroom that's bigger than mine, which would only mean that this is his, considering how fancy it all looks.

     "Place my suitcase at the table and take a seat," he tells me before closing the hidden door.

     I look around the room and spot the side table that has empty bottles of gin and an ashtray filled with cigarette buds. Compared to his well-maintained office, his room was the opposite. I push the bottles aside and place the suitcase on top of it before looking around the room again to check where I could take a seat like what he said.

     "He said to take a seat, but take a seat where?" I whisper confusingly to myself. Unless I decide to sit on the floor, the only flat surface I could sit on is his bed, which I don't think is a good idea. There's actually a single chair too, but the chair's filled with books, and I'm also not sure if I'm allowed to touch his things.

     "Uhm..." I awkwardly scratch the back of my head, hoping the doctor would notice that I can't really sit anywhere. When he finally turns around to face me, I was expecting him to apologize and clear the chair for me, but instead, he says, "Why aren't you taking a seat yet?"

     I sigh in defeat and just walk to his enormous bed to take a seat on the edge of it. I was sitting straight and proper like I was some kind of virgin waiting to taste the forbidden fruit for the first time, and that pissed me off somehow. I can't believe this doctor has control over me while doing the bare minimum.

     "I don't want to waste any more of your time so I'll cut to the chase," doctor Van says as he approaches his suitcase to open it.

     "I made a deal with your mother, and that deal was the make Winter my patient, in exchange for you to become my direct employee," he explains, making me furrow my brows because of the term he used.

     What does he mean by a direct employee?

     "Because of this, I want to make sure some things are clear between us," he says before pulling different types of medicine out of his suitcase, nervously making me gulp.

     While trying to act like I wasn't moments away from getting drugged, the doctor still doesn't look at me as he continues, "Winter is my patient, which means when you are working, you are not allowed to call him out. The only time you can call him out is during our session, which is on Wednesday. Of course, you can't control the others, but I'm not going to allow Winter to work on your behalf. Is that clear?"