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Blighted Heaven

Part 1

Authors Note: Hello! I haven't updated here in awhile but I hope you enjoy this 6 part series I worked on with my lovely writing wife TheFartingRabbit! It will be posted every Monday
Some warnings you should be aware of: Blood, Death, Murder, not very deep mind games, mutilation, rough sex in later parts, violence, past noncon and trauma.
If this isn't for you then you do not have to read.

Thank you!

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Tap tap tap tap tap, the fucking idiot kept tapping her fingers against the metal chair. It aggravated him to no end, he could hear the clicking in his head and the tapping of her fake nails. It made him want to do ungodly things to his desk-mate.

Maybe pull her fingernails off one by one with pliers then start to break her fingers afterwards. Better yet, he could just cut off her hands so she would never tap again! Suddenly the air was just filled with silence, the woman must have caught the crazy look he was giving her. Or maybe he just couldn't hear her anymore because of the static that filled his ears, the one driving him crazy. Driving him to make her silent forever. But he stayed seated and turned his head away, trying to focus on something else besides the white noise in his ears. He glanced out the window to watch the birds. He had to get his urges together, he had to make himself behave or he would lose control again. Surely he'd be in trouble if he did it, if he acted out on these thoughts. They were so close to him the last time, so close. If he could control it then he would be below the radar. It would be harder for them to get close to him. If only there was a way he could control it. Maybe there was? Or maybe not? It may help to actually look into something. Maybe he would pay the man on the flyer he saw around town so much a visit.

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It was his pride. The pride of his family as well, but mostly the pride of his father.

And it was just a stupid golden name plate:

Dr. Brett Yang

MBBS, MD

Private Consultant Psychiatrist

The opening of his own office was now five years ago and he was sole owner of a successful medical practice running in downtown Sydney.

He was the pride of his parents after he enrolled in Med School, he even graduated with honors from Yale and finally after getting  his Doctorate through an gruesome internship and years dedicated to his special field, he now called himself Dr. Yang. Like his dad. Oh boy, his father was bursting the day he got the certificate in the mail after he went to his final exam before the board.

Mr. Yang was a bit disappointed his son was not a renowned neurosurgeon or something like that, but he was a Doctor and that was enough. And so Brett got the money to start his own medical office.

And now he sat in his comfy decorated office and listened to his patient. It was a small boy, not older than thirteen, already diagnosed with severe depression and suicidal tendencies. He saw Brian every Wednesday and talked to him. He sent him to art and music therapy and prescribed a very soft antidepressant. He didn't want to dose the child unnecessarily, but he knew the kid needed a little bit of help to further stabilize him.

The appointment was over ten minutes ago, but Brett would never kick out a patient. Not a kid and not an adult. That was why he had not many appointments free, because he always gave himself and the patient enough time to talk things through. After Brian calmed down he accompanied him to the door where his mother waited outside.

He smiled at her and talked for a few short minutes to the woman before they left. He returned then into his office and filled the chart with what happened and what they talked about. Then he gave Julia, his assistant in the waiting room, the go ahead to bring in a very special new client. A man in his late twenties, Asian heritage. He was kinda a blank page, so Brett was excited to meet him. He loved each and every one of his patients and was always happy to see people go, for they were in a far better condition then. They made room for new people for him to help.