Mister Dark had gotten up he was dressed he was doing his paperwork in his office it was completely white though his office lacked cameras and windows most windows were barred and he noticed the time.
He was already late to meet Cindy so he headed out ditching his medical coat leaving it behind in his office instead donning the usual suit this time a blue one with brown shoes. What should they do today he had tested her pain tolerance yesterday what else could he get an early start on. He stopped it was sad she was sad she had only wanted to see him and yet here he was thinking about what he would subject her to this time what sort of torture he could plan.
He didn't know if he could keep doing this he tried to remain professional but little by little he knew how much of a monster he was and how slowly but surely no matter how strong he was it was breaking his heart he had grown fond of her dare he say attached to her.
She wanted to see him so he would have to tough it out he held his breath as he scanned his badge against the door and it opened.
"Hello, Cindy."
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The White Room
Algemene fictieMr. Dark visited her often within the white room she both wanted him to visit and wanted him not to but was also afraid of him he had a professional look to him black hair, somewhat pale skin, glasses he mostly wore suits adorned with a white medica...
