My Dark Scientist

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"Well you look like yourself
But you're somebody else
Only it ain't on the surface
Well you talk like yourself
I hear somebody else
Now you're making me nervous"

~You're somebody else, Flora Cash

E L L O R A

The hot water hits my skin, filling me with a pleasant sort of feel after a long, long time. I don't know what it is about taking a shower, if its a mental or a physical thing, but it never fails to calm the soul. Even if by a little.

I can't stop thinking about Mr. Langdon's words. Punish you of course, student.

Punish me how?

I decide not to torture my brain anymore, it has had a handful of it since yesterday, and let myself enjoy this short moment of peace while I have it.

Twenty minutes later, draping myself in a towel I come out of the bathroom limping on my leg.

I freeze midway. Someone has been in my room while I was showering.

For a moment I consider going back inside the bathroom. Flashes of filthy hands on my body emerge in my mind. I look around the room to detect the presence of another person. There is no one now.

Tightening the towel around me to the point that they would probably leave marks on my skin later, I walk towards the bed.

There is a shirt folded on the bed with a note beside it in Mr. Langdon's- much to my displeasure- immaculate cursive handwriting.

I will be having a guest coming over before we leave. I don't want you to come downstairs infront of the male guest in that flimsy piece of cloth you were wearing today morning. Do wear this shirt and spare my guest from a hideous view.

I read that again.

Hideous view?

Hideous?!

I scowl. Who does he think he is?

I'll show him Hideous.

I quickly dress myself in yesterday's jeans and the tank top a.k.a the 'flimsy piece of cloth'. I glare at the shirt lying on the bed untouched, before turning around, taking my crutch and leaving. If he thinks I'll obey every order of his while he kidnaps me and insults me left and right, then he is so wrong.

I'll show him my hideous figure, as he so sweetly put. I don't care about him or his stupid male guest.

My chin up, I walk down the corridor confidently, in my half-naked state. The cold wind whips against my skin, because the tank top...well it is flimsy. The material is thin and see-through. In normal circumstances I would have never even dreamt of wearing such a thing outside of my bedroom. Today morning was a mistake. I wasn't thinking straight and going downstairs in the tank was not intended. But right now? It is very much intended.

Yes, I am actually walking down infront of two males in my half naked state, just to irk Mr. Langdon. Maybe if he had considered being a bit polite while writing the note, I would have considered following his orders.

He doesn't deserve my respect anymore. He lost it the day he pushed me down the cliff. He looses it every hour that followed after.

Just like in the morning, there is no one around in the second floor. I walk down the stairs to the first floor, in not-so-quiet steps.

Just as I am about to turn the corner, I am forced back and slammed against hard wall, abruptly.

"What. The. Fuck. are you wearing?"