The Plague Doctor [RATED R] ✓

(55) Dining Table

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"YOU STAND THERE, LOOKING at me as if you can wrap me around your fingers," I tell him before laughing. "Geh zum Teufel! Step forward if you dare, and let us see whose fingers will be wrapped, Giovanni de Vincenzo," I say, and the man I heard is called Giovanni, doesn't even move a single step.

    I craved to touch him. I desired to hold him, to wrap my hands around his neck, and to break him until his body becomes lifeless. Please, step forward so I can quench this thirst. Let me grab you now and never let go.

    "Get the tranquilizer," Giovanni says instead, and a few nurses scurry out of the room to follow his command.

     "I've watched you, Giovanni. I've watched your pitiful attempt to break the host of this body. But you are not enough to break what is already broken," I tell him, wiping the remaining blood off my face as my eyes continue to stare at the doctor.

     "Who are you?" Giovanni asks me instead, making me laugh.

     "Have you not been searching for me? Have you not begged for my glorious presence? Here I am now, plague doctor. Come closer so I can whisper to you the plague you desperately wish to create," I say, my body trembling just at the thought of him getting closer.

     "Let me taste you, Giovanni. I want to know what a broken man tastes like," I continue to say, practically salivating as I stare at his body.

     "I am no fool. I know your strength. Of course, people with dissociative identity disorder don't just magically become stronger. They're not some kind of monster. But Bishop and the others just hold back well. You, on the other hand, don't," he tells me, making me laugh even more.

     "Oh, Bishop...Bishop Bishop Bishop. You should have done more to him. You should have fucked him until he passed out. You should have strangled him and tied him up. I see what you do to him, but what a waste. What a waste indeed," I say, but before the doctor can react, the nurses return to the room, holding a syringe.

     "Doctor, here's the tranquilizer."

     "Alright. Hold onto the patient, but be extra careful. He's very dangerous. Krimson is a perpetrator type, so he is modeled by the people who abused him and caused him trauma. It's going to be very difficult to handle him from now on," Giovanni tells the other, making me laugh even louder.

     "Is that what the other doctor said? It has a ring to it, Giovanni. I like how you describe me as...dangerous."

     "You're the alter who's created to handle the trauma that was subjected to the host. You were created so that the original Winter could pretend that nothing is wrong," he continues to explain.

     "And am I supposed to be sad about that?" I ask him, and in an instant, I start fake sobbing.

     Giovanni seemed fed up with me, so he nodded, finally making the nurses approach me. As soon as they got closer, I leaned close and pretended to bite them, almost making one of them flinch and back away.

     "You're going to hurt yourself, sweetheart," I say, licking my lips as I stare at the terrified nurse before me. 

     They hesitated, so Giovanni asked them to cover my mouth first. One of them went behind me, holding a white cloth so he could force me to bite it down before tying it tightly behind me while the others chained my hands together.

     I tried to move, but soon after that, a sharp object pierced through my neck. I turn to my side and found Giovanni injecting the syringe into my skin. I stare at him and try to laugh as my saliva oozes out of my mouth. The doctor looks at me in disgust before taking a step away.