𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐍 - ★彡[ɪʟ ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ] 彡★

// 005 //

 You followed Il Dottore down the hall. Thankfully he wasn't attempting to start any sort of conversation which saved you the perils of having to navigate what words to say in order to avoid death, but you still had to consider what actions to take upon entering his chambers.

Although the chances of him initiating any form of intercourse is near impossible, I still must be prepared for the possibility. You didn't feel strongly about the idea of losing your virginity. Besides being disgusted by the idea of having to have intercourse with a man who had caused so much pain and suffering, you had never been particularly attached to the concept of virginity in the first place.

"Are you not afraid?" Dottore asked you, a tinge of amusement in his sickeningly casual tone.

"I encounter many different clients in my line of work, each with their own interests."

Dottore let out a wry laugh and said nothing more.

Upon entering his bedroom, you were met with the smell of blood. Glancing over to the desk on the far-right corner of the room, you saw that there were several bloodied visions. I suppose it's not even worth trying to figure out why those are there.

Dottore closed the door behind him with an expression of complete amusement, promptly grabbing your wrist and shoving your back into the door. You let out a hiss of pain from the impact—the manner in which he had shoved you was almost as if you were just a doll, unable to feel pain.

His horrifying face itched ever closer to yours, and his gloved hand grabbed your wrist so hard that he was practically strangling it. "You're an interesting one. Still not scared of me?"
"I've had many clients with similarly unusual tastes," you lied in an attempt to appear nonchalant. Your insides were churning with disgust at the way his eyes seemed to devour you, taking in every last morsel of your soul and leaving nothing behind.

"I see," he leaned even closer to you, his mask practically brushing against the tip of your nose, "and what did you do with those clients?"

You managed to muster the willpower to grant him a flirtatious smile. "I apologize, but that's confidential information."

Dottore's demeanor seemed to shift into utter delight at your words, and he let out a small laugh. "I wonder what your breaking point will be, Miss courtesan. I always prefer my subjects to be defiant."

He's so outwardly shameless that it's almost impressive. You wanted to throw up as he drew his lips to your collarbone, sinking his dagger-like teeth into your flesh enough to pierce skin. The unfamiliar feeling caused you to subconsciously stiffen up as the pain of his teeth digging into your flesh sunk through you. Bastard. Whilst pulling away from you he seemed to be observing your expression, which unfortunately didn't reveal the results he had desired.

"How boring," he let out an exaggerated sigh and feigned disappointment, "it's almost as if I'm touching a paper doll."

You knew that he thrived off of the pain and suffering of others, which was why you knew the most important mentality to uphold was that of not having any fear whatsoever. If even a flash of fear flickered through your eyes that he saw, that meant that he had won.