Room Sixteen

1/Mrs.Irene

Iris's pov

"No no no! Iris why can't you ever do anything right!?" My boss of three months now lashes at me for absolutely no reason, I am trying my best to keep everything in check and all the patients fed and questioned but he's still not happy with what I do.
I do so much every day, I get exhausted by hearing him shout more than I do by working and that's what makes me want to say fuck you and fuck this whole mental asylum because I can't take it anymore but I finished college to be doing this exact thing right now but it still seems like I'm not enough.

Do I need to go take another year in college because what the fuck?

Either my boss is fucking crazy and he's the one that doesn't know what he's doing or I am the dumb one that keeps listening to his shouts and promising him I'll do better next time when this is my better.
I don't know how better I could get.

"Take room sixteen and move along, I can't look at you right now." He says while waving a hand for me to fuck off and that's exactly what I did.
I made my way to the lockers, with tears running down my cheeks.

Why am I so sensitive? I don't know I just am.
I cry at anything and I hate it, it's the worst part of being me.
And the fact that I get yelled at constantly.

I don't know why I chose to do this for a living when I did, I didn't know exactly what boss I'd be landing on but oh well I guess, my bad.
Next time think bitch before deciding randomly.

I open the small glass drawer that holds the medication of my patient and a couple of papers that I need to read through while I'm at it.

I sniffle and take a few breaths before I start making my way toward the special cell we had to put him in because he was misbehaving a little too much and arguing with the other patients when I was being harassed by them.
Well, that's what I have to go through all the time so I've gotten used to but I found it amusing that he wasn't one of them.
To call me names and ask me to open his cell so he can put his dick in me...which it's kind of tempting because if he did ask me I would open it.

I know it's so wrong to think the way I do for this man but he is so fine I can't get him out of my head. He's so gentle and nice I don't know how he managed to get himself here.

His name is Soren and he is a big man, he is tall and has these dark silky hair that I wish I could just touch and run my hand through it and...tug at it.

Oh fuck, don't think like that.

My panties get damp nonetheless, I can't help but curse under my breath as I get closer and closer to the door that separates the two of us. I can smell him from all the way here, I can sense him like there's so much magnetic energy that pulls the two of us together every single time.
It scares me sometimes.

I've never felt like this with any other patient I had to take care of.

As if sensing me coming he gets up and approaches the glass wall to watch me as I make my way towards him.