No one's POV:-
Andrew Sinclair, a not so famous psychologist who had been stalked for months by a psycho, Ray Quinn.
When did it start, you might wonder. Let's travel a little back in time.
Six months ago~
It's Cassandra's birthday. Cassandra had been friends with Andrew since highschool. Cassandra had invited a very intoxicated Andrew to the table near the entrance of a dim hall.
She saw a very handsome and well built hunk enter the hall and stand near the counter.
He ordered a glass of some whiskey and drank it all in one go.
The very drunk Andrew saw him and moved closer, making sure to sway his plump and bubbly butt that was very prominent in the tight black jeans.
The man looked at him with a raised brow but then drank another glass of whiskey like it was water which made Andrew cringe.
Andrew ordered himself a mocktail and drank it slowly. The man chuckled softly and rubbed Andrew's back with his palm, sending shivers down Andrew's spine.
Andrew blacked out completely after emptying his stomach infront of his dream guy.
Cassandra made sure to pull a drunk Andrew away from the stranger's grasp. The stranger looked up at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes. This made her back up in fear while she also tightened her hold on Andrew who was slipping in and out of consciousness.
The stranger put his hand in his pocket and shuffled to find something. A fear of dread grew in her body.
She would have run away if not for the stranger pulling out a simple but beautiful pen that had golden flowers with something written in Latin.
He wrote something on a tissue he had asked the bartender for and scribbled something on it.
A minute later, he passed the tissue to Cassandra and motioned for her to leave.
Cassandra read the message and quickly tumbled away with Andrew, her damned heels making annoying sounds that greatly aggravated him.
When the man saw the two leaving safely the deathly glint returned even more dangerous than before.
The bloodied tissue lay on the floor amongst the many deformed dead bodies stating - “ Run away if you don't want to die. Make sure to take the cutie home safely”
A few hours later, Andrew woke up in a comfortable bed though with a splitting headache.
Cassandra gave him some medicine and let him swallow it with a glass of water. A few moments later, the effects of medicine kicked in, clearing Andrew's groggy mind.
When he asked why they left, she lied to him not telling the real reason or about the stranger.
.......
Days passed by and Andrew felt creeped out. He felt like some one was there constantly watching him.
No matter what he did, bathing, cooking, eating, sleeping, everything, he felt creeped out like someone was watching him from afar. Days turned into week and weeks to months, and he eventually grew used to it.
Sometimes he would wakeup with red marks littered all over his neck, and it did annoy him.
~BACK TO PRESENT~
Andrew sat in his formal attire of a psychologist while he sat blankly at the empty chair. It had been almost 8 hours sincere last felt the watch full gaze.
Just then, a firm knock echoed in the silent cabin. In game a female psychologist rest in very badly clothes.
She quickly spoke, “New patient, a total psycho, room 705.”
She left after slamming a file on Andrew's desk. He skimmed over the contents and couldn't help oogling the picture of a hot man.
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Report:-
Name - Ray Quinn
Age - 29
Possible diagnosis -
i)Sadistic personality disorder
ii) Anger issues
iii) Congenital insensitivity to pain
iv) Borderline personality disorder
v) Pyromania
Birthday - 5 September, XXXX
Warnings -
i) Don't let him see any bruises
ii) Don't say no to him directly
iii) Don't bring anything near him that can cause fire
iv) Don't hurt him physically unless needed, it makes his anger flare up
v) Don't wear these colours no matter what! - red, purple, and green.
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Andrew took in a shaky breath and tightened his hold on the diary that had a pencil in the pen holder.
He sighed heavily, scanned his ID and entered the room 705.
The room decor was very simple. A bed in the corner, a table for the psychologist, a use-n-throw plate with scraps of eggs. A little too simple for an aesthetic lover like him. He gently slumped on the seat and asked a question that caught the tall man's attention.
“Mr Quinn, how have you been?”
A voice, that sounded like the speaker hadn't drunk any water for days, replied back.
“They got me a talking toy.”
“Uhm... I'm your doctor, Andrew Sinclair.”
“Exactly... my new toy.”
An amused smirk made up it's way on the buff guy's face. Feeling more uncomfortable, Andrew quickly changed the topic and picked his lips in order to bring some moisture on his supple lips.
“Mr Quinn-”
“Ray, call me Ray, kitten”
Andrew blushed and looked down, suddenly finding the floor more interesting to look at. But he still managed to squeak out, “Right, Ray. Have you eaten breakfast?”
“You look at me when you talk to me,” He said in a gutteral voice.
‘His voice got deeper.’
Andrew quickly looked up making his curls bounce. Ray looked at the little male up and down. Could you blame him though?
Andrew was only 5'4, for a 25 year old male that is pretty short.
Feeling the judgemental eyes and you pouted cutely while murmuring, “You are just freakishly tall!”
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