𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢 - 𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔲 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

C̶H̶A̶P̶T̶E̶R̶ ̶N̶I̶N̶E̶

As soon as Geto spoke the sentence, two tall men escorted you into the black cab before driving you back to the hospital. Geto remained at his home but warned you yet again what might happen if you tried to seek help from anyone about your current situation. You exit the car as you glance over your shoulders, the two men showing no sign of emotion. "We'll get you after your shift. Don't try anything stupid." one spoke briefly before driving off, leaving you in front of the hospital. You entered your workplace and were greeted by the lady at the front, Adeline, smiling warmly.

"Oh, you're back dear! We were all scared for you when we heard about the cold you caught! Do you feel better?" She asked kindly as you nodded even though slightly confused. Geto must have called them and explained that you were sick, avoiding suspicion and possible searching from the police for you. "Yeah I feel much better now," you spoke before gently nodding your head as a short goodbye and entering the elevator.

After reaching your floor you moved into the locker room and changed to your white attire, feeling safe for the first time after a long while. Geto's presence sent shivers down your spine. His cold eyes, this piercing stare. You shuddered at the thought of it as you stepped out of the locker room, holding your badge as you stared at the picture on it. You sure looked tired in that picture. You turned as you walked down the hall, finally meeting your fellow colleagues again. "Oh (Y/N)! I'm glad you are finally back! You look great, did you do something with your hair?", your best friend commented as she was leaning over the counter. You forced a smile. "Yeah, after that rather rough cold I decided to treat myself," you spoke, thinking back to the morning and the way Geto degraded you, trying to break you.

"Oh that's nice!" she spoke as she heard the bell, a patient needing attention. You nod, showing that you are the one attending as you make your way to the room, gently knocking. "Hello, Miss Thomson. How can I help you?" you asked, putting on your best smile, standing in front of the elderly lady's bed. "I want to call the police! My husband, he hasn't returned yet, I've been waiting for his return for over two hours," she demanded, seemingly distressed. You glanced at her with sad eyes, knowing her husband had passed away a while ago and she was suffering from Alzheimer's. You gently knelt beside the bed, taking her hand in yours. "Listen, miss Thomson. Your husband won't return. He is at a better place, watching over you." you spoke gently, avoiding her gaze. her hands were shaking as she gripped yours tighter. "He's dead?..." she mumbled as you noticed tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry," you spoke, gently stroking her hand. You remained by her side for a while before moving back into the hallway. Your somewhat positive mood is being shifted by the terrible realization back in your job. no wonder you were carrying so many curses around. Suffering with the patients. Your empathy is one of the main causes.

When you started working in the field, you would often lock yourself in the broom room, and cry, trying to handle the destiny of certain people who would never get a chance in life or would be just purely unlucky. The morning went by quickly, you treating and checking up on the patients on your floor regularly as the elevator door opened. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you felt a hand on your shoulder, them leaning down as their breath was tickling your neck.

"Hello there little Marionette," Geto whispered, smirking as your body tensed up. "What are you doing here?", you mumbled, glancing back at him. "Checking up on you. And taking you out for lunch." he smiled kindly, noticing your working colleagues stare. He was a handsome man, after all, of course, they would stare. He grips your shoulder tighter, slowly digging his nails into your shoulder, making you whimper. "Well, are you coming?" he asked. "Yea. Give me 5 Minutes," you spoke as you hurried into the locker room, changing into your normal clothes s you grabbed your jacket, returning only to find your colleagues surrounding Geto while he smiled warmly at them. You stopped in your tracks in disbelief.

This guy. He had no remorse. You knew exactly what he was thinking. He didn't consider them as worth anything, just to use and then throw away, like he was going to do with you. "I'm back," you spoke, Geto nodding as he took your wrist firmly. "Let's go then," he spoke, barely waving your friends goodbye as you spoke. "See you guys in an hour." Most of them just smirked at you while the others almost seemed jealous, Geto pulling you into the elevator when the door closed. His grip tightened on your wrist as the elevator came to a sudden halt.

"What in the" you spoke, freeing yourself from his grip as you moved your look to the buttons, pressing button after button before stopping, glancing at Geto's cold eyes. "This was your doing wasn't it!" you concluded, grabbing his collar. With a swift motion, he had both of your hands on your back, your chest pressed against the elevator door. "And if it was. What are you going to do about it?" he asked coldly, whispering into your ear. "You see, I thought about your behavior this morning, and I concluded, that I wasn't harsh enough," he explained, gently brushing your hair behind your ear. "So this little visit on mine isn't just to see if you are obedient but also a little aftertaste from my little....punishment."

"Well what are you going to do then hmm?" you snapped, struggling against his grip. "Well for on, we could get rid of your clothes," he whispered, his free hand slowly traveling up, stroking your inner thigh. "I bet you would look so pretty. Bent over," he whispered as his hand moved closer to your core.

"Tell me. What do you want."

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I'm turning the heat up ladies and gentlemen (And nonbinary). Be ready. Oh, and depending on the comments, the story or let's say the spicy part will be more or less detailed-