𝙉𝙮𝙚
It was supposed to be a normal assignment. Just a fucking normal assignment.
But it turned into something erotic yet deadly.
𝙇𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖
No one was supposed to find me. But he did. And now he will make sure I am his. Wholly. No matter how muc...
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"You all need to understand that your degree is totally dependent on this work placement. That is the reason why it is mandatory. 70% of your final marks rely on this case. So I advise you to get a good patient," Professor Blackthorne exclaims, for the fifteenth time. For the past few hours, the old bald man is trying to make us understand the importance of studying psychology. The importance of doing this task. The importance of getting a good patient.
We all nod at him and a tired yawn escapes my mouth. This shit is too boring for me to do but hell if I didn’t give my best effort in this bullshit they claim to call assignments. I look around the seminar room and notice that I’m not the only one who’s almost done with this shit. My gaze lands on Millie, my friend, sitting beside me, who’s trying her best not to fall asleep.
"Your seminar is over now. You may leave now. But remember, get a good patient." The bald man says again before packing his things up and leaving the room.
16th motherfucking time.
I hear a tired groan from beside me and turn my head to face Millie. Raising an eyebrow, I ask, “Want me to bring you a pillow and a blanket?”
She raises his head and shoots daggers at me with those cloudy grey eyes of hers. “Fuck off, asshole.”
I shrug and stand up.
Millie does the same, and we both make our way to the seminar room’s door. We almost make it out of the room when the girl walking beside me speaks up.
“Where should we go?” Millie casually asks.
“To Thorn Cafe to meet Ian and Lucas,” I casually reply back.
The painful punch is not something I was expecting from her. I let out a wince as I rub the sore spot on my arm and glare at her. “What the fuck was that for?”
Millie crosses her arms over her chest and glares back at me. “I wasn’t asking where we are going right now, asshat,” she snaps. “I was asking about which asylum we should go for our assignment.”
Oh that. In all honesty, I don’t know if I want to go to some mental asylum to complete this stupid assignment. Those kinds of places scare me and might lead me to insanity. Especially after last year’s incident. The last thing I want is to get triggered by some random psychotic patient while trying to observe them.
I stare ahead as we keep walking side by side. “I don’t know if I’d really like to go there and observe a patient. I might make Ian do my assignment,” I tell her honestly and shrug.
Millie probably understands what I was referring to because the next moment, I falter my steps at her words. “Not everyone is like Benjamin,” she softy says.
I stop walking and face her. The expression marred on my face is deadly because Millie’s face blanches the moment she notes my look.
“Never, and I mean never fucking speaking his name again,” I tell her, my tone calm, cold and deadly. If she wasn’t scared before, she is definitely petrified now.
