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're late," I deadpan as Millie swiftly slides into the passenger seat of my car.
She rolls her eyes at me. "Stop throwing tantrums. I am just five minutes late. Fashionably."
I eye her outfit; a brown chiffon blouse with a bowtie in the front, paired with a pair of beige formal pants and brown boots. And her usual bold makeup? Gone and replaced with a natural one.
I immediately look down at mine and grimace. A white henley and a pair of dark jeans. Plain and boring.
Great. Seems like my friend is the only one who seems like she's actually visiting a mental institution and I am just her bodyguard who's gonna to take a stroll in the building.
"Someone else will be joining us too?" Millie's voice breaks me out of my thoughts.
Turning the ignition key on, I reply to her with a 'nopes' and proceed to drive to our destination.
Throughout the entire drive, Millie belted out to every single One Direction song that has been played on the radio. And while I also fancy the boyband, what I definitely don't prefer is having someone singing like a whining crow seated beside me. Which is why the entire drive I had a permanent scowl etched on my face.
When we reach the parking lot of Morningfield Psychiatric Institution, Millie checks her makeup for one last time, before getting out of the car, followed by me.
Uneasiness settle inside me as I look at the burnt brick building in front of me. I have never visited any mental asylum before, and only came across one person who was mentally ill, which ended up traumatizing me. And while I don't have any problem with my major and know for a fact that the doctors here will not assign us to dangerous patients, the thought of reliving my nightmares is not settling well inside me.
A hand touch my shoulder and I turn my head, catching my friend already starting at me with a sympathetic look.
"You are going to be alright. And if you don't like the person assigned to you, we'll ask for a replacement. And if not, then we can go to a different asylum," Millie says softly and gives a firm squeeze to my shoulder.
I try to smile and give her an assuring nod, silently saying that I am going to be alright.
"Let's get over with this," I jerk my head towards the building.
Entering the building, we went straight to the reception counter. The receptionist sitting there has her head bowed down, typing something on her phone, her face hidden by her bangs.
"Good Morning," Millie speaks in her chirpy voice. "I'm here from Stanford University. I contacted you yesterday regarding our assignment of observing patients. I believe everything is ready by now?"
The receptionist starts to lift her head. "I'm sorry can you please repeat that again?" Her voice sounds a lot familiar. "I'm new here and Bethany didn't fi- OH MY GOD NYE IS THAT YOU?!?!"
