Doctors and Detectives

Chapter Twelve

I do not know for how long Patrick is going to keep me. The more he prolongs my stay in here, the more I become more observant.

I must not let my guard down for he has been changing and I could say that he became more comfortable when I am around.

If I would ever be given the chance to run with him, I'll run to the bureau, telling everyone that this man is harmless unless you do something.

I watch as he dissects a frog right in front me. It is gruesome, but I couldn't do anything for I feel so weak as I am tied on a chair and closing my eyes are the only thing that I could do to ease the gory stuff from him.

"How long are you going to keep me tied?" I snapped.

"You can last a human autopsy but not the dissecting of a frog. I'll try to find other ways to make you weak." He chuckled wickedly, shaking his head.

"I don't think you're not as bad as what they think of you." I snapped.

"Don't you know who I think I am?" He hissed, his eyes turning back to those yellowish ones. He heaved a sigh and took off the gloves from his hands and started to walk around, as if I was a chair in a game of trip to Jerusalem.

"Your friends found out you're alive...thanks to the replica I left bloody on your apartment."

"If I would ever unscramble myself from these restraints, I'll make you clean and repair my apartment." I threatened.

"Then, why won't we do it?" He chuckled, tracing the corners of my face. He twirled a strand of my hair onto his finger. "You know, we could have a family."

"For the sake of your wife--argh!" I felt a sting on the side of my neck. He's tranquilizing me again!

"Shh." He hisses as my head started to get heavy. I couldn't even feel my hands move. Shit. "I like you when you're calm and asleep." He chuckled wickedly as I fight my closing eyelids.

He pressed his cheek against mine and extended his arms on the chair's arms. "Hmm...Inspector Y/N." He whispered. "Say yes."

"Yes to what?" I asked weakly.

He sighed, sounding exasperated. "Stop asking me too much questions." He says and fishes something from his pockets. He pressed the blade of the scalpel on my arm and dragged it down.

Tears escaped from my eyes and a cry. He tipped my chin and despite the tranquilizer numbing my body, I could feel the burning sensation of the wound that he has done.

"Say yes, Inspector...or your other arm wouldn't receive mercy." He commands.

"Y-Yes." I couldn't bear to have another wound again. He knelt down right in front me and slipped a shiny thing on my ring finger.

Darkness started to roam around and engulfed me in its arms, my eyes shutting close.