What's reality with all these questions?

eye out for a little

CONTAINS SWEARING

Marks pov

I twisted the door handle and walked inside. It was... Suprising.
A demon clenching his neck that had some sort of device on it.
At the other side of the room was the therapist that had a remote in one hand, plls in the other.
She cocked her head towards me and gave me a warm smile, she also told me to take a seat, I did as I was told but the other demon sat there glaring daggers at the woman in the room.
"Well, this Dark he will be helping you be mental again." he voice breaking the akwarad silence in the room.
" YOU THINK I NEED FUCKING HELP, BITCH, YOU KEEP ME IN A SELL FOR MORE THAT 20 FUCKING HOURS A DAY AND-" the demon that was know screaming at the lady in a demonic voice was cut of my the shock of the remote to his neck. Shock coller. But I thought those things were illegal.
I stood up to help the demon off the ground before anything else could happen to him, but as soon as I came close he backed away into the smallest corner of the room that he could find and dodged my hand, he seemed terrified. My thoughts were Once again blocked off when a sound came through my head.

It went on like this for a little while until I could no longer hear, and soon turned my head back to the almost just pile of bones that was covering his ears.
"Well times up, better call a guard to come get you." She seemed amused making the demon become silent.
"I can walk him." I told her the best I could trying not to blush. She nodded politely as the other demon in the room stood up walked silent behind me. As I was walking out the lady handed me the remote and said her goodbyes.

__time skip___
We were at this guys cell, it looked old.
"Hey, I never got your name." I tell him blushing slightly.
"Antisepticeye, but people call me Anti." So cute he had a irish accent and man was it hot.
"Well Anti I think we might just get along." I say locking his sell he looked down at his shoes and nodded hesitantly.