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On one fatefull, stormy night during the cold months of autumn, a peasant girl by the name of Y/N is lost and alone on the dusky streets of Adlersbrunn. Desperately searching for a shelter, a place to rest her exhausted legs, she stumbles acros...
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You are left pressing yourself against the icy tables surface helplessly, dreading every passing panicked heartbeat as the doctor takes his time unbuttoning your sleek lab coat with quick fingers. Eyes awkwardly darting around the room you attempt to find some way, any way out of this unpleasant situation, but being securely strapped to the table by durable leather straps, you see little option to even begin a valiant struggle.
"You're still trembling so hard dear, that afraid a me, your friend? That's a first." the doctor purrs with sinister undertone, making you throw him a annoyed glare as the cold hands slither along your exposed torso, playfully tracing the soft bruising he had so carelessly left on your chest before, as if reminiscing when he put them there with your full concurrence.
Mutely squirming you attempt to arch your spine column away from his body and onto the cold metallic surface under you, weary of ever slither of a touch. "Aww, too cute, no need ta be all shy, not after all the indecorous things we did lately. Just give up the struggle, it ain't gettin ya anywhere anytime soon." the doctor snarls close to your neck, playfully biting and licking along your exposed skin. You try your damn hardest not to cry, you were not prepared to give him that satisfaction, the idea that you had given up as you chew down on your lower lip.
"I'm far from shy you psycho, just let go of me, let me leave. Please Jamie, were friends right, don't hurt me like this." you whimper with hitched voice, hyper sensitive to his touch now that you were restrained from every motion, still trying to rid yourself of the restraints on your wrists. "Oh sweetheart, ya really expect me ta let ya run after all this? Hehe, ya should know better ta turn down your king, your nothing compared to me, so act the part and follow my demands; peasant bitch." He scoffs with menacing tune.
Those words send a cold shiver down your spine again, was he fucking serious? What the hell happened, what was so wrong with him since last night? This was not the Junkenstein you knew, this was just not the smart, compassionate guy you had lived with the last week's so harmoniously. This was the result of boundless overworking, stress, and you theorised the damn witch had her hand in this as well; she struck you as the type to manipulate people into joining her cause if needed.
Sure, this was a stressful situation, and yes you had been acting quite a bit flirty, but this was a whole new scale of sick; even for Jamisons standards, this couldn't be without the witches working. But you were stubborn to not let her win, she wouldn't get your soul and faith, she didn't deserve your cooperation no matter how much this tortured you "King? Who are you calling a king Jamison, your acting delusional. Your no one's king, your acting like the last scum. I refuse to follow the rulership of a man thats so vile." you mutter under your breath with a cheeky smirk.
However regretting your challenging words near instantaneously as a firm backhand slaps across your cheek quicker then you can reakt. You let out a faint gasp, more out of surprise then actual pain as you stare up at him with wide eyes, now tears forming in the corner of your eyes was inevitable. "Shut up, I'm telling ya, shut up or this will be a lot less pleasant than it has ta be. Adelsbrunn is as good as fallen, I will be it's new monarch if ya like it or not. Heh, ya could a had it all sweetie, ya could a been by me side as me little servant and friend, but now, after running away and insulting me like that, your friend, your only friend; ya are just another pawn in this game and deserve to be treated as such." He snarls down at you, the lowest voice brushing against the irritated red patch of skin on your cheek.
