The bat hovered dangerously over Y/n's head. Kisaku's chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. The doctor couldn't seem to get ahold of his thoughts. They were whizzing by, each one too frazzled and drenched in emotion to help him.
Disbelief: Y/n's not innocent.
Anger: he was treated no better than a pawn, an amusing piece of the game by the (h/c) boy.
Hurt: he wanted to mean more than that to Y/n.
What was missing from his conscience was, well, his conscience. (S/b)'s cooling body laid only feet away from Kisaku — a person he had just killed — but the man felt a strange nothing about it. The thought of (S/b)'s dead body, the realization that he had caused that — it meant nothing to him.
What the hell did that say about his psyche?
But Y/n...
Hazel eyes traced the shadow the length of the bat cast against a strip of Y/n's face. One (e/c) eye was in the darkness of it; the other, in the light. There was no fear nor trepidation in Y/n's expression.
"You fooled me," Kisaku admitted in a small voice. "I thought you were innocent."
"I know." Kisaku watched Y/n's tongue dart out to wet his dry lips. "And you were so vehement in your belief," the (h/c) boy continued. "It was cute really."
Kisaku's heart stuttered at the word cute.
He felt his arms weaken their hold on the bat slightly. Kisaku honestly didn't even know what he was doing with it. Was he going to kill Y/n like he killed (S/b)?
His breaths came faster. No, no, no, no...
"You're not innocent," Kisaku reaffirmed — more for himself than Y/n.
Y/n... who was broken and bruised below him. Whose lips were wet and red. Whose face still bore the bruise from when a guard had hit him for pressing Kisaku's panic button back in the sanitarium. Whose hands had — Kisaku's eyes dropped to them — helped him, clasped him; protected him.
What was it all for, Y/n?
Lips pulled back to reveal sharp teeth. "I'm not innocent," Y/n agreed.
All at once, Kisaku's grip on the bat's handle steeled. The stainless-steel length of metal was raised straight into the air and brought sharply down.
Y/n's world went black in only a split second, a horrible crushing sound reverberating around his skull.
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Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)
Random[Male x Male] Y/n L/n is the most infamous resident of Rosemary Sanitarium, an inpatient hospital for the violently insane. He went to trial for five murders, pled the insanity defense, and now sits in glass box for doctors gawk at day in and day ou...
