The young girl gently cleaned up the axe using a clean, white shroud.
Warm blood drew red lines on her pale skin and turned colder and colder as it trailed down. The bright red stains were slowly turning dark on her clothes.
Once she could see the...
She kept telling herself that the traumatized shapes and shadows on the walls were not real. All she wanted was her pill.
'But they seem too real.'
She ran into the morgue and shut the door behind her.
Nobody was there so nobody could see the young girl struggling.
She let go of her ragged breaths, allowing her pained lungs to inhale and exhale as much as they wanted.
She grabbed her throat, trying to prove to herself that nobody was choking her. But her mind and body were acting otherwise.
Her legs gave out as her back slipped off the door and she fell on the ground, sitting on the cold floor.
She couldn't look up... She didn't dare to look up.
The agitated girl could already hear them. They were whispering things... again.
'I shouldn't lose control. Not at this cursive building.'
She groaned because of the pain in her poor head, while slowly crawling to her desk and grabbed her bag that was hanging loose on the chair.
She was somehow happy she was called to get in his helluva office the moment she arrived, so she didn't have time to put her things where they had to be.
Her deranged mind got her to grab the cylinder, hyaline plastic object.
She took off the white lid while ignoring the whispers that were gradually turning into screams. Then, she tried to control the shakiness of her hands to get one pill out, without looking at the unconsolidated creatures that were getting closer and closer.
The girl gulped down the pill without even caring about water.
She leaned her back at the desk while sitting on the ground.
Kurai glued her eyes to the clock on the wall, counting the seconds waiting for the pill to affect her messed up brain.
With each minute passing, the voices started getting lower and the monsters slowly faded away. After thirty minutes, the morgue was once quiet again.
The girl took a deep breath, appreciating the silence. She got back on her feet and threw the box of her pills at her bag, not caring if it fell inside or not.
She sighed and straightened her clothes. Then, grabbed the folder she was working on and headed towards the huge metal fridge.
'Time to work with my lovely dead patients,' she whispered to herself. Completely unaware that someone was observing her the whole time.
He was watching her all along.
No one knew there were hidden security cameras in the basement.
Only he and six other men were aware of that.
He knew something was wrong when she started getting uncomfortable, with just a smirk and a dark glance.
She got triggered quite easily.
He knew she was losing control when her breaths got loud and rapid.
He knew there was something up with her condition when he touched her soft, but cold and clammy hands.
The moment she burst out of his door, he opened his laptop and watched her every move.
He watched her when she ran into the morgue.
He watched her when she crawled towards her bag.
He watched her when she gulped down the pill, and he waited thirtyminutes for her to get up.
Waiting thirty minutes for a random girl isn't a normal thing to do.
The start of an infatuation maybe?
'Lying to me already, I see?' he thought with a smirk.
The research about her mental condition was right.
'We're going to have to clear up a lot of things, and you won't be able to lie about it, little one.'
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"She needs to be controlled."
A/N: Got ourselves a potential yandere sugar daddy oof-
