❝ 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘬𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘬𝘦. 𝘋𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘒𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢͟𝘨͟𝘢͟𝘪͟𝘯͟ ͟𝘢͟𝘯͟𝘥͟ ͟𝘢͟𝘨͟𝘢͟𝘪͟𝘯͟ ❞ ┗━━━━ ➤ ➤ ➤ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓* ˚ ✦ ʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀʙʟᴇ ʜᴏʀɴᴇᴛꜱ │ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀᴜ ◣━━━━━━━━◢ ''..🍂: 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: ▫ 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦 ▫ 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 ▫ 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮 ▫ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

"I will never leave you; I can give you everything they didn't. You're all mine." His gloved hand gripped the lead pipe as he brought it down on the orderlies' skull, the sickening crunch sounding like music to his ears. A pool of blood quickly formed, chunks of brain matter mixing with the thick red liquid. The masked man rarely felt a rage like this, but they had finally stepped over the line. They beat him, mocked him, humiliated him. Treated him like a lowly dog, viewed him as less than dirt. He had to suffer through it all, his ability to speak being held captive by his master until he was freed. He suffered in silence, not even able to hide behind his frowny faced mask, his only true respite gone and in some filing cabinet as 'evidence'. But then she showed up. She was his psychologist; he was under her care. She stepped in, protecting him from the abuse he endured, stopping others from kicking him when he was down. And he knew just how he was going to repay her kindness.

As a psychology student, being casually stalked has thrown you for a bit of a loop.