Medicus
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When a young woman goes to typical doctors appointment, it somehow goes horribly wrong. And the 'nice' doctor she had met is much more than meets the eye, when she suddenly feels a cold needle penetrate the skin on her neck. ------------------------------------ Mavis had always been a fun, loving, country girl who happened to love museums, history, and books. At the ripe age of twenty, she moved to the big city for her dream job; to work in a library. Turning twenty-one had offered her many opportunities, a new job, life in a new city, and a Pap smear. Naked, with her legs spread, feet in stirrups she's shocked when a good-looking young man in and white lab coat shows up. She had been positive that her gynecologist was a woman! She even checked. She was supposed to get her cervical check from Dr. Silverstine, an elderly woman who had been in the field for more than fifty years. She was expecting a granny to walk in, not-not a man! Unexpectedly, Dr. Silverstein had a medical emergency and had one of the surgeons. A trusted friend take over for the day. Embarrassment aside, she did get one thing out of it. An unexpected friend, which then turned into a date, and then a boyfriend. But the 'nice' doctor she started seeing turns out to be not what he seemed after a month. It's very unnerving when she finally comes face to face with the true him. Going to get a Pap smear for the first time is never fun, but the events that follow afterwards are somehow even worse. _______________________________ Excerpt: He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the deathly expressions of his face. His jet black hair went down to his shoulders and was rather fluffy a sharp contrast to all his coworkers who had their hair slicked or gelled back. Akin to his hair his eyes were also bottomless pits of black. Much like a marble. She couldn't discern the pupil from the iris it was so dark. They seemed to be deep and never ending. "No no, my dear. Just Oliver for you."
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Hate War

His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you? You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes in my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink?" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it and making me gasp. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing at my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much importance. I'm here for your mom. My face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single second" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry their ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dresses because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall into the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still send a shiver down my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes.

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