Damned: The Murderer

Damned: The Murderer

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"You're the tenth psychiatrist assigned to this person" said my boss. "Goodluck" my boss said and went inside the room. I slowly open the door and also went inside the room. There you saw the ruthless murderer in his orange prison outfit suprisingly young with black hair and lifeless grey eyes. "Ohh! another one" he smirked and add "and she's pretty too" I wondered what made the other psychiatrist fall in love with him. Is it his grey eyes? His perfectly symmetrical face? That muscle? or his kiss- "Miss?" "Sorry" I mumbled, I immediately snapped out of my thoughts and focus. "You saying Mister?" I said "That" he chuckled "That what?" I said "That look in your face, did I hit the jackpot?" he smirked. "Stop what you're thinking, I'm not like the other psychiatrist you've met" I said "Ohh really?" "Of course" I challenged him "Try me" Liar I fell in love the moment I laid my damn eyes on him.
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Intern

"That's your boss? He's hot." "He's bipolar." "Introduce me, please!" Jasmin begs, weighing my shoulder down. "Isn't he the reason why you're going abroad?" "Eh." I shrug, watching as he hands someone his bags, laughing at something they say. This man is doing something to me. And it's strange. "Roni. I know you didn't get dressed that cute for no reason." She points to my outfit, raising an eyebrow at me. "I'm just comfortable. And he's coming over right now." Mr. Hayes strides towards us and I fix my posture, smiling at him. "Hello to your friend." Adrian waves as my friend begins to swoon. "Are you ready? You better not embarrass me, Roni-Ann." He holds his arm out for me and I take it, humming in response. "Yes, sir." ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈« "You don't listen, Roni-Ann!" "Me? I do what you tell me. When have I ever went against you?" "Yesterday. I told you to stay inside. Or at least call me when you got home. You did neither!" Adrian yells at me and I flinch, not expecting it. "I don't have to take orders from you outside of this workplace. I'm my own individual." "You don't, huh?" He traps me between his body and the wall and I look up at him, his eyes darkening. "Joder, Roni-Ann." "Please calm down." "How does it feel to be a murderer..." He mutters, leaning down to kiss my ear and I tense up. "Because you're killing my heart." He doesn't think of me as- "I'm your intern, sir. This shouldn't be happening." I stutter, my legs too weak for me to move. "You're not thinking straight." "All interns get an upgrade, eventually. Yours just might make you mine."

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