ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|ꜱᴇʀɪᴀʟ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ

ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ

DAX

I finished cooking breakfast and made a plate for the doctor. I'm going to pretend like last night didn't happen. As I placed a plate on the table and the doctor came out of the bedroom rubbing her eyes.

My eyes land on her bare thighs, and I bite my lip.

I want to do things to the doctor... but I know I won't be able to stop. I'll go too far. I'll kill her.

But I can't help but stare at her exposed skin. Her thighs.... They're soft. I touched them last night.

"Hey." She said nervously.

"Eat." I say, pointing to her breakfast.

She sits down at the table with her hands in her lap like she is afraid to eat. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the other end of the table.

"Do you usually feed your victims before you kill them?" She asks in a serious tone. Her voice is firm like she's angry. It annoys me.

"No," I answer.

"Then why are you feeding me?" She asked.

"You gave me your life, right? Either you're dead or you're alive, it's my decision." I say to her while eating.

She sighs heavily and begins to eat. I glance at her from time to time, but she doesn't.

"Where did you sleep?" She asks

"I didn't."

"Why can't you sleep?" She asks again.

"Trauma doctor." I rely.

"What trauma?"

"Next question." I said, and she went silent for a while.

"Can I get a pair of pants?" She asks.

I smirk and glance at her. "Is the doctor shy?"

"No, I'm just half naked." She says.

"Just how I like it." I said and got up.

I sit on the counter watching her as she eats.

I want to make her scream.

"Can you stop that?" She asks calmly.

"Stop what, doctor?"

"My name is Amina. And I'm talking about staring at me." She says, putting her fork down.

"I know you name doctor." I said to her and got down from the counter. "As for the staring, that's something you're going to have to get used to." I said, moving behind her and flipping her hair into her face.

She flipped her hair back.

I took her empty plate to the kitchen sink and began washing the dishes.

"Go shower." I say to her, and she stands.

"Pants?" She asks.

"No, but you can have one of my T shirts." I say to her, and she goes back into the bedroom.

I finally let out a breath. It's hard to control myself around the doctor. I don't care what anyone thinks of me except the doctor. I spent about fifteen minutes washing all the dirty dishes but as I watched the water run down the knife something inside me shifted.

I shut the water off and quietly walked to the room. I stood at the door and stared at the door nob with the knife in my hand. I have two voices in my head.

Don't do it.

Do it. Kill her now!

But one voice was louder than the other. I was fighting with myself, but I knew what my face looked like. It's the face I always have when the voice takes over. Calm but dangerous..

I slowly twisted the door nob and peaked in. She was naked and vulnerable.

Kill her!

I pushed open the door slowly and stood in the doorway.

Don't do it.

The doctor turned to me and jumped. She quickly wraps the towel around herself, and her eyes glance down to the knife.

"Dax.." She whispers.

Kill her now!

I charged towards her, and she ran into the bathroom quickly and locked the door. A chilling laugh escapes my lips as I bang on the door.

"Open the door, doctor." I laughed and banged my body against the door.

I couldn't control myself.

"Dax, please stop. You're scaring me." She said from the inside.

I was breaking the door. "Come on out, doctor... I don't bite."

I kept slamming my body against the door. My breathes were heavy, and I could hear whimpering from the inside.

Stop it. Control yourself.

I roar loudly and slammed against it until it began to break and broke a hole in the door. Finally, I broke it enough to see her face.

I froze, and my gaze softened.

The voice was gone. Well, at least one.

You fucked up.

My mind flashed back to my younger self in that bathroom.

She was sitting on the bathroom floor clinging the towel to her chest, and her cheeks were soaked with tears.

"Doctor.." I said softly, but she shook her head, still crying. "Unlock the door. It's over."

"No." She whimpers.

I sighed and then reached my hand inside, unlocking the door from the inside. I pushed it opened but she pressed herself against the wall more.

"Doctor......"

She glanced at the knife in my hand, and I slowly placed it on the floor and slid it away from me.

"See. It's gone." I said to her, but it's like she was frozen against the wall.

I slowly got closer to her and picked her up off the floor. She was small compared to me. I could feel her shaking beneath me. I carried her out of the bathroom and sat on the bed with her still in my arms.

I'm not good at comforting people, but I wrapped my arms around her.

We sat there in silence while I listened to her shakey breaths.

"The fourteenth scar is my mother," I said. "Or more like the first."

She was silent for a long time. "Why?"

Now I was the silent one.

"She killed my brother. I wanted revenge." I said, still holding her.

I could tell she was falling asleep.

I'm not safe. She's not safe. The voice will come back, but next time, there might not be a door between us.

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Dax: I don't bite.

Amina: Yeah, but do you stab?

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Dax: I don't bite