His Dirty Damsel

Every Man's Down Fall

“we're going to try something new today.” I inform the amazingly flexible and undeniably gorgeous patient before she bends backwards over her chair.

These type of stretches weren't unusual for her, she did every time I took her straight jacket off and from that moment on she was always moving always doing something through the session. I knew it was because she spent her entire existence trapped inside that match box size room, even though I've been fighting tooth and nail to get her more space this was the only time she had a chance to stretch her cramped limbs.

With her eyes closed Ember holds the position, running fingers through her now bright bleach hair and making it easier for me to stare openly her unorthodox beauty. Most women who came to Arkham rapidly lost their vibrancy and beauty as skin grew pasty due to lack of sun, eyes dulled and rapid weight loss ate away at the curves that made a woman attractive. But not the case with Ember, she was beautiful before and yet somehow she managed to become more so, her high cheekbones became more prominent along with other bones of her body . Without knowing why I found something about the way her rib cage pushed against her skin was incredibly  sexy.

“New like body shots new?”She jokes, light bubbly laughter coming from her throat as she sat on the table surface.

I try and I fail to keep my face straight, there wasn't a way for me not to smile when she's around no matter how much I hated that ugly crescent smirk from childhood, I couldn't help it. By reflex my hands shoots up to block anyone's view of the imperfect grin all under Embers watchful gaze and with her IQ I'm sure she's noticed the behavior.