•~DOTTORE X READER~• His newfound expriment

Freedom

I think I've mostly accepted what happened. It still hurts, I still want to crawl up into a ball and cry, I still want him dead. But I'm going outside, and that's what matters.

This is my first time I've showered since I was brought here. I've felt disgusting the whole time and did nothing about it.

I'm a monster of a monster I'm a monster i am a monster I am a toy of everything I am a disgusting monster that doesn't even exist what the fuck am I I hate hate hate and hate hate hate
And no one knows this.

I've gone through two bars of soap. Each with fancy words engraved into them.

Flowering dew lily and notes of honeysuckle bringing together a soothing and calming aroma

I'm not calm.

And my hair feels so soft it's like I don't even have hair it's so light and airy I'm convinced my hair is a waterfall and I'm the cliff on the edge and am about break and

We had shampoo and soap but never like this. This is torture.

I walk out of the shower with the skin of a newborn. Softer, even. It smells like the smell of flowers in the morning so much I have an urge to just lie in the scent and ignore the pain of my situation. I need to get dressed right now. I have ten minutes before Dottore comes for me. I open my closet and there's so many dresses/suits. Too many and no shirts no pants just d/s. Usually I might've not minded back then but right now, right fucking now I can not deal with this bullshit this is not what I need right now I cannot believe him goddamni-

There's a knock on the door.

Once

Twice

I hurry to put on a long d/s and i cannot believe him. I still have 7 minutes left. I'm dressed though.

"I'm here Dottore. I didn't freaking run away from your stupid fucking hellhole okay?"

"And never will." I can hear him smile through the door and he is when I open it.

He does a double take of me. He looks at me like I'm the fucking sun and he created me he looks at me like I'm pure goodness in a freaking ball. He looks proud almost.

"I knew it would fit you." His smile is weirdly soft. im disturbed to a point that it makes me want to throw up in a bucket of voids and it's annoying me so bad.

" Don't look at me like that." I think something happened to my thoughts when I was kidnapped. Before, I kept my thoughts in a close knit circle. Never let myself think the way I am right now. I want to go back but also don't I don't know my thoughts overlap and I don't know anymore I want him dead dead dead.

Guess who I'm talking about.

"Well you look absolutely beautiful dear. Quite amazing if I do say so myself. Ah how amazing the future shall be with this." I don't think i understand what dottore is saying. I still am thinking. And now I'm thinking more. What did he mean about my friends? I know they care for me. They do. They really do. And I'm happy with that but now I just don't know I am trapped and I cannot with this.

We're walking.

I'm trying to digest my surroundings. So much. But there's some horrible battle of thoughts going my head I have to squeeze my eyes shut to keep from crying.

"Are you okay, dear?" He squeezes my hand as we walk. I say nothing. "Before I take you out there, I want to review the rules of this Opportunity. First, you cannot escape. This ground is lined with miles and miles of woods you wouldn't survive one day out there." He is laughing to the ceiling about this. "And even if you did, I'd find you." My veins are filled with cold water and his red eyes are staring at me. It's like their the sun and are stealing the little warmth I have and their staring past my soul to my life and I'm so uncomfortable it hurts. And his teeth are so sharp-too sharp.