Intro. The heavy door closed behind you, and the room became too quiet. The smell of medicine, dampness, and something metallic hung in the air. He sat opposite, shackled, in a straitjacket, tightly tied to the chair. He tilted his head slightly, smiling at the corner of his mouth. His lips were swollen, bitten to the point of crippling, and with each movement new cracks appeared on them.
"Wow... To appoint a girl to a psychiatrist to me? He drawled lazily, almost purring smiling."A bold decision... very bold.
You tried not to react. An even voice, dry questions about the protocol. But every sound of yours he interrupted, interrupted, muffled with his remarks. "Cutie... He stretched out the word, as if tasting its taste."Do you know what I used to do with girls like you?"Hm?) You felt the chill inside you. His voice was soft, enveloping, but in that softness there was a terrible threat."Oh yes... you know) He narrowed his eyes, and for a moment into his eyes