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he wants to kill me.
    His cock still hangs free as he chokes me with one hand and finger fucks me with the other. He leans down, whispering in my ear, “If you come, you’re going to crawl around behind me for the rest of the day.” In that moment, I know I will be on my hands and knees until the sun gives way to a new day…



Chapter Four
    Dr. Winslow
    I tap my overrated, overpriced pen against the desk as I watch the seconds tick away on my wall clock. I know she is avoiding my treatment but she is my ticket to delving deep into the psyche of a subject who truly suffers from Reactive Attachment Disorder and I won’t let her go. My tactics in my study of her go against every regulation in my profession but I see it as a means to an end, a way to help the masses if you will. Well, if I am honest with myself, I see it as a way to be not only richer, but highly esteemed in my line of work. The years of being bully bait due to always being the youngest and the geekiest in school have taken their toll on me. If I have learned anything, I have learned that we carry our childhood traumas with us and we spend our adult lives trying to get over them.
    Granted she will lose her mind in the process, but I will have a name that goes down in history. She has become an obsession of sorts but I’m too far gone now to turn back.
    I reach for my phone, irritated that my schedule has been tampered with. Her phone only rings once and I’m shocked when I hear the voice on the other end of the line.
    “What are you doing, Trent? Please tell me you haven’t been stupid enough to abduct my patient.”
    “She’s here of her own free will. Someone has to protect her from her crazy psychiatrist. You don’t deserve to carry a license to counsel people. You’re more unstable than any of your patients.”
    “You’ll never get away with this. She has a job, clients, and people who count on her. They will come looking for her, Trent.”
    “She also has thirty vacation days that have piled up over the years due to not having attachments with other humans. You want to do a study on her Reactive Attachment Disorder? Well…I want to do one on what it will take for her to bond with another human being.”
    “You’re not human! You’re a fucking monster, an outcast of society!”
    “Yes, I am. I’m the monster your patient is bonding with. Now, since I can’t trust you to stay away from her, then I’ll just keep her here with me. She’ll be safe and secure away from the likes of a doctor who is really a quack.”
     
     
     
     

    Executioner
    I look down at her. She’s on a leash on all fours, rubbing her head against my leg as she eyes me with a look of adoration.
    I shut the case on her phone and shove it in my back pocket.
    “My name is Trent but you may call me Executioner.” I tug at the leash and lead her up the steps to show her where she will be sleeping. I can tell she is shocked when we make it to the top of the stairs and she views my home. I live in a mansion—a mansion I have turned into a secure compound. No one goes in or out unless I say so.
    “Why are you in trouble, my little Vixen?”
    “For touching you without your permission.”
    “Good girl,” I murmur as I rub my hand over her chestnut highlighted hair. I’m looking forward to having her here with me. This is the first time I have been in someone’s presence and I haven’t wanted them to leave. The truth is I don’t bond well with others either. She’s different. I need to take care of her. I need to know where she is at all times. I need to know she is safe. I need her here with me.
    Well…okay, if I’m totally honest, I brought her here to get into that pretty, little, fucking head of hers. I resent the fact that Dr. Quack was beginning to get to her. I also resent the fact that she went to a man who wanted to do nothing more than get rich writing her story. As penance for her sin of betrayal towards me, she is going to stay here with me and she