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alexithymia-ofkoa · 8 months

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Start- 4/14

End- 6/1

Edited- 7/10

Published- 10/5

A/N: Please be aware that I'm not actually an active player of Genshin- I just like the character designs. However, I did at least try and research a bit of the information. So if something is off or incorrect, I apologize. It was simply what came up through google. Also, let's just- not talk about how this took me 2 months to finish 💀. Also, I didn't focus very well on the editing, some grammar might be off, just don't mind that.

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"Sir," you found your conversation was shattered by your employee, "What is it?"

"The Doctor requests your presence." You sigh in dismay. What could that psycho possibly want? Shuffling from your seat, you nod, "I'll be on my way then," you glance back at your guest. You had been speaking with one of the other Harbinger's. You collected your coat that had been draped over the chair, taking your sweet time before dismissing yourself from the room and stepping into the cold, wintry night of Snezhnaya. You were never one for the cold, the numbing of your fingers and nose. It was all a nuisance, but you had been stationed here by special request of the doctor himself. It wasn't unusual for the doctor to call for you. It was most obvious he picked favorites, quite confidently, too. With his choice in you, rumors began to arise. Nothing harmful to either you or the doctor's reputation. However, people began to speculate that you had become a sort of assistant for the doctor. It made sense, seeing as he called you in from time to time. Honestly, you heard the rumor so often that you were beginning to believe it yourself.

You made your away across the snowy plain, leaving footprints which luckily, your coat hung long enough to cover as you entered a new sort of domain. Your fingertips freezing thanks to the wind's icy touch. Speaking of, it seemed to be speeding up by the second. Your eyebrow twitched in irritation. What perfect timing he has. Snow was falling heavily and winds speeding up; the onsets of a blizzard. You picked up the pace, it'd be hard to make it through a blizzard, besides, you already hated the cold so very much. With no sign of the sun, only the dim lantern lit what was once a sidewalk, but had only been covered by the crunchy white sheet. You wondered curiously how many boots have tread this same path.

You reached the door eventually, stepping in with no worry to knock. It took a little effort to force the door shut, the wind beating against it harshly.

"Perfect timing."

The smooth yet threatening coo caught you off guard. Looking up, you could immediately recognize the azureous shade of blue that textured the doctor's feathered, sleek hair. You grit your teeth, biting back the thoughts that hummed about his beauty, the way pieces of his hair fell into place, perfectly framing his eerily serene face. Scoffing, you straightened up, dusting the extra snow from your clothes. "Worst timing," you shot back bitterly, knocking the snow from your boots, leaving his floor soaked. "Right, you never could handle the cold," Dottore hummed. You hated the way he seemed so at peace, how he never showed any weakness. "Make yourself comfortable," he chimed. It sounded less like an offer and more like demand, but perhaps that was just because of how you knew him to be; hardly ever polite or gentle.

You watched as he padded off into the depths of the building. You had hardly been to his living quarters, but, nonetheless, you slid off your coat, draping it over the coat rack before taking a comfortable seat on the couch. Thinking silently about what he might need this time.

The silence was broken as gentle footsteps alerted you of his return. Your harsh gaze glanced up to meet him. Your gaze softened in surprise as he passed you a mug of warm coffee. Coffee? This late? You rolled your eyes subtly, glaring at the cup. "Not to your liking?" He hummed. "I know you're not much for hot chocolate." You couldn't help but feel rather surprised that he managed to remember such a simple thing. It made you wonder what else he could recall.

"I'm not much for the cold either," you hissed, rather sarcastically. Earning you a soft chuckle from the other. You cupped your hands carefully around the mug, accepting his offer. Though, rather hesitantly. The warmth emitting from the gently painted porcelain heated your iced hands. You couldn't help but feel appreciative for the warmth. Taking a gracious sip from the mug, you look to him, who had taken a seat across from you. Draping one leg over his other as he rested, silently watching you divulge yourself in his creation. Your guard tightened as you lowered the mug, "Did you drug it?" You inquired rather harshly. "Oh, my," the harbinger chuckled. "Whether I did or did not... you trusted me enough to take it, yes?" He cooed. You grit your teeth. Trusted? Well, yes, you did take it, but it was hardly anything close to trust.

Silence filled the room for a few seconds before he sighed. "No, I didn't lace it," he leaned forward, moving his leg from the other as he cupped his hands in front of him. The way he leaned forward, almost over the table making you shift uncomfortably. Despite his plated mask, you could feel his eyes on you. Watching you. Observing you. You stared back, giving him his own treatment as you examined him entirely, his posture, his clothes, every bit of him, the way you could imagine his muscles flexing and moving beneath his shirt, the way his hands rested calmly against each other, imagining the temperature they'd feel like.

"Careful now, you'll break the cup with a grip like that." Your attention was brought back to the doctor as he chuckled. You hadn't noticed how you had begun to grip the cup. You avert your eyes before resting them, sighing as you sat back, your head falling back to rest against the padded cushion of the couch. "You seem a little out of it, hm?" He chimed. You opened your eyes. He had made it behind the couch staring down at you. "How did you -" You started, only to be caught off guard by his hand gently grazing your neck, you flinched. "Go on," he nodded. You swallowed harshly as your curiosity about what they might feel like was fulfilled. They were a gentle cold. You shivered a bit as you felt his finger trail to the indention above your manubrium. You flinched as he applied the slightest of pressure. "What are you doing...?" You growled lowly, your face heating a bit at his gentle touch.

"Feeling your heartbeat," He hummed. "Did you know that was possible here? Directly above your manubrium, there is a gap between the clavicals, also known as the suprasternal notch, or as you might know better, the jugular notch, it's visible externally."

You glared up at him, irritated by his sudden lesson on the human anatomy. You opened your mouth to bite back a response, only to quickly close it as he dug his finger in a bit more, the uncomfortable pressure rendering you silent, your heart sped up a bit.

"It's unguarded. I can feel your heartbeat best from here," he smiled. You grit your teeth as his smile grew. "Are you afraid?" He asked, his gaze that was so transfixed on your neck lowered to meet yours, releasing the pressure. Your eyebrows furrowed in disdain. "I have every right to be, with you touching me without my permission," you snap. Dottore hummed curiously, "And yet, you haven't moved from my reach?"

You flinch at his response. He was right, you knew he was, but the cold sensation from his hands felt good against your skin, despite your lack of affection for the cold weather. The contrast between him and your body heat felt calming somehow. You felt his hand suddenly wrap around your neck, causing you to gasp in surprise. "Did you know the neck is a very sensitive and vulnerable area? There's even a risk when choking someone, for example..." you felt his fingers press into your carotid artery. You breathe in a sharp intake of breath, dropping the mug on the floor with a shatter as your hands flew up to grab his, attempting to pry his fingers from your throat, only for his point of pressure to switch, his palm hitting your windpipe. "F-fuck off-!" You choke out, his grip releasing you entirely. You gasp out, catching your breath and rubbing your neck softly as you glared above at him. "Fucking prick..." you growl, a hot sensation tingling your thigh as you remove your eyes from him. "Fuck..." You sneer at your coffee soaked pants, you hadn't even realized the hot liquid in the heat of the moment. Let alone the shattered porcelain littering the ground, but you could care less about that.

Dottore seemed to hum contently as he found his way back around the couch, inspecting the incident. You wholeheartedly expected him to get mad and scold you. At least you hoped, you hoped he's kick you out...but that didn't seem to be the case. Dottore huffed before looking back at you, "I'll get you a spare set of clothes, don't worry about the mess," he nodded. You raised a curious eyebrow. "No, don't. I'm going home," you shoot back, sitting up and pushing past him to stand. You head for the door, grabbing your coat on your way. Weird, he wasn't objecting, but you shrugged it off. You reached the door and took hold of the handle before stopping. Right. The weather had gotten worse upon your arrival. You turn and glance back at the male. Dottore stood comfortably next to the couch, his hand resting against his hip as he watched you, a sly smirk teasing his face. You groan, silently cursing both him and the weather. Of course, he had planned to keep you stuck here through the weather. You set your coat back on the rack, turning and walking back to him.

"Large," you huffed. Dottore nodded, smiling triumphantly as he walked off. You took a seat away from the coffee spill resting your head in your hand. Praying to the Archons that the weather would let up soon. It was unpredictable how long the blizzard would last, but you hoped it wouldn't be long.

You'd managed to fall asleep before he had returned, unaware of the stress and exhaustion that had been weighing down on you.

Dottore returned, a set of clothes draped over his forearm. Humming softly before stopping as he spotted you, sleeping comfortably on the couch. The doctor chuckled, setting the clothes on the coffee table before heading to the hall closet, grabbing a dust pan and broom to sweep up the glass before cleaning the coffee to keep it from seeping any deeper into the floor boards.

You were startled awake by the feeling of something cold touching your forearm, you quickly jerked it back, "What in Teyvat are you doing?" You questioned the doctor who had been resting his hand against your arm. "Good, you're awake, I was beginning to think I'd have to change you myself," he smirked. You scowled, "I didn't think you were the type to advance on someone who was asleep."

Dottore hummed curiously, "Oh my~ I'd never do such a thing, dear. Besides, you were sleeping so calmly, I was almost convinced you were deceased."

You roll your eyes at his remark, spotting the clothes before leaning forward, glancing at the floor carefully to avoid glass. Only to realize it was no longer there. You were hardly a heavy sleeper, so how had he managed to not disrupt you while cleaning? You shrug it off, standing up and stretching your arms. "Bathroom?" You asked sharply. Less irritated than before. It appeared getting some sleep managed to alleviate a good chunk of your irritation. Dottore nodded down the hall to a room on the left. You picked up the clothes, taking them with you as you made your way to the room. Flicking the light on and glancing back at Dottore who had vanished into the depths of his abode once again. You closed the door, making sure to lock it before examining the room. It was indeed a bathroom, but, you found it looking rather pristine and polished, almost as if it was brand new. Even the mirror above the sink was cleaner than ever. You were appreciative that he was clean at least. You undressed, slipping off your pants first as they were damp from the coffee. Sighing you grabbed a spare rag, doing a half-assed job of wiping down where the spill had made contact before drying it, all before slipping on the pants he had given you. Luckily, the spill hadn't reached high enough up to stain your boxers.

Black sweatpants? You scoffed before dusting yourself down, at least they fit comfortably. You began to work at your shirt. Pulling it above your head and folding it along with your pants. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, sneering at the scars that littered your torso. Quickly you slipped on the shirt he had handed you. You groaned softly, it was rather tight around your torso, fitting your figure snugly. You scoff before setting your folded pants and shirt to the side for later when you'd leave. It took everything in you to not just hunker up in the bathroom, but you eventually made your way out, flicking the light off before exiting back into the living room where Dottore was reading through a folder.

You carefully watched him, sitting further away and averting your eyes. You didn't want any contact with him. "Well, don't you look comfortable~?" Dottore cooed, you rolled your eyes. "Could you be anymore unprofessional?" You stare off to the side, avoiding eye contact.

"What did you need from me anyways?" You sighed, not only did he pull you from an important meeting, now he was wasting your time. The soft echo of rustling snapping you attention back to him. Your eyes widened a bit as they locked with his piercing, crimson set. Never did he take his mask off. You swallowed harshly as your eyes traveled along the flesh surrounding them, torn and scarred beyond belief. The stressed tissue etching slowly into your mind as you unconsciously finished piecing his appearance together.

"Hm? I just thought that since you looked so comfortable, I might as well too~" He chimed, ignoring your question, but you were too distracted to remember. You fought back the urge to reach out and graze the worn flesh. "Is something wrong? You look rather pale." You're brought back to reality, looking away, "It's nothing." Your curiosity grew unbelievably, what happened to him? It looked like a burn, but was that it? Did it hurt? What did it feel like? You stared off once again. Unaware of the rustling this time. Your attention brought back once again as you were startled to find a cold hand against your wrist. Looking over it appeared The Doctor had closed the distance. Your faces mere inches from each other. You gulp, coiling back a bit as you got a much closer look at him. Your hand stayed tense and balled into a fist as he brought it up, placing it against his cheek. You were alarmed by his action, but nonetheless you uncoiled your hand. Gently, your palm pushed against the warmth of his face, your fingers roaming his scar ever so lightly.

"There's that color I missed so much," he hummed, your eyes leaving his scar, meeting with his sharp ruby eyes. You flinch under his gaze, how could such harsh eyes feel so luring at the same time. "My~ Though it's not your usual hue, you've turned rather pink." You knew he was teasing you, but you bit your tongue. Of course you'd be flustered to have the doctor so close and being so gentle at that. Dottore pushed his face more into your touch, you couldn't help but think of it as cute. Your guard had fallen in contrast to when you had first arrived. Your hand tingled slightly at the warmth. Despite his usual demeanor, seeming so cold and harsh, you could very much feel the warmth radiating from him.

"You must be curious, I presume?"

You nod gently, still keeping yourself from speaking. "I'm happy to answer any of your questions, dear..." You raised a curious eyebrow. Why would he do that? He never talked about himself and even if anyone tried to ask, he'd bite back a distasteful response. You watched as the harbinger's smile seemed to grow, probably in response to your blatantly obvious expression of confusion. "You see, I've come to grow a bit of soft spot for you..." You focused on his eyes, startled by the way his name rolled past his lips at the end. Never had he ever called you by your name, but you loved the way it sounded coming from him. "....say it again." You finally mumble, earning a bit of the male's surprise in response. Nonetheless, it rolled out simply once again and then again.

You leaned in a bit, wanting to hear it more closely. In response, he leaned closer to your ear, humming your name one last time, his warm breath tickling your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. You could feel your face burning up. "Satisfied?" He hummed softly, moving back before your hand blocked the back of his head, keeping him in place. You couldn't let him see how flustered you'd gotten at the mere mention of your name...or rather the heat building in your pants.

Unfortunately, he wasn't that dumb. Softly chuckling against your ear he muttered, "If you wanted me to chant your name so much...you should've heard me the nights before~" You flinched, what did he mean by that? Was he...

You swallowed harshly, his hair felt unbelievably silky. Unconsciously intertwining your fingers in his light cobalt mane as you sighed a gentle, "Doctor," in return. You had meant it as some sense of karma. You tensed up a bit as you felt his head pull from your hand before finding the warmth of his lips pressing against your neck. You sighed shakily in return as he began to plant kisses along your neck. This is so...unusual. You couldn't handle the heat anymore. You pulled away from him, grasping his hands and bringing them up to your face. The lack of circulation felt pleasant against your overheating face. You needed more. You couldn't help yourself, directing his hand lower before he pulled from your grip. You looked up at him detestably as he denied you relief. "Ah-ah," he grinned. "I want to see you do it yourself."

Your needy look changed to irritation, glaring daggers at him, locking eyes in a competition for dominance. Your facade quivered before falling. So much for that. You swallowed hard, your face heating up as you moved your hands below you, gently rubbing your erection through the cloth. You grinned as an idea flashed across your mind. The doctor wanted a show, so why not give him one?

You moved further from the doctor, slipping off the sweatpants he'd given you, however, you moved painfully slow. Almost teasingly, as you lifted your legs to slide them the rest of the way down. Tossing them to the side before gently snapping the hem of your boxers against yourself, the gentle sensation causing you to sigh heavily. Your erection so obviously making itself apparent.

You pulled your boxers past your hips to your ankles, eventually tossing them to the side along with the pants. You spread your legs, revealing yourself to the doctor before thrusting two of your own finger into your mouth, your tongue working at them, wetting them enough to serve as a sort of lubricant. You smirked subtly as you watched the doctor, who was now leaning back, watching you in a mix of disbelief and lust.

You pulled your fingers from your mouth aligning them with your hole. Your cock twitching in desperation as you gently prodded into yourself. You let out a gasp as you thrusted your fingers in. Your expression tightening in pleasure as you rolled a bit to the side, closing your legs as you began to move them. Prodding against your walls. It wasn't enough, but you wouldn't dare back down. Putting on more of a show, you whined and moaned, gasping out when you almost reached a spot of immense pleasure. Silently, you cursed your short fingers. You looked back to the man before you, keeping your eyes on him as you worked yourself. Your other hand reaching between your thighs, where you took ahold of your hard-on, rubbing the tip gently. The wave of pleasure hitting you from both sides causing you to moan out, your body flinching.

Releasing your grip from your dick, you smiled at the doctor rather naturally, but that was more so due to the situation at hand and how needy you were beginning to feel. "Is something the matter doctor?" You hummed between soft whines, still finger fucking yourself. You noticed he looked rather irritated, glancing down, you could see his dick poking out of his pants. "Oh~? Does this turn you on, dear doctor? You look so eager to fuck me...perhaps you've fantasized about this exact moment? I wouldn't put it past yo- Mpmmmh..." You were cut short as your fingers pressed into your walls more, you had been moving them unconsciously.

You yelped as you felt a set of hands take ahold of your thighs, pulling your legs open and moving you closer. You pulled your hand from your ass as you grinned. "Did I strike a nerv- NGHH...!" You yelped gently as the doctor's hand took place where yours previously was, his fingers were thin and lengthy. Bringing a different kind of pleasure, a type yours never could. You found the doctors spare hand rising up your shirt, caressing your stomach before teasing your nipple. You covered your mouth with your wrist as you avoided eye contact with the doctor. Unconsciously grinding your hips against his fingers, each movement he mad, they seemed to slide deeper and deeper.

You gasped out as his finger's hit against your most sensitive spot, your hands immediately flying to the doctor's shirt. "Fuck..." You wanted more, more of him, more of this sensation, you wanted to calm the heat rising due to your erection. Your hands slid from his shirt, immediately working on unbuttoning his pants, pulling them and his boxers low enough to where his cock sprung out. It had a good size to it. You heard the doctor chuckle, bringing your attention back to him, his eyes seemed to shine even more than before. You knew well enough how dangerous this man was, that you should've just ran before this happened, but you couldn't go back now. Might as well get the most out of it.

"Fuck me, Dottore. ...Fuck me mercilessly," You whined. The doctor's confident and more relaxed demeanor seemed to falter at the mention of his name. You could read his eyes as his lust grew more animalistic. "And that I'll do..." his voice had dropped an octave, it was laced with seduction and lust and the mere sound of it made you shiver. You were in for it now.

Your pleasured expression grew solid at the sudden absence of his fingers, glaring daggers at him, "Ah, were you enjoying it that much?" He chuckled as he presented his fingers. You grew a bit red in embarrassment. "Do you want me to snap your dick off?" You paused, catching glimpse of his own erection, "Pfft, looks like I won't even have to do anything, it looks like your about to explode without me," You tease, your hand gripping his thick cock at the base. Your hand sliding up and down his length ever so slowly, pre-cum slicking your hand. The doctor let out a few sighs as he shivered at your touch. "I do hope you don't expect me to go as slow as your pumping me..."

You shivered at the thought of him treating you like a fucktoy. You smirked, "I very much agree, I'd be quite disappointed if you had pulled me all the way out here in the middle of my meeting just to waste my time," you scoffed. You had patience, but this man seemed to wear it down quite easily.

You perked up as the doctor let out a low chuckle, "And you're not even the slightest bit scared?" His words were laced with a hint of something similar to warning. It made you think, "Not at all, sex is sex, whether it be with a deranged man like you or not," you grinned.

It was true, sex was in fact sex, it would be the same as any other. If it got the job done, that's all that mattered. Besides, you didn't have much time for such a thing.

The heat in your abdomen grew more as you removed your hand from the harbinger's pulsing cock, the doctor didn't hesitate to push your legs open, aligning himself with ease before thrusting into your hole. You gasped out biting your hand to keep yourself from moaning.

He was in fact big, you could tell that much from the look alone, but to feel the way it pushed against your inner walls, filling you up was exciting. It was as if you could feel the blood rushing through your veins quicker than before thanks to the sudden adrenaline boost.

"Uncover your mouth."

You looked up to see the doctor staring down at you, his eyes fueled with desire making you shiver under his harsh gaze. Unconsciously moving your hand. You watched as the doctor grinned triumphantly. As if he had finally tamed you.

You yelped a bit as he flipped you onto your side, closing your legs before delivering harsh thrusts to the sweet spot he had found just moments earlier. "F-fuck- wait-!" You mewled, your eyes tearing from the feeling of his dick stirring your insides, every thrust driving the tip deeper and deeper into you and hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

With each repeated thrust you could feel the heat build up more, had you ever cum this fast? Your mind was jumbled. The doctor seemed to be enjoying this himself, his eyes watching you carefully as you unfold beneath him, becoming more and more determined to watch you lose your mind over him.

It was clear this wasn't his first time thinking about this, leaving your mind space to wander about his previous statement; What exactly did he think, what was he doing, when was he doing it? How long has he wanted this?

Your moans and yelps grew louder with each thrust, gripping onto the cushion beneath you for purchase. Each of your thoughts flashing as the direct abuse to your sweet spot filled you with ecstasy. You couldn't think. It was becoming more and more unbearable, "Wa-it!" Your voice came out broken and drawn out with pleasure.

Suddenly everything rushed back to you, your heart dropping as the doctor abruptly stopped, you were already so exhausted, was he done already? You didn't get the relief you craved.

Suddenly you felt the doctor drive himself into you once again, he was teasing you. You grit your teeth in irritation. You knew exactly what it was that he wanted, but you wouldn't give it to him. At least you hoped.

Each teasing thrust made you come more and more undone. It was unbearable. "Fuck!" You growled, using spent energy to grab the collar off his shirt and pull him close, popping a button off in the process. "Fuck me, Dottore, let me cum," you demanded.

"Nicely, Dear~"

You sighed, you didn't have time for this, everything already felt so out of order. "Please, please just fuck me! I want to cum, please let me fucking cum!" You whined out.

"There it is...that's a good boy~"

The praise sent a shiver down your spine, or maybe it was just the low coo he delivered with it.

Dottore forced your back against the couch, "Wait- not like-!" You were cut off as he started again, thrusting impossibly faster than before, leaving you to wrap your arms around his back for grounding.

You could hear a sly chuckle as you dug your nails into his back, the cloth bunching uncomfortably at your nails. You found yourself burying your face into his neck, concealing your moans and whines. Had he lowered himself just for this? Whatever, you couldn't care.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum-!" You whined. The cord in your abdomen seemed to tighten unbearably so. You drove a bite into his shoulder, your teeth piercing the cloth to conceal your lewd calls as the cord snapped at once, ecstasy rushing through you.

When your high eased, you relaxed back onto the cushions, tears stained your cheeks and your eyes threatened to close from exhaustion. A familiar icy hand caressed your cheek, wiping away the trail.

You exchanged no words with him, you were much too tired, but it occurred to you he hadn't cum yet. Whatever he did, you were much too spent to fight. You fully expected him to continue, to pound you into the seat and take his fill. So it surprised you when his weight pulled from you.

Your eyes watched him carefully as he dismissed himself into the bathroom. Probably to go and finish what you didn't.

Naturally you would feel disgusted by the sweat and sex that stained your body, but you couldn't stay awake any longer. Your eyes closing carefully with the aid of the bathroom faucet running.

You shuffled around. The sheets below you felt crisp and fresh, everything coming back to you at once, you groaned lightly as your eyes opened, had you been asleep the entire night? You sat up looking around the unfamiliar room. That's right.

You didn't feel gross and sticky, did he clean you? He moved you to the bed? How did he manage to do that while you were asleep? Nonetheless you felt appreciative that he wouldn't just leave you to lay in filth.

Carefully you stood up, balancing yourself against the wall for leverage, of course your legs were exhausted due to the overexertion. Your face flushed as you recalled how you grabbed onto him the night before.

Anxiously you left the room, feeling your way down the corridor, a rustling sound came from the kitchen. It was early, too early for the doctor to still be here.

You stepped into the kitchen, your eyes meeting with the familiarity of the doctors back, or at least, one of his clones.

"How annoying..." you mumbled, turning to leave at once before the clone noticed you, but you were too late.

"Goodmorning."

The familiar ring of the doctors voice hummed eerily in your ear, it was almost spot on. Almost.

"Would you like breakfast?" The clone cooed. "No." You made your way back to the living room.

"Are you sure?"

"Quit following me."

"You should eat."

"Fuck off already!"

"Please rest, master will be back soon."

You cringed at the title, how egotistical. "No, if he wants to see me tell him to wait in line, or just request me since he seems to do that however he pleases anyways." It was annoying how the doctor left one of his pests to take care of you. You could handle yourself and if anything, it would've at least meant more if he cared to do so himself.

You slipped on your boots and made your way for the bathroom, grabbing the clothes you had left before stepping back out. You grabbed your coat and threw it over your shoulders. "Goodbye," you said harshly, slipping out of the door. The last thing you heard before shutting it was the soft hum of the false doctor's voice.

"Dickhead..."

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