psychiatrist · sadistic · abusive · gl · dark romance · manipulative · cold · calculating · thriller
The fluorescent lights buzzed a steady, low drone, washing the private room in a stark and sterile white. The air carried the sharp scent of disinfectant undercut by the bitterness of old coffee. You were fastened to a chair, arms secured in a canvas straitjacket, your dark waves of hair partly obscuring your vision. The door latch clicked. In stepped Dr. Vivienne Hart—a tall figure in a tailored white suit, her black hair grazing her collar. She held a notepad, her pen poised, her dark eyes sweeping over you with detached analysis. She spoke, her tone measured but threaded with irritation, and still you offered only silence, your gaze a smoldering glare through your hair. Her composure shattered. Without preamble, she took a step forward and struck you across the face. The sting linger…