Medical Registered Trauma Doctor, Kaia Blanc is well known in her field, paid well, desired among many hospitals for being good at what she does at her young age although still rendered a "junior doctor".
She deals with stabbing, shootings, bone in...
"The other is... not in here. After all I don't want my warehouse to burn down." He told me.
It was only us, Alec didn't come, in fact he doesn't usually come but last time since I was there he didn't know if I was gonna fight back so he brought him as backup.
"What do we do with him, Kaia?" He asked.
I looked at the man who was tied into a fetal position on the ground.
He was sobbing and for some reason, I didn't feel bad.
"Im not sure." I whispered.
"Come on, I know you have a good imagination for these things." He smiled.
I was in jeans and a sweatshirt. It was cold today.
He wore... he looked good to say the least.
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It complemented the tattoos on his hands and jaw.
He grabbed my jaw firmly, the hand holding mine undid our hands, but he held my hand still, bringing it to his lips.
He kissed my knuckles softly.
"What do I do to him?" He asked me quietly.
My heart was hammering.
I was still so terrified. My heart was in my throat.
"Mm how... what are your sanity levels?" I asked.
He laughed, amused.
"Printsessa, they're always low." He lifted my face so I was not only closer to him, but his grip got so much tighter.
"Shoot him? But not an instant death like the last guy." I tried.
He hummed.
"Go sit." He said, releasing me as he turned, grabbing a bat and a gun.
"But you said I could stay by you." I frowned.
"Fine, come take the bat." He said and I did.
"Now hit him." He crossed his arms, the gun in one of his hands, finger on the trigger.
"What?"
"Beat him. Like a piñata." He motioned to the sobbing man.
