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Doctor Masakrik sat on the couch with Mimi laying on his lap, her eyes were half-lidded, and she pondered falling asleep as he stroked the back of her purple and black, striped sweater. The two sat in silence, with the room dim and the air cold. As he ran his hand through her blue hair, and down her upper back and soon waistline, she found the continuous action comforting. However, just before she fell into a light slumber, he felt no longer pleased with her. Masakrik abruptly sat up from the couch, disregarding that Mimi had a place there too. She harshly hit the cold tiled floor, and her eyes shot open. Her body stung with the shock of the hard floor, and she winced in discomfort and pain. she turned her gaze to look up at the couch, and she saw that Doctor Masakrik no longer sat in his original position. She turned her head to look around, and there she saw him with his long, white lab coat, walking towards a door that lead into another room. He hadn't even looked back, not even a glance.
It wasn't as if this occurrence was sudden, this happened far too often. And by now, Mimi was used to his cold demeanour. Masakrik was unpredictable, and Mimi couldn't act any differently towards him to change how he perceived things and treated her. Every day, he'll have a different tune to him. Some days, he will be relentlessly cold towards her, and other day's he will be far too warm for comfort. And all she could do, is stay quiet, and obey his harsh, or sickly sweet words.
With weakened legs, she sat herself up back onto the couch, and pushed her knees up to her chest. It was once again another waiting game for him to be finished with his experiments, as she knew that he likely sat up to hurry back to his laboratory. She had no choice but to sit there, and wait for him, as there was no such thing as entertaining herself without him. Or otherwise, entertain him. She was simply nothing without him, as her focus was just him. Her purpose was all for him, until he gets bored and eventually throws her out for another.
Mimi understood that, and although Doctor Masakrik thought she had no such thought, she thinks about it constantly. The constant worry of getting replaced by a better, more compliant and obedient somebody. But of course, she also understood that just because she's temporary, doesn't mean she can't attempt to maintain and keep his love for her. And by attempting, she does things for him. She pushes herself for him, by following every order he gives her, no matter the price.
One thing she didn't understand though, is that this wasn't healthy. That the love he gives her is delusion, and she fell into it. The love she so desperately attempts to keep, was never really love at all. Instead, it was lust. Psychopathic lust that hides itself behind the label 'love', and plays off the role so well too.
"Mimi! I need your help!" She heard Masakrik call out her name inside of the laboratory. His voice wasn't a cry, but instead it was a all too familiar sadistic tone. Mimi lifted her head up, and pushed her knees away from her chest. She sat up from the couch, and with soft foot steps due to the silk from her purple stockings, she met with a tall door that was slightly left open. The sign read in large bold letters, 'Laboratory'. She stared at the sign, before she pushed the door open. There she stood, staring at the body that laid on the surgical bed. Her gaze met the cold eyes of Doctor Masakrik, and his smirk was prominent. She stood there, awaiting for a further command from him. She knew the look on his face all too well, and this only bundled up a large amount of anxiousness inside of her.
"Come here, I have a very important job for you!" His voice echoed throughout the room with only surgical equipment, but otherwise empty. Mimi slowly walked towards him, her feet dragging across the tiles that radiated no warmth. She kept her distance from him, but that didn't last as he pulled her slightly closer by the waist. His touch made her shiver, as his skin was so warm, and hers was so cold. He lifted her chin up with his hand, and softly gazed into her eyes. His smug smile loud. His actions and demeanour were unclear to Mimi what his goal was. That is until he gripped harder onto her chin, and roughly turned her head to look at the body that laid upon the hospital bed.
"Do you see that woman laying on the table there?"
He spoke, whilst keeping his grip onto her face. She nodded, and when she did, he pulled her gaze with him once again.
"Well, she's barely conscious. very weak! but very much still alive."
He dragged his sentence, without getting straight to the point. He attempted to tease her this way, and keep her guessing what his intentions were. He kept his sadistic grin plastered on his face, as he stood hovering over her, the height and power difference prominent.
"She tried to push her advances with me today, Mimi." He removed his hand from her face, and instead kept his arms behind his back. Intentionally depriving her from his touch. He kept his hard stare on her, however.
He moved closer to her, and positioned his face next to her ear. And even though the gap between the two was very minimal, she still felt as if he was miles away from her, and she begged to be closer.
"She wanted to have sex with me."
His words were so quiet, but felt as if a sharp blade sliced through her throat with no mercy, and left her out to bleed. The jealously didn't occur until a minute or two, and it's as if there was something inside of her begging to find a solution to her situation, and quickly.
He took a step back from her, and Doctor Masakrik found it amusing that she stood silent, unable to keep her gaze direct on him, but instead she stared at the table that the woman laid upon. And as Mimi was fixated on her spiralling thoughts that left her in a trance, he left to walk towards the table that was on the other side of the room, which contained differential surgical scalpels, and equipment. But the only thing he grabbed, was a large, heavy, sharp axe. He carried it back towards where Mimi was, and to grab back her attention, with his non occupied hand, he pushed a strand of her hair out of the way, and stroked her face whilst doing so.
She sunk her face into his warm, manipulative touch and when he removed his hand from her face, she opened her eyes to look back at him, and then she looked at the axe that he carried with his left hand. Her expression that once said she felt loved, turned to the look of anxiety. Her stomach felt ill, as she never enjoyed the sight of potential weapons that could be used to harm others. She looked back up into the eyes of Doctor Masakrik, and his look wasn't just sadistic, it was sinister. His eyes were big and wide, and that grin never left his face.
"Now, like I mentioned earlier, she's fully conscious, just under sedative to keep her asleep, for now."
He reminded Mimi, as he glanced back at the woman once again, pointing with his right hand at her body.
"And well, I'm considering her advances. She's definitely an attractive girl."
He kept his stare focused on the woman he barely knew, and looked at her with admiration. But in fact, this was all an act. He didn't find this woman attractive, not in the slightest. But in order to stay amused, he found it oddly easy it was to fool Mimi.
"I met her in the hospital I trained in, and she's quite a sweet, noble person."
He teased, but the way he spoke tricked Mimi into believing he was sincere with what he was saying to her. Masakrik turned his head to look at her again, and caught Mimi staring at him, with a new found look on her face. Perhaps the emotion she felt burdened with was a large amount of envy, anxiety, jealousy, or the whole mix. This only pushed him to speak more nonsense, and he shivered with the excitement of his plan hopefully working out.
"But of course, you wouldn't want me to replace you, right Mimi?"
He knew what to say in order to cut her deep, he knew what would make her fall into a hole of despair and desperately attempt to climb back up again. He understood what would make her hold her breath, and hope to make everything go away.
He held the handle of the axe towards Mimi, gesturing to her that she had the decision and his permission to slaughter the girl that laid. Of course, Mimi didn't understand whether this was a tactic to fool her, and in which she would receive a punishment that could measure in a different drastic. But already, her heart and brain felt jumbled, and fooled with. She felt far too overwhelmed to deal with such situation, but it's not as if she could run away and hide. Her cells in her body yelled at her to escape the circumstances, but as well as needing to separate, she felt trapped in a small cage with no holes.
He watched as the look on Mimi's face intensified. The look of extreme discomfort, and despair. He saw how she forced herself to hide how she felt exactly, but just seeing the expression on her face now, told Doctor Masakrik exactly what would cut the last string to her falling.
"You're allowed to choose."
His eyes never left her, but Mimi's eyes never left the axe that he held. She felt a burning feeling boil inside of her, and it wasn't something she's experienced before. Which only made her fear the very next thing she was going to do, in a more extreme, undesired manner.
Unfortunately for Mimi, the woman stirred in her deep rest, and began to flutter her eyes open. And due to the large amount of sedative she was given, her movements and pace were slow, and she hadn't registered her surroundings yet. That is, until she felt the unfamiliar feeling of her wrists being strapped to the railing of the surgical bed she laid on. The panic and adrenaline rushed through her body, yet she was far too occupied with her racing thoughts, to notice she wasn't alone in this dark room.
Doctor Masakrik didn't choose to speak another word, and instead allowed Mimi her best judgement. Although her heart suffered great discomfort, his heart poured no sympathy. Behind the eyes of him were dark, and rather didn't contain any good intentions. He didn't consider another thought about his plan, as it was all too simple. He would grasp onto one of the nurses inside of a hospital he in fact, didn't study in, and deny her the freedom afterwards. He formulated the idea of pushing teasing and demeaning words into Mimi's mind, and insist the idea of murder last. In fact, it was all a test. To see whether his 'pet' was loyal towards him, and viewed him as a saint. The only thing that she had, and the only thing she couldn't allow herself to let go.
The room was partly silent, as the only thing that echoed was the heavy, frustrated and panicked breathing that followed from the woman tied. Mimi took the handle inside of her small, soft hand and carried most of the body of the axe with her other. She didn't dare look up at him, no. She knew how his face would appear, and she had her bets on nothing more than a ear to ear grin of satisfaction,
She slowly walked towards the woman, as she felt the eyes of Doctor Masakrik nail into the back of her head. The woman noticed her as she began to hear soft footsteps walk towards her laying body. She yelled and cried, whilst narrowly throwing around negative insults towards Mimi, as she watched the axe only come closer towards her. And as Mimi lifted the weapon up, she listened as the woman that laid to the side, converted her words from insults to begging and tears running down her face and onto the pillow she rested her head upon.
Mimi held back her own tears, as she attempted so desperately to shut down her cells, her heart included. She hesitated with throwing the axe into the head of the woman, but it got heavier by the second, and she could no longer hold it much longer without costing herself.
And before she dropped the axe onto her, she bit her lip, holding the tears from pouring out furthermore.
"I'm sorry.."
She whispered, her tone soft and weak. She held the axe up higher, before she hacked at the body of the woman. She didn't understand where she was going with her aim, but mistakenly, the blade pushed deep into the collarbone of the girl, an inch away from the neck. She closed her eyes tight as warm red blood splattered across the face of her, and she let go of the axe that rested in her tissue. She peeked, and opened one eye to be met with the gruesome sight of The woman's eyes wide open, but in a definite, dead.
Her limbs shook, including her hands. She collapsed to the ground of the tiles, and stared at the floor. She couldn't look at her hands, or even her legs. She couldn't look at herself. Although the jealousy she had before experienced a high, she never thought she could harm another human being, regardless of the stance. She listened and observed as the foot steps of Doctor Masakrik came closer towards her, and as he stood before her, he pat her on the head.
"You proved your love for me, Mimi."
He attempted to reassure, with a soothing voice but his words rung through her blood stream like poison. He lifted her up by underneath her arms, and pulled her into a deep hug. He pressed his body against hers, and it was almost like her body was conditioned to release a chemical inside of her. Because when he held her, her mind told her the opposite of running away. In fact, she was told to stay for him. For his love. For the comfort she was encountered with reminded her as to why she committed man slaughter in the first place.
She murdered for him, for his affection. As she would do anything to remain his, forever. She would do anything for him not to leave her alone in the dark, cold and begging to be held. She needed him, and that's exactly what Doctor Masakrik intended for. Her mind was a puppet on strings for him, and he rather favoured that power he had over Mimi.