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[Andrew James Ferris]

Oh, you'd be surprised at how well my fingers work... Andrew thought, biting his lip to hide a chuckle. He worked his hands on her shoulders and neck, targeting the worst areas of tension. He had always been a skilled masseuse, as his father had taught him. "It's only part of being a good doctor. You'd be surprised at how many ailments are caused by back alignment problems." He could still hear it in his father's voice.

"What do you mean?" Andrew chuckled, thinking about all the women he'd "opened up." He held back a shiver, just imagining what he could open Sheila up to. "Well, I mean, the nurses and female patients have never reported anything, nor shown any signs of being uncomfortable towards me. When working, I am beyond professional." He leaned his head around her shoulder so she could see the genuine smile on his face.

Andrew stopped a moment, his smile slowly fading. He stared into her eyes, leaning even closer. All he could think about was how close they were, and how warm she was, and how her pattern of breathing matched his. He wanted her, and now. He just knew he couldn't rush into anything, she was much smarter than that. He left his face just inches from hers, staring into her eyes.

[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila blushed slightly at his dodging of her question and his fancy handy work. "You are good at this. She commented, instantly fighting back a smile.
When he leaned forward to smile at her, she couldn't help to to relay the cheeky grin back to him. His smile was adorable, and it was enough to make her blush like a small school girl.

She thought back to their situation. Two members of the staff, escaping their work in a rarely used supply closet. A small giggle left her crimson lips, how odd could situations get.
You've been in filthier. her brain teased, reminding her of parked cars, alley ways, cheap motels and public park benches. Pain entered her head, making her head pulse. She hated herself for what she did with those men, but she hated herself even more because she couldn't forget or forgive herself. No matter how many showers she took. how many times she drank the thought of her old life away, she never felt clean or okay.

As her thoughts poured in, she noticed Dr. Ferris hadn't pulled back from his position, but rather he was staying there, lingering above her like an teenage boy ready to have his first kiss.

"Dr. Ferris....you don't want to do that..." Sheila's usual playful voice was now meek and helpless, begging him to step away from her unclean and ungodly form. She wanted nothing more than to find comfort in an established man such as Dr. Ferris, but her self-esteem was too low to even attempt to think they could ever find comfort in herself.

"I'm sorry." She said, turning to face him full-front, her body closer to him now.

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[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew's eyebrows knit together and he fought off a huff. That was the worst thing about women, they were always so fragile. Sometimes he wished he didn't make such a caring charade for himself. If he wasn't so worried about his job, he would've hit her, or forced her down. Instead, he looked into her eyes with worried affection.

"Are you okay? Sheila, I know that this sort of thing just happens, but I don't think less of you. I'm sorry I came on so strong. You're not to blame." Andrew took her hands, giving her a meek smile. "Ms. Bradel, you're a wonderful person. I feel bad for trying to take advantage of that."

His faux sincerity was flawless, and he could've cheered. For the final touch, he brought one of her hands up, giving it a small kiss. Andrew looked back up at her, his smile now full and genuine.

[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila fought off a laugh, leaving her with a wide grin. He really thought their current situation made her feel meek? He must be new at this.
"Listen, Dr. Ferris, our current situation is not my problem, nor is it ours." A wonderful person? Who was he kidding? She'd been told she was wonderful before...

Without warning or really any thought, Sheila leaned forward, kissing Dr. Ferris as hard as she could. Maybe then he could taste the other men and the drowning alcohol and find this to be a horrible idea. She liked her men unattached, completely vacant. Dr. Ferris was observant and good at his own handy work. Sheila had to know he was real, to know that finally a man wanted her, a real man.

Sheila pulled away, breathing heavier than before.

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[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew could have laughed. She was confusing, but he was smarter than that. She was acting like an insecure girl with a dark past. When she kissed him, it took him by surprise. It was an odd move, but he was definitely rolling with it.

Andrew watched her as she leaned away, a little shocked. Instead of responding with words, he moved into her, kissing her back. He moved into her, his eyes closing. An arm wrapped around her waist. He pulled away for a moment, breathing hard.

[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila took his forceful move as a way of letting her know he too was finished talking. A smile graced her lips when he moved away from her. From the outside, she knew he would think of this as his own victory, but Sheila was no victim. This is exactly what she needed, what she had been craving for a few weeks. The creepy older men and the night guards were only victims of her teasing, but now she was glad she could fully release her charm on someone.

"Dr. Ferris! This is completely against staff policy." Her fake southern accent swirled around them along with her low roars of laughter at her own crude joke.

Sheila moved as close as she could to him, her arms wrapping around his neck and into his blonde mop of hair. She gave it a small tug, forcing his head down to her to kiss him again. Before they kissed, she noticed a sloppy amount of red lipstick had rubbed off on his chin and the side of his mouth. A giggle was all she managed to get out before crashing her lips onto his once more.

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[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew laughed at her comment, wrapped tight around her. "Oh, alert the authorities..." He growled, as she tugged on her hair. His whole body moved into her, his back arching with the kiss. His arms wrapped around her waist.

Andrew slowly moved so he was leaning on top of her. He broke the kiss so they could breathe, and began leaving a trail of neat but wet kisses down her neck. "Ms. Bradel, you are a bad, bad nurse..." He growled into her ear, holding onto her tighter.

He nibbled on her ear, giggling slightly. Andrew moved back to her mouth then, kissing her quick, then stopping to nibble on her bottom lip. Sheila was as sweet as candy, with an attraction unlike many others at the asylum. Andrew pulled away to grin smugly at her.

[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila grinned as he nearly tried to devour her, every nerve in her body tingled. The thought of being caught, walked in on, and the fact that they were in a shady supply closet, made her feel like she was in high school, making out with her first boyfriend. It thrilled her more than the kisses themselves.

"Tell me something i don't know..." Sheila replied smugly to his comment, closing her eyes as he kissed her and bit her lip. It was like he couldn't get enough of her.
Sheila moved back, pulling him with her. She sat on the empty part of the old computer desk, pulling Dr. Ferris to her with a tug of his belt.

Sheila put a finger to her lips, making a 'shhh' sound before giggling and giving him a huge smile. She pulled his face to hers, kissing him again on the mouth and then trailing to his neck to return to favor. She bit him, creating small bruised areas on his lower neck near his collarbone. In her mind she thought of them as reminders. Now, for the next week or so, he'd know she was still there, on his skin. Sheila was always big on leaving an impression.

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[Andrew James Ferris]

Doctor Ferris followed Sheila to the desk. He grinned smugly as she kissed on him. When she bit his neck, he growled low and deep, his eyes closing. Oh how Andrew liked the biters. It was like a serial killer taking a finger or pair of panties from one of his victims. Rather than severed limbs or soiled undergarments, he gained bruises, hickeys, and scratches. He loved it.

Andrew wrapped his arms around her, one hand reaching up to tug at her hair. He leaned down and kissed her furiously, his body hungering for her. He pulled her as close as he could, moving with the kiss. Andrew pulled away, gasping for air. He buried his face in the soft skin of her neck, kissing and sucking and biting. Andrew's hands slowly raked down her back.

[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila fought his aggressiveness with her own, understand and feeling how badly he wanted this. It was a turn on, no doubt, but it was also something more. Sheila felt powerful like this, wrapped in the arms of a ravenous male dominate who wanted nothing more than to separate all inches between their skin. This man wasn't a creepy scumbag who could only get sex if he paid for it, no, this man was a well-to-do doctor and was handsome enough to cause any woman to look twice. Finally, she was moving away from her past.

While he kissed her neck, she thought of something to say, but nothing seemed to fit the conversation. "No wonder your patients are so well behaved." Who said that? Did Sheila say that? Sheila's eyes grew wide as he stopped and pulled away.

Oh shit.... Sheila and her stupid mouth.

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[Andrew James Ferris]

At her words, Andrew stopped. Anger grew in his head as he thought about what she said. Did she know, or was she just assuming? He pushed away, glaring at her, a fire burning behind his eyes. His hands gripped the tops of her arms hard. "What did you say?"

For some reason, he was seething. Something he could have brushed off and covered up was now crawling under his skin. Andrew felt himself flying off the handle. Without warning, he glared into Sheila's eyes, projecting horrifying delusions. He saw them as she did.

It was Sheila, covered in blood, her abdomen clawed open. She said nothing, but stumbled towards them, behind Andrew. Behind the ripped up Sheila was himself, his hands deformed into terrifying claws, and a large, jagged toothed smile on his lips. From somewhere inside his chest came a laugh. It sounded more like a gasping or gurgling, like he was drowning. His mouth opened, and blood started oozing from his mouth, spurting and bubbling with the laughter.

Soon, the scene folded, and they were left alone, staring at each other. The scene left Andrew with a wicked grin on his face, and Sheila in a catatonic stare. Andrew leaned in, his lips on her ear. "No, that's why they're so well behaved." He chuckled, but somewhere inside of his mind, he was kicking himself. Now someone knew. Someone who could jeopardize his position. Why was he so goddamned happy?

[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila's eyes grew wide in fear and confusion as his voice went dark. He asked rhetorically what she said, and Sheila knew not to repeat herself. As he glared into her eyes, his deep brown pools turned hauntingly black. She tried looking away, but instead she was fixed on the image behind him. It was herself, bloody and tore, crying. She grabbed at her stomach, her eyes wide with fear. She then noticed the man behind her image. It was Dr. Ferris, clawed hands, bloody and disgusting. Sheila tried to close her eyes, but she couldn't, not after Andrew spoke about how that was why he was successful. When she images stopped, she glanced up at him, her bright blue eyes wider than ever.

"You're....you're...." She couldn't find words. Evil? The Devil? Sick? Wicked? Nothing fit. Something wasn't right about any of those.

Sheila stood, glancing at him and the door, deciding her next move. She knew if she ran, he'd catch her and he could harm her a great deal. Instead, she put her hands on his chest and shoved with all her might, sending him backwards into a shelf of glass jars and bottles.

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[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew watched the terror and indecision flash over her face. He was prepared to catch her if she ran, and waited idly. He stood with her, expecting her to make a move. When she pushed him, he just laughed, the sound deep and angry. He flew at her, shoving her to the ground. "Look, you ignorant slut, try to squirm again and I'll either a, beat the shit out of you; or b, bring back my little 'friends.'"

Andrew got on top of her, holding down her arms. "Come on, Sheila, I know you want it." His voice was a sinister purr, as he rolled his hips into hers. He had failed at having her the hard way, now he'd take the easy way out and skip all of the 'formalities.' He was used to raping women at this point. He felt no remorse, and had something to hold over their heads.

Andrew kissed Sheila hard, not caring if she struggled. He attacked her with ferocity, using his body weight to keep her down as his hands explored her body. He groaned with lust, not able to work as quick as he wanted. His hands began to tear at her top feverishly.

[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila's eyes grew wide with anger and disbelief. Her past was becoming her present now, taking her back to the parked cars, dirty motel rooms and alleyways. No one called her a slut anymore, because she wasn't. His threat didn't register to her. His power was scary, but the only thing she had left to lose was herself. Sheila squirmed against him as he pinned her. Sheila then remembered the small bottle of chloroform in her pocket. As he teased her and began to take what he wanted, he let go of her hands, giving her enough to to reach in her pocket.

"This could've worked in your favor if you hadn't been a dick." She grunted out, slinging the bottle to the back of his head before turning her face away from the glass.
The bottle broke, sending shards of glass and spatters of the liquid everywhere. When he rolled off of her, she wiggled from under him, running to the door and jerking it open. She then realized she had to make it down the hall before anyone could see or hear her. Slipping on her tights, she ran down the white hallway, not bothering to scream yet. First she needed to hide in case he was after her already.

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[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew fell back as the bottle cracked his skull. He growled, a hand flying up to feel the new wound. A small trickle of blood matted some of his hair. Immediately, Andrew recognized the fumes which came from the bottle. Chloroform. Fuck. He stood, stumbling a little as he tried not to inhale. He shook himself off, being sure to wipe away any of the liquid near his face.

Andrew took off after her, still stumbling a little. He threw the door open, making it halfway down the hall. He breathed heavily, and could still smell the fumes. His mind went a little foggy, but he pushed on, running after her. "SHEILA!" He yelled, trying to run straight. Luckily, most everyone would still be at dinner. She'd have no one to run to.