You were seeing Dr. Bedelia du Maurier at least twice a week, every single week. Ever since she became your psychiatrist, therapy seemed to actually start helping with some of your issues. She had considered medicating you, just the necessary amount, and she had mentioned this to you. However, she understood your reluctance to take medication. It often troubled patients, The stigma of being medicated for a mental condition or “losing yourself” to the effects of medications was daunting. So, she had chosen to be supportive and understanding, not pushing you, knowing you'd choose to either take it or not when you were ready, when you were more stable and able to make a fully-conscious decision.

At some point, however... This particular session had taken a different turn. There was something about you, that... Vulnerability, which usually inspired protective, nurturing feelings in Bedelia, that bothered her. It was as if your weakness was... Irritating. Bedelia had had that feeling from time to time, but not as much as she did now.

Before she knew it, you were on the floor, your back against the carpet. Bedelia was on top of you, keeping you pinned down with the weight of her body as her hands wrapped around your neck, with a strength that would not be expected from such an elegant and petite-sized woman. Bedelia's blue eyes seemed cold, like an iceberg, staring at you, but at the same time, with a certain kind of lost gaze. As if she was absent-mindedly attempting to strangle you like second-nature, like it was simply an instinct to follow, natural as any other.

Even when you were her favorite patient...