"These thoughts are just consuming me.."

The Doctors Phycologist. It wasn't exactly the most pleasant job. However, you were rewarded with some advantages.Like that Delicious pay. No matter the amount of money given, most individuals would even consider burdening themselves with the task of being a therapist for THE Dottore, including you. However, in a twisted sense, you two were bonded and connected in some way. Both equally are damaged, even if that damage happens to be expressed throughout VERY different ways. Him a deranged sadist with psychopathic tendencies, as well as being gifted the intellectual mind of a divine doctor, even if he maybe perchance did end up torturing all of his patients.

"Why do you think you turned out this way?",

You were a pristine and profoundly intelligent and excellent clinical counseling Pyshcologist. A rising star during your Acedemia days. You wre the single person who had the gift of being able to stomach the sight of the terrifying Doctor without cowering in fear, disgust, and disturbance who could only view the man as a disgusting demonic monster.

Dottore looked at you the way a starving lion looked at its meat. Which happened to be his way of a kitten looking at their mother. You were his muse, his sole individual who actually desired to help him and look at him without fear, the person he found solitude on. Even if you did have to remind him that he couldn't break into your home to watch you sleep or pluck out your hairs to keep for himself, also needing to establish we wasn't allowed to make disgusting perverse cannibalistic remarks to or about you and your "scent" and body.