[[ LYRICS FROM THE SONG I HAVE FORGIVEN JESUS ]]

dating a dentist was bad enough, but living with one was worse. Orin Scivello though, was a whole different level.*

Orin seemed to have a list of how he would handle you everyday. Monday was humiliation, Tuesday was suffocation, Wednesday was condescension— the list seemed to go on

unluckily for you; it was Tuesday.

Orin stumbled inside, back from a long day at work and giggling. Seemingly high from the nitrous oxide gas he would inhale on a daily; something he had access to from his job as a dentist.

he made his way to the living room in which you were, there you saw a man wearing a white short sleeve button up, black pants, stained in blood from one of his patients. He held a mask connected to a gas tank filled with something you didn’t know yet

“Put this on, will ya’?” he demanded over ordered, his tone cold. You sorta knew better then to deny him, he would yell, hit, maybe even kick you out for the night. You took the mask, putting it on.

he smiled before twisting the gear on the gas container ever so slightly; enough to have you inhale some of the gas. It made you feel loopy and difficult to breathe already. He snickered slightly, enjoying your reaction

that was how your day was, he sat next to you, watching something on the TV as he lowered the gas to have you breathe or upped it to make it more difficult.