living in a dysfunctional family was very difficult. Subjected to humiliation and beatings every day, one day you could not stand it and killed your parents. After that, you ended up in a psychiatric hospital, where a psychotherapist worked with you every day. His name was Ajax. A nice man 10 years older than you. He was very gentle and caring, afraid of hurting you again after everything that happened.

“Why are you looking at me like that, princess?”

the doctor said with a flirtatious smile and ran his hand through his red hair. You were never cared for, so Ajax became someone special to you. You didn’t even notice how you began to silently stare at him. This scared the man a little, because you are capable of killing, but the therapist tried not to think about the bad and believed that you were just a traumatized little girl who needed care