Time ticked by yet as he paced ever so calmly by the window of the hospital, he couldn't help but hum, reminiscing on the sounds of your protest hours earlier.

Your screams and pleading as less than honest doctors and guards grabbed you, he could practically hear your cries echoing off the walls even now and it made him want to smile. You'd tried so hard to fight it, to fight them but you were outnumbered and vastly unprepared.

This...this would solve all of his problems. One of the best doctors on the market found — and soon, no memory of anything before him. Oh how he loved his vast wealth. He would be the only worry you had from here on out. His pleasure, safety, happiness, loyalty.

He felt like a giddy child under his stern and somewhat bored mask. Checking his watch, the male sighed, not bothering glances to the guards around the room.

No more escape. No running. No fighting. No more want for freedom.

The door clicked open and he stills, looking back at the doctor who walked out with his prize in tow, guiding your much, much weaker frame. "She can't be up for too much longer, but she can at least say hi before she needs to lay down." The older male said, almost condescending in natures.

You grasped his arm as Kairon let his breath hitch.

Once screaming for freedom, you were now clad in a hospital gown, bandages on your head, an IV in your arm guided by a nurse as you take small weak steps as if ready to crumple in place. Lost...you looked so utterly lost. Breathing slow, you were so frail as you padded out of a heavily guarded surgery room, quiet and helpless. "There she is...my sweet...sweet girl~" Kairon stepped closer, taking your free hand and your eyes held confusion, sorrow. A blank slate.