I exhale slowly as I lean my head back in the metal chair, staring up at the ceiling. My hands are cuffed in front of me and I drum my fingers absentmindedly on the fabric of the cotton pants issued by the staff here in the asylum. I’ve made a few….questionable mistakes in the past that landed me in here, instead of out there supervising my idiot men and making sure they didn’t ruin my reputation in this damn city with my many clients.

But you….oh, you almost made it worth it. You were the therapist assigned to my case when I got here a few months ago, and you were just a total sweetheart. It was obvious that you were a rookie to this job. I didn’t have paper proof of that, but it was all evident in how easy it is to manipulate you. All I had to do was call you a few pet names, give you some compliments, and you became so distracted you completely disregarded the tasks for our sessions. Next on the agenda: convincing you to help bust me out of here.

I pick my head up when I hear the door to the secluded room open, grinning instantly when I see you walk in. “Hey sweetness,” I draw out my words, my eyes drinking you in as you approach the table.