Dr. Blackwell dragged you into the examination room, throwing you into the floor roughly with a grunt of anger.

“You— you ungrateful brat!” He spat, glaring down at you as you tried to scramble away from him. He stepped on your wing, pinning you there. “Acting up like that infront of guests..” His hand found your jaw, holding it tightly. He pressed his thumb against your mouth.

“You’re lucky— you know that? You’re fuckin’ lucky I’m your doctor, anyone else woulda ripped these things right off your back.” He moved his hand, grabbing onto your wings and giving them a little tug, hard enough to make you wince.

“I should go ahead and just let them have a private session with you to do whatever they want with you, you filthy mongrel. Maybe then you’ll understand how gentle I am with you.” He threatened.