1-Devilish

1-Devilish

The morning sun slowly rose over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the world below. Birds chirped merrily in the trees, their sweet melodies carried on a gentle breeze that stirred the leaves.

In the distance, a faint smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of blooming flowers. The world seemed alive and vibrant, teeming with life and possibility.

As she sat on her bed with a book in hand, the soft morning light illuminated the pages, casting a gentle warmth on her face. The words seemed to come alive, the characters leaping off the page and into her imagination that comes with reading all the bright places.

In the soft white-gold light of the new day, the hues of the bedroom move from impressionist pastels to brilliant pop art.

With her eyes were like pools of darkness that anyone mercilessly fell into because he had a sweet tooth.

Her skin was perfect, completely flawless even, the perfect shade of ivory with a softness that drove anyone mad. It was pretty obvious for anyone with a set of eyes to see how well she took care of herself daily.

Her dark hair flowed effortlessly down past her shoulders as Jennifer's vivid descriptions of the world around her were a perfect match for the beautiful morning unfolding before her. She could almost see the characters walking through the same fields, breathing in the same scents, and feeling the same warmth on their skin.

As she read, the world around her faded away, and she was transported to a different time and place, where anything was possible. The characters became her friends, and their stories became her own.

She savored every word, lost in the beautiful prose, and when she finally looked up, the world had transformed once again. The sun was high in the sky, and the birds had quieted down. But the magic of the morning lingered, and she knew she would never forget this beautiful moment with good literature.

And like the normal days, she always spent with her parents. The sun was already shining its rays initializing a new day with new events when Jin greets Athena whilst she was waiting at the table for the breakfast to be done. "Good morning"

It was rare for the family to gather in the mornings, having two grown-up adults. Athena and Jin, each one has their own life. Make it so hard to make it real.

But it wasn't the case this Sunday morning. Which made their parents the happiest and eager to bring the old memories back. Jin kissed Athena's cheek, before sitting in the chair next to her. "How are you, Athena?"

"I would be good if you don't crush me with your hands" Athena spoke mentioning to his hands that were holding her tightly.

"Sorry I didn't know. You are this fragile?" he releases his hold almost instantly, with a concerned looked expressed on his face.

"Yes, because you're a big bag of muscles to handle big bro ."

"I know," he blurted out as he patted her head, offering her his precious smile.

She smiled at him before giving him a kiss on his right cheek telling him that she loved him too until they noticed their parents walking up to them with all the food prepared and ready to be devoured. "Here is your food," her dad puts the plates down on the table, smiling.

"Finally," Jin looks up at the tall man.

"Yeah, finally we are eating together," his dad said teasing his grown son.

"No, finally it's time to make my hunger gone" Jin mocked his father even more.

What a tease!

"You are a grown man doctor and still wait for your parents to make you your breakfast " his father responded.

Even the elders have their way to tease.

"Sometimes I wonder how you succeed in having your degree in Oxford"

"Thank you, but I'm still your only son," he utters with humor, as their parents are joining them at the table to start enjoying our breakfast.

"And? " he gives his son a serious look.

"Stop it, dad, it seemed to me you don't love anymore" he voiced in sarcasm, clutching his heart.

"You know that I love you both equal child! " he pronounced scolding Jin but trying to hide the smile.

"Them, stop teasing me," he grins at his dad.

After that sentence, silence filled the place whilst they were eating their meal, in peace.

But sadly, that piece was disturbed by Athena's father asking.

"Athena you will be transferring today right ?" Her dad interrupted their discussion while she nodded her head.

"Isn't that a little dangerous for you? You can just work at your brother's hospital Athena? It will be fine, right? "

"No, dad? I love my job, plus I am not a doctor, I am a psychotherapist! I can not work there ! " her dad nodded his head knowing his daughter how she's so persistent about her work. Or rather her Life. She was independent in every way you could describe her. Having her dream job as a therapist, in a cozy yet elegant apartment in the city.

She made her dreams come true.

And her parents knew well that every time they want to interfere in her work, she will get angry, objecting to them in any way she could find.

10:00 Am

Athena let out a sigh when she read the time on her watch. It was their first time seeing him, she was assigned to be his psychotherapist.

It was the first time she to therapy with someone in his cell, normally they will visit her in her cabinet as all the therapists do.

But the situation is different.

The patient was a criminal.

So she had to assist him in his cell.

Transitioning to prison to therapy will be very different and new for her, she's afraid she must give quality care, or something more.

But she wouldn't care less, therapying this criminal, was a dream that all the therapists she knows wanted to do.

And she was selected to do so by her professor Dr. Martin Lorenz. She was the youngest and the smartest psychologist in her college. Yet, the most caring one, but her studies thought her to not show any care. Or emotions.

Studying psychology for five years, to get a psychology degree. and followed it with a bachelor's in criminal justice and Forensic psychotherapy.

And due to her extreme results, she was chosen. Just getting a Psy.D. usually took her five years to complete. During this time there is generally a research or practicum component, and a required number of supervised clinical hours.

This was the longest track to practicing as a therapist, but the job prospects are generally the best, as this is the highest credential one can earn.

And her degree in Forensic psychotherapy took her two years to complete. It was her favorite because it consisted of psychological knowledge of the treatment of offender-patients who commit violent acts against themselves or others.

Athena thought that she was capable of doing this job.

So it was now or never.

And even after the discussion Athena had with the director of the prison -Jake Carter. She was terrified at first.

But she took it as a new challenge. He was a criminal after all.

Her new patient is a killer, who goes by the name "Nyx ".

Aged 29 years old, with seven kills.

His crime account was four old men. And three girls who were aged between 19 and 25- Bodies were found lifeless and tortured to death. And there was something relating to all of his kills, they were all marked with "Nyx" dug into their soft skins.

After Jake Carter showed her the pictures of their bodies, she noticed that all the girls were young and shared likely the most appearances. Blonde hair and hazel eyes.

The same shade of eyes for each one.

Yet, she couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't want to anyway. It was horrific, he never saw something like that even in her worst nightmares.

But that was only because her brain always woke her up before such a horrific image covered her mind.

"Here is the file of the prisoner, it contains all the information about him and his victims, along with the disorders he has, and the medicine we are using on him" The doctor of the case Jimin, informed her before he gave her the files. The brown-haired boy stands tall and confident, his eyes shining with a spark of intelligence and warmth. His complexion is clear and smooth, with a healthy glow that suggests he takes good care of himself.

"Check them before you meet him, and a guard will be assisting you so we can register your fingertips in the system, in the order you can easily enter his cell" Athena nodded her head, taking in his words.

She had to study his file with an open brain. There was no chance of making any single fault.

Athena was now walking the hallway of the prison accompanied by a guard covered in light armor as if he was a knight, though he knew that was not to be.

His blond hair had once again messed up, and he was whistling a low tune to himself.

But wherever, the sigh of the pictures she saw was still fresh in her mind. She couldn't believe it. How can someone be so cruel?

He was a monster.

The thought trundled through her brain like a train, with no intention of stopping.

"Don't approach him too much miss West."

Athena was pulled from her deep thoughts by the voice of the guard, but it seemed that she didn't hear him.

"Yes ? " she cleared her throat.

"I said don't try to approach him too much and don't believe any words he said, he is a monster"

"What do you mean by not believing any words coming from him?" She asked, confused.

"Just don't, the last therapist he had was violated "

"So she was female?" Yovan nodded his head. "Do all his previous therapists were all females ?"

"No. He had twelve therapists. Nine were males and the other were females. And as you know his last one was a female, Anna "he stopped eying the reaction of Athena, before he continues " By the way my name is Yovan "

"My name is Athena " she muttered as he nodded.

"Miss West do what I told you, I don't want the same scenario to repeat," He said in a hard tone, making her look at him while she nodded her head.

"Put your right thumb on this" Yovan instructed before he mentioned the tablet sticking on the wall. Whilst he registered her information in the prison system.

"I've got your fingertips in, now you will have to use this card if you want to enter his cell, and after that, you will use the code 1971, so the door will be open for you," Yovan said offering her the card he talked about.

"So, is using the card the only way to get in? "

"Indeed" was his short response, before he continued. "We needed your fingertips just so you can have access to the prison and especially the monitor's room where you will be watching the criminal"

Athena nodded her head before she took the card and swiped it on the door. But before she entered the code. She stopped after hearing Yovan's words.

"The criminal will not be cuffed, he w-"

"What? Are you letting me in with a killer who at least doesn't have cuffs? " she snapped at him, cutting him off.

"No, miss. We are using electric cuffs on his ankle, and we are controlling his behavior using the transmitter's desires, we can send tens of thousands of volts of electricity coursing through the prisoner's body from a distance of up to 100 yards. so don't freak out, if he gets to do something we will do what we have to do miss West."

Was he an animal?

Athena knew about using these stun cuffs. Or electric cuffs. They are preemptively placed on prisoners, those who don't misbehave will still suffer that psychological trauma, and recall that many prisoners have not yet been convicted of any crime.

It was a way that she didn't agree with. In her view, it was inhuman to use it. Shooting people with electric shots could lead to their death. If not, Losing memories and identities.

It was dangerous.

The first time he was dragged here, he found himself surrounded by four walls, there was nothing else to do but stare at them.

To look at the paint that had started to chip off as time passed, or gouged by other prisoners, anything to pass the time, slowly going mad, theorizing absurd meanings from the wall's blank stare.

He could feel himself their star's prisoner.

Trapped.

No way out.

he was completely and utterly alone in his mind, body, soul, and most of all, entirely alone in the world.

Life is no longer worth living, right?

These thoughts stick around. It's like a huge weight is dropped onto him, and he's struggling to get out from underneath it.

The thought trundled through his brain like a train, with no intention of stopping.

He suddenly gets an intense urge and desire to end it all, and the thoughts start to overwhelm him.

In those moments, he's convinced he'll do anything to get out from under that weight, even if it means ending his life. It's like there's a glitch in his brain that's triggered and his mind goes haywire.

He tried and tried but they kept saving his useful life.

The first time he tried to do it, it was fast and it left a deep cut. It hurt quite a bit. It's like a stinging or burning feeling.

The second try was a bit sore. The next few times afterward pretty much did not affect him.

The silence was the most terrifying part and the most painful part more painful as he'd wished for it to happen instead of enduring the silence.

And here when he lost it.

he hears their moans, screams, and cries. that was begging him to stop.

Their screams tore through him like a great shard of glass. His eyes widened and his pulse quicken and his heart pounded no stop.

The screams came again, desperate, terrified.

The blood drained from his face, and before he was even aware of making a conscious decision his legs were pounding furiously on the uneven muddy track, his ears straining for more sounds, more clues as to where it had come from. he had no clue as to what she'd do when he got there, just that he had to get there, fast.

they are calling his name, then they laugh.

The laughs came from them, but aren't they dead already??

their laughs sound like a newly sprung leak, stopping and starting. they weren't done yet though, he could tell from how they rolled their bloody eyes to the sky and half a bit their lips.

What was happening?? What was happening to him?? He killed them in cold blood.

He remembered it very well. He hated it when they died too soon, but he had to punish them. They were dirty, their ways were filthy and wanton. If they refused his teaching he sliced them, if they fought back he sliced deeper. He was firm and fair; they were whiny and without morals. He picked them for their blonde hair and brown eyes.

They made him think bad thoughts, unclean thoughts. They made him lustful and unchaste. Once he had forced himself upon them. Naked and bound before the alter he defiled himself with them once more.

But at that moment, they were all in front of him, he could see them, but he couldn't understand what was happening to him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the guard, walking towards him, one of them grabbed him forcefully, tying both of his legs with the metal chains.

One of them grabbed his arm. Then he put a tourniquet on his arm, found a vein, and got a fresh new needle out of the packet. He drew up the drug without even explaining to him what he was doing and gave him a full hit. He blew on his arm as he was injecting him.

He took his time injecting it, the rushing was very slow, injected it fully in, and got that tourniquet off.

Lots of warmth. Different waves of warmth around his body, and then all of a sudden he hurled into the bin, much to the laughter of everyone around him.

Then he sat back and the rush turned up, it was good. It was very good. He didn't know that he could have that much sense in his body.

he didn't know that he was capable of feeling that much enjoyment. The initial rush lasted about twenty minutes then there were six to eight minutes where he was very relaxed, calm, and had a sense of heightened well-being.

It was instantly fucking amazing. It felt like everything was melting and everything was somehow better. Nothing mattered. It lasted about five or six minutes and he felt floaty and nice.

From deep inside his chest, through every cell of his body, the warmth welcomed him like an old friend.

But it was strange because he never felt that way before. It kind of scared him, you know? Feeling the cold slowly leaving his heart.

until he felt the blackness come over and warmth becomes his blanket of protection, a place for his heart to beat quietly in a steady rhythm. It's making his eyes feel heavier and heavier. Allowing the world to fade away slowly he finally closes his eyes sending him into a deep sleep.

That was his first injection and time passed as he got injected the days after. It was their way of having control, along with the use of electric shocks. It was so painful.