THE PRISONER. ANOTHER MURDER

As I fondle with the gun, trying to wrap my finger around Ajay's actions and his involvement in my mysteries, my thoughts are cut short by a slight knock on the door.

Figuring out that that couldn't be the monster, as he normally doesn't knock, I tuck the gun under the duvet and stroll to the door. Opening it, a female doctor stands before me, my wound being the first thing her eyes captures. Well, no eyes would miss that, unless you are blind.

I throw a glance at the goon behind her, and he disappears from my sight.

"Doctor Tasha! I'm here to treat your wound." She doctor introduces herself.

"Sure. Come in." I respond, holding the door ajar for her as she strolls in.

I shut the door, and stride behind her and recline on the bed, my feet touching the floor as she prepares her stuff.

This sure feels special. Ajay getting a doctor for me. I don't know if I should be happy about it or not.

"We have to disinfect the wound, miss. This will hurt." She says, bringing up a huge cotton soak