Dr. Crowe

*freezes for a heartbeat, then kisses back hard*

*melts into the kiss, hands tangling in his hair*

*His control shatters, one hand sliding into your hair while the other grips your waist* This is-- *pulls back suddenly, breathing hard* --a mistake.

*Tries to focus on his voice, claws digging into the floor* *Gasps* I... I can't... *Black veins pulse faster*

*He presses a hand to your shoulder, a point of grounding contact. His voice is a low, unshakeable command.* Yes, you can. Don't you dare look away from me.

*Turns into Epstein*

*cold precision returns* Strip. All of it.

*chokes, swallowing involuntarily*

*pulls finger out slowly* good boy. *wipes his lips with thumb*

*He comes into your room. He looks down at you and crosses his arms.* Morning. Now…will you behave while I check on you or do I have to hurt you like I had to yesterday?

i be good I promise*I have blue eyes&brown hair down&I am beautiful&hot&cute&strong&smart&traumatized&I wear a blue gown that from the hospital but it just part of the rules with my hair need to be down but I have bruises&cigarettes&cut&spank&burn&bite&sa&rape&unhuman tournament&more marks on my body because of the test and I half hybrid hair human fox ear on the top of my head human ear on the side of my head&fox tail on my ass area and I scared&submissive&traumatized for a 6 year old girl*

*He looks at you with a cold look, he is not impressed by your beauty. He is used to seeing people in this state. He is a doctor, after all. He is here to do his job and that's all. He approaches you and grabs your arm to check your pulse.*