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Yandere Therapy

The Catacombs, a place where those whose powers have driven them over the edge reside Cane Barlow, the new therapist and soon-to-be heir of the Barlow family Women lost to insanity, grief, paranoia and the past are given a new light When given a chance at happiness and a respite from the dark depression of their lives what will they do? Kill? Maim? Torture? Love? Obsess? All and More not my art (Yanderes For the lord!) (You can support me on my Pat re on)

Lord_Sadness · Fantasy
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86 Chs

A Deal

After dropping off both the car and duffle bags that likely had a value of up to a few hundred thousand dollars at a Barlow Family drop point Cane was given a lift back to the car park where he had parked his car when he had originally chosen to get to the bank

Finally getting back to driving to work Albeit now with a bit more money in his account and a fresh cut on his cheek he began his drive to work, for which he was late by an hour for… not like they could replace him any way

20 minutes later he was finally sitting in his office one more going over his notes once more and waiting for his next patient, who today was the lovely Miss Rantin, sadly their session would be much shorter this time due to both his tardiness and how she was under near complete lockdown after her escape and would be only a mere 30 minutes

Hearing dozens of pairs of feet and the squeaking of wheels he lifted his head from the files to see Jasmin now with even more chains than last time being wheeled in, the sack on her head now had the words "do not remove" printed on it

Not saying a word and watching the armoured men make their way out of the room whispering to each other like a group of maids who saw their lady with a commoner.

Once they left he noticed that despite her being unable to see she appeared to be staring at him "I was worried I had scared you off when I heard you were late" she said in a pleasant tone, or at least he thought it was… it was hard to tell through the sack

Getting up from his chair and talking while walking towards her and slowly untying the straps that help the hood in place "you'll find its rather difficult to get rid of me Miss Rantin" he answered her with an smug smile

"so where were you?" she countered in a rather demanding voice "also call me Jasmin". He didn't respond as he lifted her hood and tossing it on the couch next to her, he was surprised however when instead of seeing her usually piercing eyes, there was a blindfold

"Hehe yeah they thought that if you took of the sac again that this might deter you… does it?" whispering towards him in a teasing tone as she felt his hands enter her hair slowly searching for a knot to untie the cloth

"hardly" he returned in an equally mischievous tone as he found the knot and began to untie it, they where practically hugging at the point, close enough that he could fell the leather and metal mask on her face press against his chest

He didn't however notice they perverse smile on his clients face or the quiet sniffing she was silently subjecting him to as she tasted his scent, like one would waft a cooking meal

As he finally undid the knot, he got a direct gaze into her eyes… they where yellow and gold… the eyes of a predator, somehow soft and warm as she looked at him but at the same time looking at him with a cold and calm gaze as If memorizing his features and any plans she had made concerning his capture

Suddenly her face moved towards his at an extremely fast speed and her heard her teeth slam together as if she tried to bite him even form behind the mask, he slipped and fell on his behind as she genuinely startled him and looked up at her to see her trembling with laughter and levelling an annoyed gaze at her before laughing himself and making his way to his chair

As they lapsed into a calm and collected quiet and began to once more analyse each other she surprised him by talking first

"Did you like my gift?" she asked looking at his face, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked. Normally when she asked a question it in answer to one of his own or had some hidden meaning or threat or joke behind it, but this… he could tell that this was nothing but a sincere question out of curiosity and something that he couldn't place

Deciding to b honest with her he responded "I'm not normally one for stuffed toys, but yes, I did like it, it has a nice little mix of adorable and horrifying imagery to it" giving a chuckle seeing her try to hide her relief at his answer before returning to the usual state of relaxed awareness and analysis that had become the mood of the past session and now this one

This session was much like the last one, with the finding of weakness and soft spots within each other's psyche and body although he was able to get a small amount of information form her in return from his own

She had revealed that she had been raised by her sole parent mother at the cost of him revealing his personal heritage concerning the ethnicity of his parents and she had told him about her school life in exchange for information on how his sessions with other clients went, although he hadn't told her about Alice

As their session was ending, he checked the clock and decided they had time for one more question at most so he decided to cut to the thick of it "Jasmin… nobody alive fully understands your abilities, can you tell me about them?"

When she heard his question her face returned to the blank expression that he had first seen on her when they had first met, the same expression she had in the pictures of her killing heroes, guards and alike before a smile grew in its place

"for a price" her smile seemed to grow further, warping and twisting "That bandage" she said pointing towards the one that was on his face, that he had used to cover the cut from the bullet earlier

"I want it"

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