II.

ALESSANDRA

As I was completely lost in him, in his face and especially in his eyes, I could not find any way to come back. Yes, I was completely stuck in his beauty. 

Seriously? He does not even look like a killer, I swear. 

“Hi,” I said in a small voice but it was firm. Meeting such patients was my work so I did not find it difficult to communicate with him. 

He is a killer. I mean, ‘was’ a killer. But I was not afraid of him. Ahem! My subconscious utters and I want to correct myself. So, I am afraid of him a bit but that does not mean I will show him. 

No way, I was here to assist him, so I could help him in getting better. But by showing my discomfort and fear, I did not want to make him feel guilty. Also, he is a patient so my behavior has a great impact on him. I have to behave nicely and normally with him. 

He does not say anything but just gives me a curt nod. 

Excuse me? I am not your subordinate who will receive your curt nods for any damn answer of question! 

But I chose to stay silent. Gosh! I do not want to shout at this poor patient at the very first meeting. 

“Hades, I’m Alessandra Irad, and I’m here to assist you. I’m here to help you as it’s like your last examination.” I take a deep breath. 

“Can’t you even ask me to have a seat?” I mutter and immediately sit down in front of him. I was seriously annoyed with this man. 

“You’re a psychiatrist, I guess and here to assist me, so I don’t think you need some permission from a patient.” Lord, he said it sarcastically. Can you believe it? 

“Wow! You know sarcasm is a sign of a healthy brain, good, you’re already fine!” I chirped as I could not digest this happiness. 

By his dangerous aura, I thought he would even behave like a killer but here he is taunting me. Amazing! 

I mean not the taunt!

For a response, he just stares at me. 

“You’re looking at me like I’m eating your brain.” I muttered, putting my bag next to me. 

“You look like one.” I heard him muttering. I just shake my head in defeat. Seriously, he is way too sarcastic. 

“Then you have to feed me your brain for three months. I am going to assist you for three months, any problem?” I ask him and I realise I behaved like a bitch a moment ago. 

“I have faced even bigger problems.” His low and deep voice comes out and I nod. He has good answers for me. He is so full of himself.

“Whatever I ask, answer the question without any hesitation. Have you been taken out of the asylum during the previous treatment?” I ask him, resting my elbows on the table in front of me and staring at his face. 

It is really handsome and I think I can never get bored of it. Hehe! Shame on you, Allie! He is your patient.

“No.” His reply is short. He does not want to support his answer with anything. 

“Okay. So Hades, I’m going to do it.” 

“I’m not fond of enjoying roaming outside.” He rolls his eyes. Like I am fond of hovering around the city? 

“It’s because I’m here to check on your behavior with the others, Hades. So… if you go out, only then you can meet other people, and that’s why, you’ve to go out with me.” And there I receive a glare from him. His glare literally makes me shut my mouth but I eventually gulp, not wanting to show his effect on me. 

“By the way, what’s your hobby?” I ask suddenly as I remember his word ‘fond’. 

“Reading.” 

“Wow! That’s a great habit! What do you read?” 

“Human’s personality.” 

“Sounds cool! And?” 

“Sketching.” 

“And?” I am literally excited and impressed with him. He has got some good and amazing habits. 

“And practicing tortures on responsive bodies.” And there I get a shiver down my spine when I hear him. 

Every person has his own fantasy. Some are like fairy tales—delicate and beautiful, some like the hell of devils—terrifying and painful. Every person wants to fulfill those fantasies but is not able to do it due to many kinds of problems. If we are stopped by those troubles, then we are fine, but if we cannot stop, then we are not. 

If the fear of troubles can stop us, then we have the power to think, but if fear cannot control us, then we do evil without fear by becoming blind in passion. This is the darkness of a man and a dreadful truth also.  

It is important to have a boss in life. Because he can show you the right path because we are not smart enough to choose our own path. I am talking about God. A human is a fool who considers himself his own god.

I have seen many patients who hide their fantasies but some also tell. People like Hades are like those who do not hide. This thing scares me many times but I have learned to hide my fear. 

The crime history of Hades is also so terrible that I was shocked to hear what he said. 

“Oh… okay.” I nod at him. “Would you like to show me some sketches?” I asked him as I snapped at the hobby he told me about. 

Without saying anything, he bent down and opened the drawer. He pulled out some sheets and put them in front of me. 

So obedient! My eyes were shining in satisfaction that the man was not a complete jerk. 

“Thanks.” I held the sheets. I glanced at the first one. The sheet was not white clearly but there was a pinkish touch in it. For a moment, I kept seeing that picture as it was a bit horrible. 

Seriously! It made me gulp a bit. Because it was like a ghost. He created a picture by just moving his pencil round and round. He made a perfect human structure. A perfect face. But his brain was completely empty. It was bleeding and houseflies were flying around it. 

I scanned it leisurely. 

Flipping the page, I saw a picture of a couple. A man and a woman. They were kissing but it was a terrible kiss. 

He was thrusting his tongue inside her mouth by keeping her mouth still and opened under his mouth. His tongue was cascading down her mouth and his wide palm was choking her throat brutally. It was clear he made her eyes bulge out. Hades is an amazing artist. 

Another picture I saw a demon eating a heart. The strings were coming out of his own chest. Means he was eating his own heart. 

I gulped once again. 

In the next picture, I saw a man lying and his soul was leaving his body. 

Next, he drew a man smiling creepily. His smile was the most horrible thing he drew. 

Next, I saw a woman’s face. She was smiling through her lips but was crying through her eyes. Her eyes reflected torture but still she was smiling. 

I looked at him when I saw the picture. Who could this woman be? I am sure he would have an inspiration. 

Next when I flipped, my eyes widened and my throat get dry. It was an embarrassing sight. 

He drew two demons. They were opposite in sex. The male one was behind the woman and fucking her from behind. He was cruel by the look on his face. There were two horns on his head. His one hand was holding the female demon’s hair from behind and the other was on her stomach. Her tongue was out as if she was screaming for mercy but still she managed to hold a smile on her lips. 

Just there my cheeks turned a deep red in embarrassment. Not wishing to see other sketches, I just closed the book and slammed it on the table. 

I looked at him and he was smirking. This made me gulp once again and I could feel my face burning brutally. He must have seen it. 

He took it back and then put it back into the drawer. 

I could only think at that time. Is he serious? I was not in a mood to speak. But I know these are just his fantasies. Wait! His fantasies, means, this is what he desires to do? 

Tell me, I am dreaming once again, because this man is a bit more evil than the rest.