I don't know why I'm trusting this man, he touched my arm and sparks ignited and I rubbed the area, it didn't hurt, it actually felt nice. He wants to help me and say's he's a psychiatrist, well as long as I'm crazy I guess I'll need one of those. The voice in my head purrs, "he's our mate, he's so handsome, so strong, so dreamy." I follow him into the kitchen and the voice won't shut up, when he says he's taking us to a safe place, the voice screams in my head, "he's taking us with him, our mate already loves us, I can tell." I scream at the voice in my head as he looks down at me, a few strands of his black curly hair fall over his forehead, he's blue eyes twinkle, "you've really lost the plot, look at him, he's tall, built like a sculpture of hercules for christ sake. Why in all the world would he look twice at us, because we are fucking crazy and that is what he does for a living. He's not interested in us for any other reason, he feels sorry for me because I have this voic
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