"My grandchild, please help her Dr. Zayne," her grandmother came to me.
"What happened, ma'am?" I asked her, careful for the excitement in my voice not to be apparent.
"She is having hallucinations. She woke up one day babbling about being in another world. Saying things like she does not belong here. Calling us as nothing but game characters. She has committed various suicide attempts, saying if she dies she could finally return to her old world," the words she uttered nearly left me in tears, happy malicious tears. If not for my impeccable self-control, I would have been caught especially since Caleb had that look of distrust in his face.
"I see, it will be best then to leave her to my custody. I will do everything in my power to help her," I glanced at her, my calm features deceiving everyone in the room, even her.
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"Where are you taking me?" her sedatives were finally wearing off, I should have increased the dose.
"To a rehabilitation center, located in an island I own," I stopped myself from reaching out to her, there is time for that.
"Why? I'm not crazy! This world, this is all a game world. You are just one of the characters I'm supposed to meet," she looked at me with tears in her eyes, and I smiled.
It was a kind, understanding smile, one that told her I do not believe a single word she uttered, and that I do think she is losing her mind.
"Once you have shown some improvements, I will bring you back home to be reunited with your family," that was a lie. Until I have fucked her a million times and she has given birth to my children, she will stay in that island with me.
I have no intention of ever returning her to that sketchy brother figure of hers. I know by the look in his eyes that he has perverted thoughts towards her.
Her colleagues and that stalker of hers were already trying to find out her whereabouts, I have to move quickly. I have to make her mine.
"I am not crazy, Dr. Zayne! Please you have to believe me," she begged me, her weak hands holding into my arm.
I am the one losing my mind with how exciting all of these is. I finally have her. Once this ship docks, she will be mine.
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"I feel so tired all the time, and I feel like my memories are disappearing. I could not even tell the time or the date now. Please you have to stop feeding me the drugs, Dr. Zayne," she begged me once again.
It had been only a week since I got her in this island and yet the effect of the medications I have given her is taking this much effect.
Today, I asked the caretaker to have a vacation. I'll feed her myself. I'll make sure she takes all of her medicine, especially the drug I prescribed for this very special night.
"Let's have dinner first. We can discuss all of this after dinner," I lead her to the dining area and pulled out a chair for her to sit.
She sat next to me, my legs brushing against hers at the slightest. She has drunk the wine I offered, the one I spiked with aphrodisiac.
I observed how her breathing became ragged, the way her legs quivered even at the slightest touch. It was a potent medicine.
"You are not eating your food. How will you get better if you refuse to eat," I told her, a kind expression on my face.
"I need to use the bathroom, Dr. Zayne," she begged me as she hastily stood up, holding into the edge of the table.
"You don't look so steady. Do you want me to accompany you? You rather looked pale," I volunteered.
She held into my arm, her heavy breathing causing her bosoms to rise and fall against the thin fabric of her dress. I have forbidden her from using her brassiere, saying it is constricting her, making her feel so constrained.
"What is it exactly that you are feeling?" I asked her, my fingers trailing across her cheek.
"Dr. Zayne," her voice sounded so weak, so willing.
"We need to check on you first, it seems like you are feeling sudden changes to your body, am I right?" I asked her as she nodded.
"Lie in the sofa for me, please," my words were calm despite my excitement.
She did as she was told, her thin silky nighties revealing her thighs and bosoms forcing me to gulp. Fuck. I can't wait.
"You feel your body getting so hot, is it not? Especially in here," my hands moved to where her privates are.
"Yes," she has learned throughout this week that honesty works best in her situation.
"Let me see, let's figure out the problem together," I instructed her to expose her thighs more, her juices trickling down her thighs as she looked embarrassed.
"What is this?" I asked her and instructed her to part her legs open.
"I don't know. I think I peed," she bit her lips.
I brought her juices to my nose, sniffed and smiled, "It definitely is not pee."
"What is it then?" she asked me, her cheeks were crimson red.
"Let's see," I said my fingers trailing across her body, touching her bosoms at first twisting her feisty nipples as more juices trickled down her legs.
"How did that feel?" I asked her, my calm expression making her trust in me completely.
"Pleasurable," she said, sighing as she arched her back.
I lifted her nighties, exposing her bare skin. She was not wearing any underwear, a very good patient indeed.
I pinched and played with her nipples, making her squirm, "You want me to treat you?"
"Yes, Dr. Zayne, please treat me well," she opened her legs wider as instructed, exposing her bare cunt.
"Okay, now be a good girl and try to keep your voice down," I told her.
She placed a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans as I inspected her in her privates. Her slick juices wetting the sofa into ruins as taught her important lessons as my patient.