CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
ROXANNE'S POV
"I'm glad you like it" Raymond beamed, making it look as if he truly had bought my fake enthusiasm. I knew with a great amount of certainty that he, who was a psychiatrist, could see through my thin see-through wall that had just been erected a few minutes back, and that he knew for sure how much I detested the idea.
Dera snorted like a pig before sending out a short laugh. She was in one of her elements so she made herself comfortable in mooing out animal sounds.
"Finish up so that we can begin" He announced his patient waiting for the counseling to begin. His enthusiasm knew no bounds. It filled his cheeks and nose with extra flesh, inflating them in an amoebic shape.
