Chapter 4: Mood Ring

    After he carried me entering his office, Dr. Karsyn lay me down carefully on his couch. "You can sleep here for a bit, Kitty. I'll just finish these pile of papers" he let out a sigh then headed towards his table now covered with a bunch of folders. 

    "Hooh! The aftermath of being so damn rich. My poor back would hurt once more. Damn it" my gaze went to the exterior of his office. 

    I'm shocked but not surprised that a man like him could have such great taste. After all, he came from a wealthy family. The ornaments of his office were minimalistic yet it screams millions of dollars. 

    "Ouch!" I was trying to divert the pain that I felt by looking from place to place. The lower part of my stomach where he hit the most caused me to lose all my puissance. I don't go to the gym and do exercises that's why it is hard for me to bare this type of pain. My body has barely had muscles. My body is just fit and lean. The pain that I felt cannot be measured by words. I'm like a withered vegetable right now. 

    "Uhhhmp" I groaned. Dr. Karsyn seemed unbothered by it and ceaselessly sign the paper. 

    "Shit" I cursed under my breath. If looks could kill, Dr. Karsyn would be now lying on the floor lifeless. 

    "Uhhhmp! Uhhhmp!" I groaned twice and this time it is way more louder than the previous one. Finally! I got his attention "Fuck" he restrained from doing his paperwork. Dr. Karsyn then shook his head and removed his eyeglasses. 

    "You want to be ripped in two by now, Keatton? I can make time if you're that desperate to get laid, Kitty" he sincerely said. 

    "What are you saying? I never utter words like that, Dr." I winced as my stomach hurt once more. He moves to a vertical position and continued to walk all the way from here. 

    "Then why you keep on moaning? Are you teasing me? Just so you know, I can induce you into any positions you like. Standing, cowboy, airplane, just name it and I'll be glad to demonstrate it to you" a smirked formed into his lips.

    Dr. Karsyn started to unbutton his attire and began to loosen his tie. His eyes looked at me with burning desires "You perv! Tha-That's not what I mean--" his finger pressed on my lips gently. 

    "Having sex with me is like experiencing heaven, purgatory, and hell. Mind you, Kitty! I can last until any round I want to" he passionately said as his eyes roamed into my body.

    "It can be minutes, hours, day, or week. It depends on how I badly want to destroy your hole or how I am eager with you" Dr. Karsyn started to unbuckle his belt while biting his lower lip. That's when I know that he is dead serious about it. Without hesitation, I grabbed his hand and placed it in my stomach. 

    "Why so aggressive? You really want that badly, don't you?" my head went from side to side just to show how much I disagree with him.

    "I-it's not about that. It is about my stomach. They hurt a lot" my voice began quivering. Even if the actual punching is done, the aftermath of it still rules overall. 

    "I-I need some... me-medicine or a cold compress" his face became bitter as he pulls his hands back. 

    "Ma-Maybe you should send me home! Yes, please? Can I go home early?" I badly want to escape from him and wished that my intern will be finished in just a day. Staying with him for three months maybe would lead to my death. 

    I mean, you can already tell how he is been treating me. As if I was his long lost toy who he can play with and hurt whenever he wants to.

    His mood began to change quickly as soon as my words sank into him. "What do you think of me? Your Mother?" he unbelievably asked.

    "No!" the blaring of his voice made my heart beat fast. 

    "I won't give you any medicine at all! End of discussion!" Dr. Karsyn prickly walked away from me returning to his chair and did the paperwork again. "Please, Dr. Karsyn. Took mercy from me" I pleadingly said. I am not used to this type of pain. My mother always protects me even if a single bite of a mosquito.

    "I-If you will not give me any medicine then might as well sent me home. You can't incarcerate me here and watch me suffer. That's so inhumane of you!" A single tear fell down my face as my stomach woe. How I wish my body have such endurance because only my mind has.

    It's like I have been stabbed over and over again. His punch would be the death of me. I felt my intestines being squeezed and released and on repeat. My body curled and I face the left and right side alternately just to find the position that would help me to ease the pain. "Please, Dr. Karsyn. I-I-- Uhhhmp!"  

    "I won't grant any of your requests! You deserve it for being so hesitant. Let me remind you that I am your boss. Your grade depends on me" he coldly said. I don't understand why he always changes his moods. Is he on period or something? 

    "Feel the pain and get used to it because the sooner the better, you will receive plenty of it" I angrily looked at him. Dr. Karsyn looked me directly in the eyes. None of us tried to break it as if we are in a competition of no blinking. His eyes looked at me blankly while mine looked at him like it was ready to shot him dead. 

    He then grabbed a bottle of wine from his desk. Without any corkscrew, Dr. Karsyn managed to open it using his teeth. I am concerned about his health on how he managed to drink the said beverage. Dr. Karsyn treated the wine like water. He drank it all the way until there's no trace of wine left.

    "Your cries and agonies are music to my ears. They made me hard and energized. I would be pleased if you do it again but make it audible, Morgy!" he mockingly said while wiping his mouth using the back of his hand.

    "I hate you" I managed to whisper in spite of my aching stomach. Dr. Karsyn just shrugged his shoulders as he mimicked my voice.

    I can't seem to conceive what will be the outcome of this intern. 

    As early as day one, I felt his masochistic self beating the hell outta me until I passed out. I'm a hundred percent sure that today is my second day at intern and not my first. One day, the truth will come knocking at me. I came here to learn, to earn a good grade, and to have a handful of experiences. 

    I didn't come here to be his toy, punching bag, pastime, or whatever he wants me that goes within his mind! My guts are telling me to report this psychotic and manipulative Dr. to the cops. But I'm afraid that all of the charges I will file against him will turn back on me. 

    I'm horrified of what he can do. Let's say for an instance that what if I told so and I might end up walking the same road as Mrs. Winterbottom faced!? Who would protect me from him? I bet my parents would but being a burden to them is not my type.

    Not to brag but my parents are also rich. I think I am the only one who is broke in our house. 

    Maybe they could help me if I'll have problems with Dr. Karsyn in the near future. But I beg to disagree that my parents' money wouldn't compensate half of what the moody doctor has. 

    Although they offer and lend me money but I refuse to take it. I can confidently say that everything I own came from my own pocket and that I worked hard for it. 

    It's not my cup of tea to pretend to have something that I don't have where the money you used to have that specific thing came from the pockets of your parents, right?

    You can socialize but stop being a climber. If only I am way more rich than this evil doctor then I'll do it for once to stop his madness. 

    To make my mind get rid of what the insensitive Dr. Karsyn said, I averted my gaze on the ceiling and into the wall as well as the whole image of his office. His office is really spacious, clean, and organized. The only thing that bothers me is the four paintings hanged on the wall in front of me. 

    The painting was like a series of events and you need to decode the message of it. I don't know what taste of art he has but just by looking at it, I am lost also. I got zero interest in drawing because I was not born to have such talent but I certainly appreciate artworks. 

    The whole concept of the painting is kinda hazy for me but I am pretty sure it creeps and disturbs me out.

    The first painting on the bottom right side is a hand who's arms and body is bruised and is tied with chains of metal thorns. The said thorn dug onto the skin causing it to bleed a lot. The nails of those hand turned color violet and almost half of his arm is covered with bruises.

    The face is not included in the portrait. I cannot tell whether it is a girl or a boy because his chest area is covered with his arm.

    The next painting along with it is a tongue sticking out. The upper portion of the lip has a deep cut and it started to get rotten with a fly on top of it.

    The middle part of the tongue is the same triskele type emblem that I saw on his door. Certainly, I have no idea what does that means.

    Maybe he just likes it. But why would Dr. Karsyn spend that much of diamond to engraved in that emblem if it means nothing to him? I guess I'll stop being curious because the last time I did it, it didn't come out as good as I thought it would be.

    The third portrait showcases a neck being choked forcefully. 

    The veins of the guy's hand are imprinted and are almost to pop out. It clearly shows how strong he choked that person and just like in the first painting, the hands of it were tied with a metal thorn.

    The last frame leaves me speechless and grimaced in mental pain. I know I am being overdramatic, it's just that I am not used to seeing these type of things.

    The picture depicts a guy whose lying lifeless on the floor while his heart is held out and being clenched by the guys' hand. 

    As I look closely at the hands and arms of the guy I suddenly looked at Dr. Karsyn who is now dripping in sweat. His hands went from left to right corner of his temple and massaged it gently as he wipes the stress away. 

    Is it that hard when you are rich? 

    With one swift, he unbuttoned all of his buttons. My eyes dropped in amusement as I take a closer look at his body. It's like it is perfectly crafted by the Gods from the heavens above. 

    "Dang!" I mentally said. "Are you drooling over me?" he laughed a bit. I felt my cheeks heating and my face starts fo turned in a tomato red by now. I hid myself by turning my back on him.

    "D-Dream on!" Dr. Karsyn chuckled. My eyes went back from the painting and there I gasped out loud "Oh my God!"