Disclaimer: I do not own the movie (or novel), See No Evil, nor any of its characters. They are the property of Dan Magidan, WWE, and LGF. Please do not sue me.

Author's Note: Set after Bothered, Speak No Evil, Mental Defect, and Hear No Evil. This is a multi-chapter story that will eventually conclude this series/AU verse. I've no clue how many chapters this will be or how long it will take me to finish, but I plan to work on it as much as possible. The chapters will all be from Kira's POV and all written in the same style as the ficlets in this series, instead of writing this in a more traditional chapter style.

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Taboo

"It's good to see you again, Kira."

Lying whore.

"I know it's probably a shock to your system, seeing the same psychiatrist more than once."

Arrogant bitch.

"But I think we're making progress, you and I. The state has appointed me to remain your therapist."

Naive cunt.

"Still not ready to talk? That's okay, Kira. It's okay. You don't have to. I'm not going to force you to do something you aren't ready to do."

Deceitful witch.

"So I'll do the talking for now."

There was a surprise. Kira didn't think this shrink would ever shut up. She guessed that was her punishment; the police and the prosecutors couldn't beat her down with the law yet, so they'd stuck her with this conceited, full of herself, so-called "therapist" for her temporary sentence.

Kira would rather they just send her to jail. Hell, give her the needle. She was used to men sticking her with things; she was used to needles and sharp points, jagged edges and serrated surfaces.

It was better than the talking. Than the condescending smile that dirty mouth was forming, the fake concern and care the temptress was oozing out.

And those wicked eyes; those wretched, wicked eyes.

Kira could feel them, staring into her soul. Seeing everything, knowing everything, taking that from her, using it against her.

Her fingers twitched. She ached to rip those eyes out.

One day she would.

"I think we got somewhere the other day, don't you?"

Not really.

"We're starting to get through those barriers you've built up, to protect yourself."

Fat chance of that.

"But I want you to understand something, Kira. I'm not going to hurt you."

Fucking fraud.

"I want to help you. You don't need those barriers. Nobody's going to hurt you."

Damned hypocrite. Did that harlot know that hypocrites were the ones rebuked the most in the bible? Probably not. Filthy heathen probably never read her bible. Probably never had a bible. Probably never even held one.

She'd burn. Oh, she would burn.

Just like Margaret. Just like Michael. Just like Zoe and Williams and Hannah and Melissa and Russell and Ritchie and Tye and…and Christine.

Kira closed her eyes. She ignored the way the shrink paused - finally! She shut up! - and kept her eyes clenched shut.

No. Not Christine. Christine was gone, but she wasn't burning. Christine was somewhere safe, and beautiful. Somewhere where nobody could ever hurt her again. Somewhere where she couldn't see Kira, see the awful sinner Kira was.

Kira would burn. She would burn before she gave the shrink what the bitch wanted.

She would burn before she betrayed Jacob.

"Kira? Are you okay?"

Ha! There had never been a more ridiculous question. Was Kira okay? When was the last time she'd been okay? She couldn't even remember. She had vague flashes; grimy hands touching her reverently, foul breath hot against her ear, warmth that reeked holding her and keeping her safe.

Nothing more than that.

Kira wanted to cry. She couldn't remember Jacob very well anymore. She couldn't remember Christine very well anymore.

Her two saviors were fading from her muddled mind. All those stupid, fucking medications she was on. She wanted to vomit them all up, bleed them all out.

"Kira, do you need me to call the doctor?"

With a grimace Kira forced herself to open her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to be smothered by doctors and nurses. They'd bring even more medications. So she stared at the shrink, stared into those sinful eyes that ate away at her insides.

Her fingers twitched. Gripped the chair tightly, until her knuckles turned white.

Her stomach was in knots, she ached from her head to her sex to her toes; she'd rip those eyes out one day.

"I don't think you're quite ready for the next step. I'm not going to push you. I can see that even though we made progress, bringing up Michael has been hard on you. That's okay though - we can wait. We have time."

Kira almost laughed. She didn't want time. She wanted peace. She wanted freedom. She wanted someone who actually gave a real damn about her, her - not the fame and prestige or the sheer challenge or just stubborn pride or any of those empty, vapid, vain reasons all the doctors and shrinks came to her.

Without even really thinking about it her eyes closed, and she went slack in her chair. Her mind wandered back weeks, months, maybe even a whole year - she couldn't remember. She went back to those days spent in the Blackwell.

And she remembered. She remembered the first time he'd taken her out and laid her on the bed. Kira's legs lifted up, she pulled them to her chest, her heels resting on the very edge of the seat. She smiled; she could remember how nervous he'd been, how gentle.

As if she was made of glass.

"Kira? Kira? What it is?"

The shrink didn't break through Kira's thoughts. She rested her chin on her knees as she remembered the way he had almost worshipped her. It wasn't dirty or wicked, what he'd done; it was beautiful.

Jacob was trying to worship. He didn't even understand what it was he wanted to worship, or how; he just knew he wanted to, he felt compelled to, and Kira was his means.

It had scared her at first. But then she had begun to understand.

Tears leaked out from under her eyelids. But she kept smiling. Her faith was renewed, her soul felt strong again; the shrink would never break her.

No matter how hard they all pushed, Kira wasn't going to burn.