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His voice was beautiful, like deep raspy whispers carried along the wind on a cold winters day filled with chilling raw emotion.

Warmly familiar but seductively strange his voice danced along her hot skin diving deep endlessly and forever within the very heart of her, the broken lonely part that she kept hidden and quiet far from the harsh ugly world outside.

It rushed down inside her belly, inside every cell awakening every nerve ending right through her limps out her fingers and toes like lightening shaking her to her very core.

For one brief glorious wondrous moment the world stopped, time ceased to exist.

There was nothing, no sound, no horrific past, no soul crushing future.

It was just the two of them pressed together, his soft lips grazing the racing pulse against her neck like two sinuous petals of a rose with piercing razor sharp thorns.

She could feel it in the pounding beat of his heart, they were one in the same, both walking the dark side of a life that had made it impossible for them to see the light.

In those tender seconds she had never felt so alive, their connection was something so tangible you could taste it on your tongue, feel it on the tips of your fingers.

Heaven

The very first evidence of its existence to Violet and she'd never forget it.

Without thought her fingers fisted the mop of blonde hair on the back of his head gently moving her mouth close to his ear.

"I knew you could hear me… listen to me closely Tate…"

Running her slick pink tongue over her lips she pressed her wet mouth against his cheekbone fighting needs that left her dizzy and weak.

"… I know what he's doing to you, you're not alone anymore."

Instantly his body went limp in her arms like a fallen angel his pale divine face fell still as if it all had been a beautiful dream, only it was very real.

It was then that Violet heard the squeak of Dr. Arden's hard stiff leather shoes turning the corner towards Tate's room.

"Fuck!"

Quickly she gingerly laid Tate back down on the bed before going to the door to edge it open slightly to look as though she had nothing to hide.

Doing her best to calm herself she reached for clean sheets to appear as if she was just working as normal.

Swallowing hard she relaxed her shoulders plastering a fake smile across her face knowing what she had to do.

She felt him standing in the doorway, tall menacing hell bent on intimidating the naïve little girl, only she wasn't what she appeared to be.

Not even close.

Eyeing his watch skeptically Dr. Arden glared up at her as the permanent scowl on his face twitched with agitation.

"Good morning Dr. Arden." She mused lightly as she completed her task of making up his bed.

His answer was a low guttural growl that sounded much like he was swatting an irritating fly from his face.

It was obvious that she clearly annoyed him, she would have to work on that if she was going to help Tate.

"With five minutes left of your shift, I can safety assume you're almost finished here Violet?"

Nodding she smiled up at him pleasantly as she loaded up her cart drawing out her time pretending to take inventory on her supplies as she carefully observed him approach Tate.

He hovered over the boy as if he belonged to him, his own personal laboratory rat.

Every move, touch, glance was like a predator toying with its prize, his narcissistic psychotic ego grew leaps and bounds every time he glared down into Tate's helpless face.

Only he wasn't helpless any longer.

Arranging her towels she pretended to drop one on the floor, as she went to retrieve it she noticed three very large metal syringes sticking out of the pocket of his lab coat.

Sighing heavily with great distain he raised his hands to his hips letting one slip over the needles grasping them in his liver spotted thin skinned aged hand.

"That's enough for today Violet, you need to go now."

Tucking a stray blonde hair behind her ear Violet shoved the cart out the door leaving it open just enough for a sliver of light to shine through.

"Of course Dr. Arden, sorry to keep you waiting, I imagine your time is very valuable."

She felt the sickly taste of vomit crawl up her throat as she turned away, never in her life did she lower herself to kiss ass or fake her feelings with anyone, but this was different.

It was becoming more and more evident that Tate's life was in her hands now, a task that felt more like a privilege than a burden as each moment passed.

Gazing quickly over her shoulder she stared up at the IV bags expecting him to expel whatever drug he was using into the valve but she soon found out he had an altogether different approach to administering Tate's daily mystery medications.

Standing in the shadows of the dank stone dimly lit hallway she held her breath as she peeked between the thin slice of light emulating from his room.

There she witnessed something that made her heart slam hard against her ribs.

Bracing against his restraint Tate once again woke desperately reaching for the cuff of Dr. Arden's lab coat in a frantic pathetic attempt to halt was going to happen next.

Violet shook her head back and forth terrified for him, begging him silently to stop, horrified at what Dr. Arden would do if he fought back.

Only it was nothing what she expected.

Tilting his head Dr. Arden raised the corner of his crusty dry lips into a twisted sinister smirk as he gently laced his fingers through Tate's fallen blonde curls swiping them away almost tenderly as if a father would treat a child.

"Good boy Tate, the more you fight, the more I learn… I do believe we need to increase your daily dosage of thiopental. We wouldn't want you frightening the new pretty young nurse that has taken such a shine to you."

Biting down on her lip to keep quiet Violet grabbed a pen from her uniform to quickly scribble down the word thiopental across her arm.

It was then that she heard the husky deep voice again now begging fruitlessly for mercy.

"Please… no, please stop – "

Her entire body tensed as she watched with wide tearful eyes the first of three huge steel needles begin shoved with great urgency into Tate's neck.

Her horrified expression fell quickly to his fingers and toes as they lifted off the bed spreading out wide before falling lifeless back down onto the thin mattress.

With an insidious glint in his eye Dr. Arden threw the empty vials onto a stainless steel cart beside him before take a deep satisfying breath.

"Very good, now we can… begin."