He could control her fate. If she claimed he’d been raping her then he could call her delusional and keep her committed. If she conceded then he’d be left to continue. Had Cameron been right; if they had stayed together, would they have sorted it all out? Had her God been wrong? She had told her to work it out for herself but She had also said that She was an imperfect deity. Maybe She had made a mistake about this. Maybe there was no way to solve this.
But there was. There always was. The boys knew how it worked. She knew how it worked. Nobody knew why; it just did.
The doctor’s hand pressed the ‘rejected’ stamp on the ink pad and wobbled it from side to side to ensure even coverage.
“There is something else,” she said and he raised his head to look at her. “A personality disorder I used to suffer.”
He released the stamp and picked up his pen again.
“Go on,” he instructed.
“I don’t think it’d be relevant to anything,” she told him.
“Let me be the judge of that,” he said and opened her file to make a new entry.
She lowered her head as if embarrassed of the confession she was about to make. “There was a time when-“ Her voice trembled and she took a deep breath to regain composure. “There was a time when I used to think I was a werewolf," she blurted and could not help but grin at the end of the sentence.
He pursed his lips in irritation. "But you're alright 'nowoooo' I suppose," he spat and started to cross out the entry. His hand reached for the declined stamp but he paused as he heard the soft satisfied sigh of his lover mixed with the well lubricated suction of a piston pump.
"Well, I wouldn't say that," she purred and he looked up at her.
He tried to scream but something had got stuck in his throat.
