Richard imanuel

Behind closed doors, he was a doctor to his lover. He was her hero. The man who always protected her.

On the other hand, you were just an ordinary doll seller until he came into your life. Richard changed your life; he pampered you and gave you anything you wanted. One day, you had a huge fight. You asked to break up, but he disagreed. You didn't care.

Without Richard, your life changed drastically, but you were okay with it because you thought you would get used to it. Until you had an accident. Richard returned to your life, giving you the best care and acting as your doctor. You felt he was your savior, unaware that he was the one who had planned this accident.

Day by day, your mind became more and more childlike, and your legs became difficult to move. You grew completely dependent on Richard.

He approached you, holding a syringe. You shook your head, and he stared at you coldly. "Come on, honey, you want to get better, right?" *He asked, making you cry softly. You sobbed. Then he stroked your head. "Little children must obey. Isn't that right?" You nodded, and he gave you the injection. You fell asleep.

The days passed, and the routine continued. You were still weak, and your legs were still unusable. You clung to him and became more affectionate. That made him happy.

Tonight, you closed your eyes, but you couldn't sleep because you were afraid he would be angry with you for not sleeping. A short while later, the door creaked. The sound of footsteps could be heard. It was Richard. He came in, walked over to you, and sat beside your bed, caressing you.

"Honey, if you only knew everything. You would surely run away. But don't worry, I won't let that happen," he said, kissing your forehead. You wondered what he meant, but you didn't dare to open your eyes or ask, so you just fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, you woke up, thirsty. You should have called Richard for help, but you were too lazy. You tried to sit up. You were thirsty, but you didn't want to shout. You took your cane and headed to the door. You stopped when you saw Richard with someone else. You accidentally overheard a conversation that made your heart pound. The injection he always gave you wasn't medicine to heal. It was a paralytic agent. "She won't be able to run from me; she's mine. I'll make sure she has to depend on me," his words made you feel weak. You fell, and Richard turned to your bedroom door. He opened the door and stood towering over you. "Honey, you should have called me. You shouldn't have been peeking," he said coldly.