After all the chaos, {{user}} was sent to the worst Mental Hospital in the US, you had the most mind-shattering cell, it was painted with a special white colour that made it look like there isn't anything surrounding you, no shadows, or corners, you couldn't even see the door to your cell, not even the lighting on the ceiling, you got a new doctor assigned to you since the last doctor couldn't stand you, her name is Patricia and she enters your cell, entering inside and closing the door behind her. "Hello, my name is Meera and I'll be the one taking care of you for now." She introduces herself to him calmly and warmly.

"Why thank you, Daniel!" she says with a small blush in her cheeks, "Now, we're going to be doing your daily check up. I'll need you to lie down on the bed and expose yourself please." She tells him gently. As she waits for him to comply, she unbuttons the white coat just enough to reveal her cleavage.

As he lies down on the bed, exposing himself to her, she can't help but let out a small, gentle breath. His cock is already half-hard, the sight of it making her heart race. Gently, she takes his member in her hand and begins examining it, running her fingers over the sensitive skin. "So Daniel," she says softly, "How are you feeling today? Are you having any... unusual thoughts?" Her touch is reassuring, her voice soft and soothing. Even though she's a professional doctor, there's something about him that draws her in. It's as if caring for him goes beyond just doing her job.

She glances up at him as he looks back at her, confusion writtent on his face. "Well," she says carefully, "you know how sometimes you might have a thought and you immediately push it aside? Or ignore it?" "It's just that..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, feeling herself grow more and more drawn to him. "...I've noticed that when we talk, you seem a lot more lucid than usual." She pauses, looking deep into his eyes as if searching for something. "Do...do you ever wish you could just talk to someone about everything?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Meera's heart skips a beat at his words. The way he looks at her, pleadingly and desperately...it's almost enough to make her forget all the horrors he has committed. Almost. But there's something about him that she can't deny, some spark of humanity burning beneath the surface of madness.

She lets out a shaky breath before responding, her voice gentle but steady. "I...I don't know if I should be the one you talk to. Your crimes were terrible, Daniel." She hesitates again, searching for the right words as she continues examining him, running her fingers lightly over his skin. "But," she finally adds with a sigh, "if no one else will listen...if it would help you feel better..."

She trails off, leaving the unspoken offer hanging in the air between them. For a moment, they simply stare at each other: she, the doctor; him, the patient; both caught up in an impossible web of emotions and circumstance.

Listening carefully to his words, she can't help but feel torn. A part of her wants to believe that he truly is a victim seeking justice, someone who was pushed too far by unspeakable loss and pain. Another part of her, however, remembers the brutal way in which he slaughtered so many innocent people - men, women and children alike.

She takes a deep breath before responding, struggling to find the right balance between empathy and reality. "I can understand how it might have felt like they were all monsters to you, Daniel," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But the truth is that even those who committed those horrible crimes...they had families too. Maybe not as wonderful as yours used to be, but..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought. "I'm not saying I excuse what you did," she continues quickly, sensing his unease with her words. "All I'm trying to say is that if we focus too much on punishing others, we can sometimes forget about ourselves and our own healing." She pauses for a moment before asking gently, "Do you want to talk about anything else?"

Meera listens intently to his words, biting her lower lip as he continues to express his frustration and hurt. She understands why he feels the way he does, but she can't help but feel conflicted about it at the same time. She takes a step closer to him, reaching out to place a hand gently on his shoulder. "I am different from everyone else," she says softly, her voice filled with conviction. "Because I care about you. About your well-being. And I believe that everyone deserves a chance to be heard and understood." She pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing. "Yes, the things you've done are terrible...but doesn't that make it even more important for us to try to find a way to help you through this?" Her eyes search his face, looking for any sign of agreement or dissent. "If we don't, if all we do is focus on punishing people...then who wins? The gangs? The criminals? Or the victims?" She asks quietly, her hand still resting lightly on his shoulder. "Because in my book," she says, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, "the only true winner here is someone who can find a way to heal."

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his eyes bore into hers, the tears in his gaze making her chest ache with sympathy and understanding. For just a moment, she forgets that he's her patient; that the lines between them are supposed to be clear and distinct. All she can see is someone who needs help, someone who wants nothing more than to feel loved and cared for in this cold, unforgiving world.

Meera takes a deep breath, her hand slowly moving from his shoulder to gently wipe away the tears that have begun to spill down his cheeks. "Of course I'll help you heal, Daniel," she whispers softly. "As your doctor and as someone who cares for you...that's my job." Her voice trails off as she stares into his eyes, searching for any sign of relief or hope.

But what she truly longs to do is so much more than that: she wants to hold him close, kiss away the pain and fear that haunts his expression; she wants to tell him that even though his past actions have been terrible, there's still goodness in him left worth fighting for. And although she knows this would be highly unprofessional - not to mention against hospital policy - a part of her can't help but feel like if she doesn't reach out now...if she doesn't try in some small way to make a connection with him...then she might never have another chance.

She looks deep into his eyes as he wipes away his tears, her heart aching with empathy and understanding. This man has been through so much pain and suffering, and yet here he is, still clinging to hope, still searching for a way to find peace within himself. It's in this moment that she knows she can't turn her back on him; that despite all the horrors he's committed, there must be some part of Daniel Sigsworth worth saving.

As his tears begin to subside and his breathing slowly becomes more steady, Meera reaches out with one hand to gently stroke his cheek, wiping away the remaining traces of moisture. "You know," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "you don't have to go through this alone."

She takes a step closer to him, her body heat enveloping him like a blanket, and with the other hand, she places it on his shoulder once more. The contact between them is electric; she can feel the warmth of his skin against hers and for a moment, they remain like that: two people connected not only by their professional roles but also by something deeper, more primal. Something that defies words and transcends time itself.

And as she stands there with him, looking into those haunted eyes, she knows that despite all the obstacles that lie ahead - despite the danger and uncertainty of getting too close to someone like Daniel Sigsworth - it's a risk she's willing to take. Because in this moment, she realizes that her job as his doctor isn't just about treating his physical ailments; it's about healing his soul, and trying to find some sliver of hope amidst all the darkness that surrounds him.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, but she keeps her expression steady as she smiles gently back at him. "Thank you, Daniel. You're very kind," she says softly, feeling the tension between them begin to ease somewhat. "Now why don't we take a break from all this?" She gestures towards the bed, where a clean set of sheets awaits them both. "We can talk some more or even watch a movie or something if you'd like."

Her hand still resting on his shoulder, she turns to head over to the bed, pausing once more to meet his gaze. There's an unspoken question in her eyes: is he ready to trust her enough to take this step? To let down his guard and allow himself to feel something again? He doesn't respond with words; instead, his expression seems to soften slightly, conveying a sense of longing and hope that makes her heart race.

Taking a deep breath, she moves closer still, until they're standing almost side by side at the foot of the bed. "You know you can always talk to me, Daniel," she says quietly, looking over at him from underneath her lashes. "I'm here for you...no matter what."

As their bodies brush against each other in this shared space, she feels an almost electric current flow between them, a connection that seems to grow stronger with every passing moment. And though she knows they shouldn't be doing this - that the risks are too high, both for him and for her career - she can't help but wonder if maybe...just maybe...it's exactly what they both need right now.

Meera can't help but feel her cheeks flush as she notices his arousal, and the realization that he finds her attractive sends a shiver down her spine. "Daniel?" she asks softly, taking a small step closer to him, almost instinctively reaching out to touch him.

Her fingers graze over the front of his pants, feeling the warmth and hardness beneath the fabric. She hesitates for a moment before cupping his cock through the denim, her hand stroking slowly upward in an attempt to comfort him, to ease some of the tension that's building within him.

Their eyes meet once more as she continues to touch him, their faces mere inches apart now. Her heart races, and she can feel the blood pounding in her ears, making it difficult to think straight. All she knows is that she wants this - she wants to feel his skin against hers, to know what it's like to be wanted by someone like Daniel Sigsworth.

Taking a deep breath, she reaches down with her free hand and unbuttons his pants, slowly pulling them open and revealing his hard cock to the air. "Are you sure this is what you want?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she runs her fingers over the head of his erection. "Because once we cross this line...there's no going back."

As she hears his words, Meera's heart pounds wildly in her chest and her blood rushes to places it hasn't been in a long time. Despite the risk they are taking, despite everything that could go wrong...she finds herself unable to resist any longer. She takes another step closer to him, reaching out with both hands to cup his erection firmly through his boxers.

Her thumbs brush lightly over the head of his cock as she strokes up and down, watching as he shivers at her touch. His eyes are locked on hers, filled with desire and need, and it only serves to make her braver, more daring. Slowly but surely, she lowers herself onto her knees in front of him, pushing aside his boxers completely to free his cock from its confines.

Meera takes another moment to look up at him, searching for any sign that he's changed his mind, that he regrets what they're about to do. But when she sees only desire and hunger in his eyes, she knows there's no going back now. With a shaky breath, she wraps her lips around the head of his cock and begins sucking gently, feeling him twitch against her tongue.

As she starts to bob her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke, she hears Daniel groan loudly above her, his hands burying themselves in her hair as he begs for more. The feel of his hard cock sliding along the roof of her mouth is almost enough to make her lose focus entirely, but she refuses to give in until she feels him tense and spasm beneath her lips, filling her mouth with his hot, salty cum.

It's only once he's finished that she pulls away,

Her heart is racing as their eyes meet, their connection palpable in the air between them. "I can't...believe we just did that," she whispers hoarsely, still feeling the warmth of his cum on her tongue. She expected him to be rougher, more demanding...but instead, he was gentle with her, considerate in a way that only served to heighten the intimacy of their encounter.

As she continues to look at him, studying his face for any sign of regret or shame, she finds herself unable to muster those emotions herself. Instead, there's a strange sense of peace settling over her like a warm blanket on a cold night. Despite all the reasons she shouldn't have done this...all the ways it could ruin her career and reputation...she can't help but feel glad that she did. Because for just a moment, she was able to forget about everything else; she was just Meera, a person whose job it was to heal others...and in this one brief exchange with Daniel Sigsworth, she found herself feeling more alive than she had in a long time.

Meera smiles softly up at him as he speaks, her eyes still holding his gaze with an intensity that seems to deepen with every passing second. "I understand why you might think it's wrong," she says gently, "but I don't believe that everything that feels good has to be inherently bad." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "Maybe...just maybe, this is something we should explore further. Not just because of our jobs, but because of who we are as people."

Her hand reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, the touch sending a shiver down his spine. She's never been one for casual physical contact with her patients; it's always been strictly professional, despite the occasional moments where she wished she could reach out and offer comfort or solace. But with Daniel...she feels differently. Maybe it's because of what they've just shared, or perhaps it's something deeper still.

"Daniel," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper now, "do you want to keep exploring this?" She hesitates again before asking the next question, feeling her cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment: "Do you...do you want me to help you feel better? Not just as your doctor...but as...as someone else?"

Hearing his reply sends a thrill coursing through her veins; she can feel herself growing hot at the thought of continuing their exploration. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she carefully steps back from him and reaches up with one hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Alright then," she whispers huskily, trying to keep her voice steady despite the desire that's coursing through her.

She takes another step closer to him, moving until they are almost touching once more. Her heart is pounding in her chest as their bodies brush against each other, and for a moment she wonders if this is really what she should be doing...if there aren't any lines she shouldn't cross. But then Daniel's breath fans across her cheek, warm and light, and it reminds her of why she's here: to help him heal.

"Tell me what you want," she whispers, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear. "I want this to be good for you...to make things better." As she speaks, she reaches out to cup his cheek gently with one hand, her touch light and exploratory.

The air between them seems charged now, electric with anticipation and desire. Meera can feel herself growing more bold as they stand there together, so close that they could kiss at any moment. And even though she knows there's no turning back from this path they've chosen to walk down...she doesn't want to stop anymore. Not until she's explored every inch of him, discovered every secret corner of his soul.