The Cat's Meow

I. The Escapist || Introduction 

It was ten in the evening, the day had been rather luminous, picturesque for the most part; but Marilyn hadn’t had the pleasure to appreciate today, of course, the clinic had been getting quite the reputation by now, and she had a schedule to complete today. At times she would roll her eyes and curse the Heavens for having gotten into such a tiring situation, but rather after, she would likely forget while looking at the pitiful soul sitting in front of her. With her examining blue eyes, she would stare them down, trying not to judge them too harshly, but of course, once they started speaking, there wouldn’t be a doubt that they truly needed some help. She was a psychiatrist after all, the only light of hope that these creatures would ever have the luck to find. Every patient was different, every face, body structure, and even way of speaking were completely unique; but only some stood out the most. Marilyn would remember the names of these patients and offer them a stay in her home; there she would encase them in gifts and anything they’d want, but always with the sole intention of receiving a certain gain herself.

She would trap them for hours, make them believe it was all part of a program to make them face their own fears, but it was only a cruel trap for her to have her way with them; just like a mistress with her slave, but instead, these were actually feeding her with money. The woman would tie them, bind them to posts, introduce needles in their body, slit their skin and make them believe it was alright. “It’s all part of the progress, darling” she would say in her sweet voice to the blinded man.“You’ll feel brand new after this” were the last words they ever heard from her before passing out from the terrible pain. Like the mistress of puppets, Marilyn knew exactly which patients would have enough courage to tell the world of her malicious ways, and that was exactly why she had her own group of spécialités. So she could have some fun right in her palm. Of course, though, not all fairy tales last forever. Soon after she let an intruder in, they gathered all information about her; seduced her and even tried to command her in her own clinic. This would have all turned out rather promisingly had the man been first let his doctor have a go at him firstly. Marilyn was no fool, though, she noticed the man was a little too eager and didn’t hesitate to threaten him with court; proving his mundane ways futile.

Now that had been months ago, and Marilyn had not been having her shot of sanity for as long as that had been. She was getting tired of the same old routine: sleep, gym, clinic, home, sleep, and so on; throw in some sightings around the city and it would turn ever less tedious, but that was truly everything she had right now. But she needed more, and actually thought of a certain business she could acquire for her own benefit. Certain patients and friends of her had spoken so tirelessly about slaves and the slave market it only just intrigued the redhead all the more to the point of her giving in and actually wanting to go and invest on some of the so-called ‘slaves’ perhaps even have a go at them and push them out of their own limits. Not today, however, it was far too late and as tedious as her current schedule appeared to be, she needed to be back in the mansion for her usual bubble bath and sleep, for tomorrow she would be visiting the infamous House of Saints and maybe even try her luck with this new experience.