Page 2 of Stalked By the Doctor

She's not telling me everything.

"Britney," I say gently. "I'm here to help you. But I can only do that if you're honest with me about what's going on."

Her eyes shine with tears as she looks up at me. In that moment I'm lost. I would move heaven and earth to take away her pain.

"Please tell me," I urge softly. "You can trust me."

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. When she speaks, her voice is scarcely more than a whisper.

"My stepdad, he—he hurts me sometimes."

A strangled sound leaves my throat as my vision goes red.

"Oh," her cheeks color when she realizes what I think she means by that. "Not likethat. I mean, I don't like the way he looks at me. He's never t-touched me. I'm still a virgin," she whisper tearfully.

All the blood in my body goes south at her admission. I feel almost dizzy with the knowledge. This beautiful girl is untouched.

Sweet, innocent,ripe.

My cock aches to shred that innocence.

"What does he do to hurt you, sweetheart?" I ask her, tyring to keep my mind on her health needs and off the aching flesh in my pants.

"H-he won't let me eat and—he locks me in my room." Her words dissolve into quiet sobs.

Rage bubbles up inside me, white-hot and venomous. The bastard. The filthy, sadistic bastard. I pull Britney into my arms, cradling her as she weeps against my chest.

"Shh," I soothe, stroking her hair. "You're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you again. I promise."

She's not going back to her stepdad's. That I vow. I'll make sure she has a place to stay.

A fierce protectiveness rises in me as I hold this broken girl in my arms. She is mine now. I will keep her safe.

And I will make her tormentor pay.

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I ease Britney back onto the bed, tucking the blankets around her.

"Get some rest," I say gently. "I'll be back to check on you soon.

She nods, eyes already drooping shut, exhausted from her ordeal. I watch her for a long moment, tracing the delicate lines of her face. Such innocence. Such vulnerability.

I'm hard as a rock just thinking about it.

With an effort, I turn away and stride out of the room. I have work to do. Plans to make.

Britney's tormentor will not get away with this. I will hunt him down if it's the last thing I do. And when I find him, he will beg for mercy before I rip his pathetic life away.

No one hurts what's mine.

My hands clench into fists, nails biting into my palms. The beast within snarls and strains at its chains, hungry for vengeance. I take a deep breath, regaining control.

I'm a doctor. I'm supposed to ease pain—not create it. But an exception must be made in this case. Only a monster would harm such an innocent creature, and I feel like it's my personal duty to make him pay.

Patience.I must have patience.

When the time is right, I will feed the beast. And it will feast on agony and death.

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