The Psychopath & His Psychiatrist (OPEN PM)

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The Psychopath & His Psychiatrist (CLOSED)

Anastasia Moretti is 25 a Criminal Psychiatrist who has beauty and brains. She was known for working intensely with criminals to find out what made them tick and why they did what they did. The work was intense, and she got pretty close to some very dangerous criminals. She had always been able to keep her feelings out of it and made them feel like she was their friend and she cared about them. Her job made it hard to have a personal life and there was no man in her life. She hadn’t really ever met a man who excited her or seemed even remotely interesting to her maybe that was because she spent her days with criminals who were extremely interesting.

Today she was meeting a new criminal Maxwell Scott who had a rap sheet as long as her arm. He had committed some horrendous crimes from kidnap to murder. He wasn’t the most typical criminal looks wise. He was attractive really attractive. The other guys she had worked with she had never thought anything about them other than they were psychopaths. Now he was a psychopath but an attractive psychopath which indicated to her some of his victims may have been willing at first and he was a smooth talker who could woo girls without even trying.

She was feeling nervous about meeting him because every first meeting with each of the criminals was a little awkward because they were strangers and there was no rapport between them. Her job was to build rapport and quickly so they would let her in take down their walls and really bare their souls to her. She was sat in her office playing with her hair wearing a black dress. She was watching the door waiting for the guards bring him.

The guards brought him in. “Uncuff him please guards.” She said. The guards always thought she was crazy when she asked them to uncuff the dangerous criminals she worked with but her practice was to treat them like human beings and give them back some of their rights so they would trust her and let her in. “Dr Moretti are you sure?” The guard asked. “Yes, I am and then you can leave.” She said smiling. The guard uncuffed him and then left. “I am Dr Moretti, but you can call me Anastasia.” She said smiling at him as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
 
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Anastasia didn’t have the most conventional childhood. Her mother was a drug addict and her father an alcoholic. She had seen some things that would make the average person’s head explode but maybe that was why she got into this career and specialised in criminal psychopaths. Her favourite kind of man to work with were serial killers they were so fascinating to her. She wanted to get inside their heads and just see what made them who they were. For a few years now she had been working with different serial killers to build up information on their backgrounds, the build up to crimes, what they thought when they were committing crimes, the aftermath of the crime and what fuelled them. She had been wanting to start a study on serial killers to see if there was links in their childhoods, criminal motivation and thought patterns to see if there was a way of catching serial killers before they committed multiple murders.

“Yes, I know. I have been working here a long time you don’t need to remind me every time.” Anastasia said. She purposefully showed that she didn’t have respect for the guards many of the serial killers she had been working with liked she also didn’t like law enforcement. A pretty rebelling against the system. She closely watched him cupping an imaginary kitten. “No sadly not a duchess.” She said running her fingers through her hair. His eyes shifted to the file sat in front of her on the desk. He took the file and opened it. He pointed to the first page which was his juvenile record. “They are sealed to people who don’t need to know. I have access because I am your psychiatrist and it is supposed to help me understand how to help you and what issues you have faced.” She said.

She watched him looking through his file. They didn’t have a lot on him and generally she didn’t like to go off just the files she liked to figure out the criminals herself and gain real insight. It was still quite amazing the caught him with so little information. She had many questions for him but wouldn’t rush into them. “You know I personally disregard these files though because they are shaped by law enforcers who don’t want to let the real stories come out. They want to make the criminals as insane as possible so people don’t see them as people anymore so the real functioning psychopaths can keep men like you locked up like an animal.” She said.

She took his file and threw it in the trash can. “I don’t care what this says about you. I want to know from the source. You are the only one who really knows who you are, and they don’t know you. I think you are smarter than all of them. You see I think you play a character for them and don’t reveal the real Maxwell Scoot. I want to know him. I want to be his friend. I want to help him.” She said.
 
Anastasia gulped nervously. “Well Maxwell I want to really know you. Those files are not the whole picture of a person and they don’t always tell the truth or have the whole facts. People want clear cut villains and that is what those files do they create a narrative that is easy to understand for the average person because murder scares people because they don’t understand it and not understanding something is scary for average people.” She said.

Anastasia did believe what she was saying. A lot of the serial killers she had worked with had “It’s not like you wake up one day and just decide to murder someone there is a reason for it and I like to understand those reasons and triggers. Yes, I have seen someone die. I have worked with a lot of death row serial killers. The look of life fading out of a person’s eyes is one you could never forget. It must be different being the one taking the life then witnessing it. Does it give you a rush?” She said.

She watched him pick up her recorder and say she hadn’t turned it on. “Is it okay if I turn it on? I don’t want to turn it on if you don’t want it on. I take notes the good old-fashioned way if that is better for you.” She said. She took the recorder. She turned on the recorder and placed on her notebook. He smiled at her and his eyes were moving over her. She fidgeted with her hair looking into his eyes. “Yes, Maxwell I want to help you. I want to make your life better.” She said.

She saw him glancing back at the door. She knew what he meant when he said he wanted to be her friend and it made her tingle in her panties. A soft pink touched her cheeks. He was making her blush. “Well I have a study which is pretty new it is a study into the minds of serial killers to build profiles and find links between backgrounds, build-ups and motivators. Now I am sure if you are willing to work with me but if only you have privacy, I could get that. People are so interested in criminal minds.” She said.
 
“Well maybe figuring out what makes you tick might benefit me and my research more but it is always good to understand yourself and I am guessing with you in solitary you miss conversation and don’t get to talk about your crimes you know to relive them and get a bit of the killer high by going back into how it made you feel, motivation and the aftermath.” Anastasia said.

She knew she couldn’t magical fix this man and to be honest she didn’t want to. She found the mind of serial killers fascinating. She had helped some of the serial killers she worked with but there was no fix with them she just helped them understand themselves better and made their life better in the prison.

Maxwell was making her blush and feel tingles all over her body. She looked at him as she ran her fingers through her hair. She bites her bottom lip. She could tell he knew she was turned on by him. “To be honest yes, it is a thrilling job. I like to understand the mind of a psychopath. I hope you don’t mind me calling you that.” She said. She was trying her hardest to stay professional, but it wasn’t easy.

“I can’t get you out of prison, but I can make your life prison more comfortable. Get you things you want that aren’t available on prison commissary and get you out of solitary if you want that or a better cell.” She said. She leaned forward over the desk her breasts pushed together against the table. “And well we could be very good friends. You do what I want and work with me and it will be a very personal relationship and I can get those prying eyes away.” She said.

She couldn’t believe the way she was behaving with him. She had never behaved like this with other serial killers yes she had been flirty with them but nothing as far as she was willing to go for Maxwell. “You make me wet Maxwell and yes, it is the danger and thrill of who you are but you are awfully attractive too.” She whispered to him.
 
Anastasia was feeling intense emotions for this man she had just met, and it wasn’t like they could have a real relationship he was a psychopath serial killer locked up in prison for the rest of his life. His eyes were shifting towards her making her fidget with her hair before and her cheeks were red. “Maxwell I am not new to this and your stories won’t give me nightmares. I have seen and heard the worst of the worse. I want to be a visitor in your dark little world though.” She said.

She saw him leaning in and wondered what he was going to do. The guard yelled for him to sit back. She was disappointed she didn’t get to see what he was going to do. She was frustrated that the guards were intruding their session. “Yes, I know. But there are ways around it. I can get my boss to agree to closed sessions with no guards.” She said.

He leaned back. “What would you like?” She asked. She watched him picking up his file. She wondered what he was going to do. He began writing numbers she guessed it was a phone number, but she wondered whose it was. She doubted he had a hidden phone in his cell because the guards did random checks all the time.

She was surprised when he leapt to his feet. Her heart raced as he blocked her into the corner. Her pussy was on fire and she was a little scared but mostly turned on. His hand grabbed her throat. She trembled under his hand. He rips her wet panties off and pocketed them. She wanted him so much right now, but the moment was broken up by the guards.

They were quick at cuffing him and dragging him off. She looked at him her eyes full of desire. She wondered what would happen when and if she called Anthony. She went off into the bathroom and started to play with her pussy. She was fingering herself hard biting her lip keeping moans in as she started creaming all over her fingers thinking of Maxwell.

The rest of her day her mind was only thinking of Maxwell. She hoped the guards hadn’t been too rough on him. She had met with her boss and of course left out the part that he had stolen her underwear and he had agreed to closed sessions no guards but there would be a panic button if he got out of control. She wouldn’t use it. When she got home, she rang the number. “Is this Anthony?” She said.
 
Anastasia could hear what sounded like a woman gagging. She wondered if he was receiving head while he was on the phone with her. His voice was intimidating but she had worked with men much scary than this man sounded. “Um I was told to ring you by Maxwell Scott. He told me to tell you it is time and that I should do what you tell me. I am Annie I um work with him in prison.” She said. She didn’t want to tell him her full name and what exactly she did.

She wondered what Anthony would tell her to do. She was nervous and wondering if Maxwell wanted her to break the law. She felt like she probably would do anything that man asked her to. He already had her hooked. She hated it but she loved. She loved that he turned her on more than any man had ever and he had inspired an amazing orgasm earlier at work of all places. She had never masturbated at work until today. She felt Maxwell was going to have her breaking all of her rules, breaking her boundaries and testing her morals.
 
Anastasia did as she was told collected burner phone and put his number in them. She had called as he told her and then she drove down to the place where he told her to meet him. She felt nervous but if Maxwell wanted her to see this man to help him then she would.

She pulled up after him. She had come from a workout so was dressed differently to her normal attire. She slid out of her car. She was taken aback by him pointing a gun at her. She put her hands up. Her eyes widened a little scared hoping he wouldn’t hurt her. She hoped Maxwell hadn’t set up to be attacked. She was very aware this was a secluded place and nobody would see or hear a thing if he choose to attack her.

She walked towards him trying to keep calm. He hooker her arm and walked her behind his car. She couldn’t believe he was asking her to strip. “You are very protective friend of Maxwell.” She said. She started taking of her gym bra letting her boobs bounce free. She then bent down to take off her shoes followed by her joggers. Finally, she pulled off her panties. “No wires.” She said holding her hands up in the air her naked body on show. “Now can I put my clothes back on?” She asked.
 
Anastasia looked forward. She felt Anthony’s hands on her body. His rough hands were sliding up and down her curvy frame. She wondered if he was going to rape her. If he did and she screamed for her help nobody would hear her and if they did nobody would be rushing to help her in this rough area.

“What are you going to do to me? Maxwell said you would know what to do. Does he want you to fuck me?” She said. She wondered what the hell was going on and what the thing he was going to do that she wouldn’t like. She could feel his hard cock against her. “Well I am risking everything being here so pretty much anything.” She said. She wondered how far she would actually go for him.

He told her to stay still and her body froze. She saw he had a realistic looking dildo. Was he going to use her body with that toy? She slid her fingers into it and felt it was hollowed out inside. “Yes.” She said nodding agreeing it felt like the real thing. She wondered what it had inside what she was going to be smuggling for him, but she decided not to ask. She saw him go take the dildo and put it on her passengers’ seat.

She glanced back and saw him going through her bag. She realised he was looking for her ID. She heard the camera flash as he took pictures. She nodded when he asked her if she really wanted him, she was blushing. She really did want Maxwell more than she had ever wanted anything. He told her to get dressed and she quickly did not want to be naked in this darky and secluded area longer than she had to.

She wondered what the magazine were for. “Okay. Thank you.” She said. She walked away to her car and rather swiftly drove away.

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Few days later she was back at the prison and explained to the guards what the new arrangement would be, and they thought she was absolutely crazy wanting to be alone with him. She sat in her private office wearing a tight red dress waiting for Maxwell with the dildo inside of her. She had the magazines in her bag for him. She felt so naughty with it deep in her. She wondered how it would feel him sliding it out of her. She was excited to see him but also feeling quite nervous.
 
Anastasia was informed there was an issue with Maxwell. She wanted to see what was happening so left her office to check in. He was supposed to be in her office right now but whatever was going on was stopping their session starting. She wondered if the guards thought the sessions were going to be carried out traditionally in the interview room, but she got the go ahead from her top boss to run the sessions how she wanted to. Well her boss didn’t know that Anastasia was wanting the session to be much more than therapy.

She walked into a room where he was being held. She was surprised to see him injured he didn’t get any interaction with other inmates so the bruises, bust and swollen lip, black eye and stitches could have only been inflicted by the guards. “Hello Correctional Officer, what is going on did you not get the memo about my work with Mr Scott is going to be ran as a study and needs to be in a relax and non-disturbed environment so this session will be done in my office. I have a panic button in my office so don’t worry about my safety.” She said. She could tell the Correctional Officer thought she was insane wanting to be alone with this man.

The Correctional Officer escorted Maxwell to her office and sat him onto a chair. “I will uncuff his hands but not his feet safety precaution for you Ma’am.” He said uncuffing his hands but leaving his feet cuffed. “Behave Maxwell.” He said before walking out leaving them alone. In her office there was no cameras. “Are you okay? You look like you have been in a fight. Was it one sided?” She said. She wouldn’t directly come out and ask if it was the guards. She went and sat behind her desk and went into her draw and pulled out the magazines she was told to bring him. She slid the magazines across to him. “Anthony asked me to bring you these and well something else not as easy to get out.” She said looking at him as she played with her hair.
 
Anastasia didn’t believe him when he said he fell out of his cot. “It looks painful. Have they given you anything for it? You look like you need some TLC Maxwell.” She said biting on her lip looking into his eyes. She wouldn’t mind being his naughty nurse. She watched him looking through the magazines she guessed Anthony had hidden messages for him.

“Well I might need your help to um get it out.” She said blushing. She lifted her legs up onto the table and she spread her legs wide open. She moved her panties to the side. “Anthony gave me something hollow that fits perfectly up there.” She said. She couldn’t believe the way she was behaving with him. It was so out of character for her to behave like this but Maxwell brought out a side of her she didn’t know she had.

“He said there’s something in it that only you know how to get it out.” She said. She looked at her pussy just casually on show. Her pussy was glistening wet.
 
Anastasia bites on her lip feeling him pull her panties off. She watched him sniff at them before putting them in his pocket. His eyes felt like they were burning holes through her. His gaze on her was intense and made her wriggle around in her chair the dildo moving around in her wet pussy. She nodded blushing it was deep in her.

She shook her head no he hadn’t fucked her. Hearing him say about Anthony keeping his dick out of other men’s bitches. She smiled a little him seeing her as his bitch she liked very much. She felt his hand move to her pelvis. She normally kept her pussy hairless but had forgotten to shave this morning when she had showered. She nodded.

She moaned feeling his hand clamp on her neck. She held her breathe looking at him. He cupped her breast and tugged on her dress making her bare breasts pop out of her dress. “Yes, I understand sir.” She said her nipples were rock hard. She felt his finger sliding into her making her moan out loudly her hips wriggling against his fingers.

“Yes, it has been in long. I put in after I showered sir.” She said. She groaned out feeling him pull the dildo out of her wet pussy. She watched him open it and saw the baggies of capsules and vials and wondered exactly what she had smuggled in for this dangerous criminal.

Her thoughts were draw away from that when he said it was time to thank her properly. He put her up on her desk. She pulled him to her by his prison jumpsuit. She pulled his cock out and slapped it against her wet pussy. “Have you thought about fucking me Maxwell? You want fuck your doctor.” She said teasing her pussy with his cock. She was running his tip against her wet pussy.

She rammed his cock into her wet pussy. She thrusted her hips on his cock. “Oh god fuck your doctor.” She cried out under him. Her tits were bouncing. “Think you may have to gag me don’t want the guards thinking your hurting me and that they need to stop you because I want you to hurt me Maxwell.” She said.
 
Maxwell’s cock felt so big and thick deep in Anastasia little pussy. She loved how he felt in her his cock felt like it belonged deep in her tight pussy. He pulled the straps of her dress and rolled her dress to her hips. Her boobs were bouncing free. She laughed when he called himself a virgin because he had never fucked a doctor. She hadn’t fucked any guy for quite some time definitely none of her patients here at the prison. With Maxwell she was breaking all her rules. She had been depending on self pleasure to get off.

He was slammed his hand over her mouth as he started taking control fucking her so good. Her pussy was contracting around his cock. She screamed out into his hand. She nodded her head he was filling her thoughts with dirty fantasises from the moment they met. She was having multiple orgasms. He was ravaging her breast. Her nipples were rock hard. She was starting to feel like there wasn’t a lot she wouldn’t do for this man.

She was screaming against his hand. Having intense orgasm one after the other. Her body was trembling under him. She nodded her head yes, she was a screamer. She was very noisy in bed. She knew she could get in an awful lot of trouble for being with him like this and smuggling drugs in for him. She could lose her license as a doctor. She was surprised to feel him slide out of her pussy and ram into her ass unlubed not even any spit to help slide it in.

Her eyes were wide, and she bite down on his hand screaming feeling him stretch out her tiny little asshole with his criminal cock. His cock was getting really deep in her ass. Her hand moved down to her clit and she rubbed. She then started to slap her pussy and it made her cum and squirt all over the desk. He legs were shaking and trembling. His cock buried all the way up her ass.

“Yes, I want Daddy’s cum. Please give me Daddy’s cum. Fill me up with your cum Daddy. Fill me up with you cum Daddy.” She cried out. She looked into his eyes her eyes begging for his cum in her. Her ass was squeezing around his cock gripping him tightly. She wanted to feel his cum flood her ass.
 
Anastasia was disappointed when he pulled out of her ass. She looked up at him pouty when he asked did she think she was worthy of his cum. She wanted that cum she craved his cum wherever he wanted to put it. She would take it wherever he sprayed it. He told her he would give her his cum if she lost her dress and got on her knees. She slid off the desk and threw her dress off. He caught her dress. He spun her around and wrapped it around her elbow. He grabbed at her hair as she got down on her knees.

He shoved his cock into her mouth. She could taste her ass on his cock. His hands were in her hair and he was shoving his cock down her throat. She looked up at him wide eyed gagging on his cock. She was slobbering all over his thick cock. He sprayed his cum down her throat and she swallowed it eagerly. He ordered her to clean him up. She hungrily licked and lapped his cock. She watched him tuck his cock back away. He helped her onto her feet. His hand clamped her neck and a hand moved over her mouth. She looked into his eyes.

She heard a guard knocking. He moved his hand off her mouth. “No, I am fine. We are just working through some deep issues. Maxwell is being a model prisoner and working through his pain.” She said. She hoped the guard wouldn’t come in. She was naked right now and there was no way of denying what was going on if he did walk in and her life would be ruined if she was caught with Maxwell like this.
 
Anastasia nodded she agreed they made a good team. “Yeah we do.” She said. He pulled her to him and kissed her. She was taken aback he didn’t seem like the kind man who kissed a lot. She kissed him back her tongue was tangling with his. He pushed her onto her desk and plunged his cock into her pussy.

She moaned into the kiss. He was thrusting into her wet pussy. He felt so good inside of her. She was screaming out loving how he fucked her. He told her to keep quiet and shut her mouth or they would be caught. She was trying hard to not be so noisy. He was ramming into her tight pussy which was so wet. “Yes, I understand.” She said.

She covered her mouth keeping a scream in as she started cumming all over his thick cock. She was screaming into her hand. He shushed her. His hands wrapped around her legs and waist clamping them together. Her pussy was squelching as he pounded her. She heard him grunting as he was owning her pussy.

He started cumming deep inside of her and it set her off on another orgasm. He had given her so many orgasms she had lots count. Her eyelids were fluttering her body feeling intense pleasure.
 
Maxwell exploded deep inside of Anastasia pussy. She was very shaky, and her body felt rather weak. He clamped his hand over her mouth keeping her quiet. She collapsed down on the desk. Her body felt tired out. Cum was dripping out of her and all over the desk. He zipped himself up. She sighed happily. She lay their regaining he breath. She rolled onto her side. “Okay I will keep in contact with him.” She said.

He got up and picked up the toy and slid it back into her. He pushed back as much cum into her gaped pussy. She moaned out feeling so full. He helped her to a seated position. Her head was light, and she couldn’t think straight. She felt like she could just sleep for hours after that. He was telling her to get dressed but she couldn’t really find the strength to get herself up and dressed.

He snapped his fingers at her and helped her to her feet. He walked her to the bathroom and shut the door on her. She splashed water in her face. She felt like she was high, but she hadn’t taken anything she thought maybe she was high on Maxwell. He had quite the affect on her. She started getting herself dressed and made sure she looked presentable. She walked back out to him. “Do you think that was a successful session Maxwell?” She asked.
 
“Well Maxwell I think it will be hard to forget with your cum still in my pussy.” She said laughing. She then called for the guard to come take him back to his cell. She hoped what she had smuggled in for him wouldn’t be found by the guards when they searched him. She watched them drag him back away to his cell. The rest of her day she couldn’t get him off her mind.

She left his cum and the dildo inside of her until she got home. She pulled it out slowly and saw it was covered with his dried up cum he had left deep inside of her. She showered and then went to bed. She text Anthony on one of the burner phones: It worked Maxwell was very pleased and told me to keep in contact with you.
 
Anastasia had the next day off from work and spent most of the day thinking of Maxwell. This man had her obsessed with him. She was reading up any and every news article that had been written about him and watching every news report. She wanted whatever this relationship was to be more than just fucking she wanted to get to know how his mind worked and what really made him a serial killing psychopath.

She got herself dressed to go do some errands before meeting Anthony. She had the see through dildo inside of her not wanting to carry it around in her bag. She guessed he would problem strip her again today so might as keep it somewhere nice and safe and tight. She drove down their meeting place and got out of her car waiting for Anthony nervously.
 
Anastasia blushed as he told her she looked like a princess fucking porn star. She frowned at him. He leaned on his trunk. She walked over to him her. “When did he tell you that? He doesn’t phone calls very often the guards hate his guts.” She said. She pushed her hair back. “I don’t dress for men I dress for me so what I wear has nothing to do with you and is not an invitation. Now I know being respectful to woman doesn’t come easy to you but try at least.” She said with a smirk.

She laughed when he asked about him and told her he didn’t mean about how fucked her. “Well he is still psychotic, and I am aware he is manipulating me in every way he can, but I am allowing it to happen so maybe I am as crazy as him. I don’t completely understand the way his mind works just yet, but I am getting there. Why are you concerned about him?” She said.
 
Anastasia looked at him as she played with her hair. “Yes, Anthony I know how to play chess.” She said. He continued his questioning on chess. She was confused where he was going with this. “Why are you saying this? I am not playing chess with him I am trying to outthink him. This isn’t a game this is my life Anthony.” She said. She ran her fingers through he hair looking at him. Silence hung in the air. He turned and faced her planting a hand on either side of the car blocking her path. “What makes you think I love him? I barely know him. I might not know what I am getting into completely.” She said. She took the piece of paper from him.

She turned and headed back to her car confused by what had just happened. “I don’t get why you are doing this. I thought you were his friend his ally. Seems to me you are a bit of a traitor. I wonder how well that would go down with Anthony. Thanks for the advice but I am a big girl I can look after myself.” She said. She got in her car and drove away. She couldn’t believe what had happened. She expected this meeting to go differently. She was going to meet this Alison to see what the hell he was on about.

She went home and went to bed but didn’t get much sleep at all. The next day she got dressed and went down to the address Anthony had given her for Alison. She knocked on the door and wondering what she would discover when the door was opened.
 
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Anastasia didn’t initial recognise the girl, but it was clear the girl knew her. The apartment was small to say the least and this girl looked very rough. She could hear a baby crying. She glanced over to the wall and saw the degree on the wall which was the same as her and realised she had gone to school with her. “Yes 10 years. Don’t worry about it. Um yeah I will take a coffee.” She said.

She followed her. She noticed all the news papers were on work ads. She wondered why she wasn’t working in the same field as her anymore. “Well I was told you know my newest patient. Maxwell Scott. I just wanted to find out why you know and if you can give me any inside on him so I can treat him better.” She said. She wasn’t going to tell her she was involved with him. She wasn’t one to overly share about her personal life.

“What are you doing now? You still in the field of Psychiatry or have you taken a break to look after that cute little one?” She said. She didn’t want to intrude on her life, but she needed to know how she knew Maxwell, how he treated her and where he life had led after meeting him. She didn’t know what she was going to learn and if it would change anything she felt or not.
 
Anastasia was surprised to see Allison trembling at the mention of Maxwell. She poured a coffee and slid it over to her. Anastasia sipped on the coffee looking at her wondering how her life had fallen apart. She was drinking vodka in her coffee and a shaking mess. “Yes, he is my patient. Why should I drop him?” She said. She put her cup down and looked into Allison’s eyes seeing fear. She gently placed her hand on her shaking hand. “What happened between you and him? Talk to me.” She said. She wanted to know everything about what had happened between Maxwell and Allison. She wondered if any of it would change the way she was feeling about him.
 
Anastasia could see the pain all over Allison’s face. “Allison, I need you to tell me what happened. I promise I will never tell anyone.” She said. She needed to know what Maxwell had done to her. She needed the truth from Allison’s lips then she could make her decision on if she continued whatever she had with Maxwell or if she ended. She couldn’t make a decision without knowing the facts.

“Is that baby his? No, he doesn’t know where you are, and I would tell him.” She said. She followed her into the nursery. “Allison tell me everything now and I won’t bother you again. I need to know.” She said. She looked at Allison and the baby wondering just what led to that baby being born.
 
“Of course, I would not tell anyone what you tell me. I wouldn’t put you or your child in danger.” Anastasia said. She watched Allison soothing her child. She listened to her talk about how Maxwell had made her feel. She didn’t quite know how to feel about what she was being told. She was confused. He had already got her smuggling who knows what in for him, but she wondered what else he had planned for her. She didn’t know if she should just run or if she could be different in his life.

“Does that man go by Anthony as well. I don’t want to scare you, but he sent me to you, so he knows where you live and has for quite some time. I think your safe though.” She said. She went into her bag and pulled out her purse. “Take this do whatever you want with it.” She said giving Allison a wad of cash from her purse. She didn’t quite know what she was going to do. She didn’t quite know Maxwell enough and maybe she could be different in his life. She wasn’t hooked on the man yet and she wanted to make her own decisions on the man although it may be a very foolish decision.

“Well Allison I am going to go. Take care.” She said before walking out of the room. She couldn’t believe someone who had been a student with her was living in a shithole like this. She drove away thinking of Maxwell. She wondered if she could be the one, he was different with she needed to test him see if he would behave the same with her as he had with Allison.

*The next night*

Anastasia had not been able to think of anything but Allison but still she felt drawn to Maxwell. She wasn’t scared off. She knew it was pretty stupid to think she could actually be different. She would so hard to be different. She wanted to be the only one who really got Maxwell and be the only one he treated differently. She didn’t want to be like the others he had toyed with. She drove in her car to meet Anthony wearing a flowery crop top and skirt. She parked up at the usual spot and waited for him.
 
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