Dasia saw the eyes as soon as the elevator doors opened. They stared at her first in surprise, then she saw something else spark in them. She froze though. She froze, and the elevator doors closed once again. She couldn't move. Here she was, years after escaping from 'him', searching for him also and he was in the same building she was in. Then it dawned on her, a conference of doctors meant his presence would be necessary. She sighed onto the back of her prison. Dasia's emotional struggle reared its ugly head now. She felt a rage building, and the headache was back in the worst way since experiencing them.

Today Dasia made up her mind to leave the institution. It was not worth it anymore. Doctor Sylvan had his fill and now she will bring his world crashing down. She waited on her time, waited for the moment then she will be out of that hell. She would find a way to get her meds but for now she would use the new cute attendant as bait.

"Hey, you are too cute to be here. What's wrong with you?"

"Hi Dasia, you are bothering me again."

He said it with a smile, teasing her little. She knew he wasn't serious, they always had that tete-a-tete. He was working and she was a patient, however she needed him to see her in a different way.

"Ok, well then can you do some work and help me with this stupid zipper."

She turned around for him to zip up her dress. The same one Doctor Sylvan had taken off a few days before. She removed the thought and focused on the new guy. He was in her room helping with the daily chores. He gazed around, making sure it was clear of his superiors and helped Dasia. She leaned against him and wiggled her buttocks a little, against him. Ah yes, that did stir up some sexy heat and the attendant finished his good deed, while dragging his hand down her back touching her bum. Exactly what Dasia needed. She turned around, smiled at him and gave him a kiss directly on the lips. After that episode she knew it would be easy to get his help.

She started asking him to get her 4 extra pills every time she was scheduled to take her meds. He complied. After all she was helping him in the sexual department. It started with kissing, which led to heavy petting, until they had full blown sex.

The attendant came one night with her extra pills and she asked him for one other small favour. He did not hesitate and showed her to the closet with the items she requested. She pushed him, ever so slightly inside and got down on her knees, with the intention to do to him what Doctor Sylvan showed her. He was in shock but acquiesced with the act performed on him. Her mouth clamped down on his boy-stick. She spat, slobbered and enjoyed it a little more, knowing that it was not forced upon her like other times she had to endure. She gaggled him while sucking and awaited the moment where he would spill inside her mouth. He swiftly got to that point and held her head pushing her further on his tool. He released in her mouth and she caught it. This time, because it was not the doctor, she spat it out in a bucket and left the room with the attendant pulling his pants on.

She was ready to put her other plan in motion. The attendant had already brought her a wig and a dress that she requested to be purchased. Her plan was now to walk out of this place. He would help with no problems or she will cry rape, and his short career would come to a standstill.

She was stuffed in the trolley with sheets and other items and trolleyed to the exit staff used. Her wig was on, heavy makeup and she walked away with just a purse filled with enough pills to last until she figured out how to get a constant supply.

Dasia went into the hotel room she shared with her current victim. Her anger was seething and she wanted to lash out. She hadn't screamed in many years but today was a day she needed to let out her frustration in another way. She screamed and broke a few items in the room. When the doctor came he was confronted with broken glass and an angry Dasia sitting amidst it staring at the wall.

The doctor was not sure what he was a witness to but he walked up to her, lifting her with all his strength and took her in the bath. He stripped her clothes and his and together they both indulged in a sensual cleansing. For Dasia it was more of a prep in her mind. She was determined to end his life just when he released inside her. Just when he would grasp her ass for a better leverage to pump his last bit of essence, she would slip the knife out and stick it in his neck. She licked her lips relishing the thought of his death and the death of Doctor Sylvan.

The doctor saw her touching her lips with her tongue and took it as an invite. He would ask later what happened, but for now the buildup needed to be removed from between them so they can have a proper conversation. He lifted her chin and while his lips crashed down on hers as her tongue continued its movement, his fingers invaded between her dark thighs. She opened up to him, and her hands came around his neck. The same neck that would sport her lovely blade in only a few more minutes.

"Take me to the bed."

She said that to the dear doctor who answered her request. They both were now on the bed, soaking wet. She was on top of him and he was rubbing her breast, tummy, arms. She was rocking on him now. Bumping up and down as he moved his hips under her. She was just waiting for that specific time. When he uttered the words those would be his last words spoken for anyone else to hear. He was slowing her down now. She wanted to ride him fast and hard. This was not a moment to create a bond, she wanted to end it just as fast as it started. He had other ideas.

The doctor slowed the pace, hoping to give Dasia a reason to meet him again. He placed her on the bed now still inside. She protested but he pinned, holding her hands hostage above her head. She had no choice now but to experience what he was giving. The doctor was now pumping hard in her, above her. Dasia forgot her mission and started to enjoy the feeling he gave. He was good this doctor. He was slowly pulling in and out and giving her what she wanted more than anything. A sense of safety and security, and she was getting lost in it.

He then leaned down and whispered, "Ready?"

She was confused, ready for what? What else was he going to give her? She panicked until she felt the slime running down her nether lips. She didn't get her release. It didn't stop her from feeling accomplished until the reality of the situation hit her. He was still alive and laying next to her. Could she just put her plans in motion without having a reason now? While in the act she could blame the whole thing on the act, now it would be cold blooded for her. She had never done it like that. The doctor, smiled and brought her thoughts back to the matter at hand. He must die. Tonight. No questions.

"So, what is that all about?"

His head pointed to the door of the bedroom that directed to the sitting room.

"I had a bad day that's all."

It was enough for her to execute her victim. Dasia took her position between his legs, flush on his body and kissed him. While in a deep passionate kiss she took the knife hidden on the table near the bed and stabbed him. Hard in his throat. The blood spilled on her but she didn't remove herself from his body until he stopped thrashing. Eventually he did and she sighed against him.

Doctor Sylvan would be proud of her. Using all he taught her to be so calculated and cold. He was in the hotel somewhere and she should find him to let him know what she just did. How many died while in her search. For him! Doctor Sylvan would rejoice knowing his teachings didn't go unheard. She smiled and took her pills awaiting the 15 minutes of calm needed before getting ready to clean up her mess. She froze earlier today, seeing his was a shock. Now, hours after, she regretted not talking to him. She would find him later. Right now she had to take her time. 15 minutes then clean up time. She turned on the bed, soaked in blood and settled for relaxation time.