ArtistTaboo

  A raven haired girl glared angrily at the white coat wearing doctors, they tormented her. Their curious gazes prodding, just like their instruments and needles. She rocked unsteadily from her sitting position, silently cursing the bastards for securing her arms around her abdomen with the white jacket. Her bare feet sank into the soft cushioned floor as she walked towards the door. She peered out of the little window, where the doctors peered back. "Ms. Le Tueur? Is something wrong?". She growled in reply, a low, menacing, guttural sound. "I've told you," she said, her voice trembled with fake laughter. A forced way of being polite, rat