Nab: The Alienist Means psychiatrist

ALFRED POV:

"Where have you been for two days?" I tossed in my bed and nipped my lips.

"You missed me, huh?" he tweaked the sheets away glaring all over my body, from my hair to my toes moving his finger vertically and horizontally slowly giving me quake, signals drown in my spines. I keened.

"Yes, I want you " I sighed. He tongued his lips throwing me with a leer, hanker to look “I see, and you are ready, you took off your clothes, slumbered unclothed, waiting for me "

I nod pulling him close to my chest and crooked my arms around his neck "yes. because I missed you "

"You know that you can't be palmed or bussed by a girl or a man right? just I or you will never see me ever again " he gaped and ogled chafes my neck glaring at me.

The alienist snaps his fingers to make me open my eyes from my space out and come back to earth and talk back to him. I freed my eyes tardily, blowing a deep sigh.

"I'm always envisaging the same dream, keeps trouncing my sensuality day after day, lapsing in my milk, sometimes from the strong ardor and egomania I feel that it really happened, I wake up in ingrain as if I was bunted " I explained to the alienist and I run my fingers through my hair edgily. I still didn't get over this dream yet.

"In struck! Then it's a nightmare!" the alienist narrowed his eyes and readjusted the way he sits on the chair. I was laying down on the couch.

"No, it's stupefying and flabbergasting dream, this dream charges my insensate day with hopefulness, different emotions, keeps me beaming and grinning the rest of the day, leaves me chirpy, it's something invade my soul, as if a ghost affixed inside my body and give me those uncanny signals, quieten my body, and makes me feel uncontrollable and I need more "

"What's about this dream, tell me?" the alienist asked me, I know he needs to analyze everything and my body language also, that's why I'm here in this room telling him my esoterica.

"'I dream that I'm living with a man and having sex with him " I sighed with a gargantuan simper.

"It's habitual! Maybe it's your mind. Your brain gives signals, but this presages that you want to be with this man " he was explicating to me how the brain works. But I really know what was he talking about. Actually, he still didn't hear the awkward part, the muddle.

"How come and I didn't even meet this man before!" I raised my eyebrows.

"Maybe you did but you repressed! But his picture still hoards deep inside your brain " he keeps explaining to me.

"No, I didn't meet him before " I straighten my back to sit down conventionally, I lit up a cigar and I puffed.

"Okay, do you remember his face?" he rubbed his chin gazing at me. He was studying everything I was doing, my actions and my automatism.

"Yes it's tunneled inside my mind and I can adumbrate every inch of him. But this is not the hindrance !!" I scrunched my nose twirling my eyes to him.

"So what's the conundrum?" he crossed his arms with full watchfulness to me.

"I'm straight, not gay! And I keep searching for him everywhere I go, when I woke up after this dream I feel that his scent still in my nose" I giggled spacing out.

"I see, that's why you keep scrunching your nose now? But you are not dreaming of him now, right?" he stands up and tramped closer to me.

"But I didn't lose his perfume ever, his muscled body touch. His arms. The way he kisses my neck. The way he dominates me, I look like a zany right? “I clenched my chest rolling my eyes.

"I think it could be something like Deja Vu, you heard about that right? it's normal. Every one of us could feel something will happen to him in his life. it's called impressionability " the alienist explained to me. somehow I feel that it's the only description of what was going on with me.

"Doctor? How you could say something like this to me! You suppose to give me medicine for my mental debility, I'm losing my mind " I clutched my hair and thwarted, I need a solution for what I feel, not just a couple of words. I'm exposing and tattling my dark side to him and I paid for this session, not for some normal chitchat.

"Do you need to stop this dreams about that guy! Are you sure?" the alienist asked me with a tamp tone.

"No, but if I was going panic-stricken, then I guess I need you to sub serve. "I cleared my throat glaring at him.

"Then tell me would you like to date me?" he gazed at me acerbically.

"What! “I gasped, I amplified my eyes in a thunderstruck.

"I think I like you, and maybe if we made sex now, and here at this moment, maybe you will forget him totally and your dreams will never come back to you " he rubbed his chin. is he kidding with me? is this his medication! he wants to take advantage of me!

"are you crazy! no! I will never let anyone else touch me. just him! and if this guy does not exist then no, I will keep myself as a straight person" I hollered waving in incredulity to his face.

"okay, that's what I wanted to tell you. you only dream of him, because you will be only his. you are not daft. but sooner or later. you will give him everything you treasure your most precious thing, your virginity." the alienist stepped tight from me and placed his hands on my shoulders gazing directly and deeply into my eyes while explaining to me.