Then I Care You

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While she was sitting on the floor, He just pinched a small bit. He watched her sit on the floor a couple meters away from him. He continues to stare at her with emotionless eyes. Her could see his muscles flex under his jumpsuit. her also noticed the many tattoos on his body. He continues to look at her without any facial expression. His eyes never leave her. He is sitting down cross legged in front of her, a couple meters away. The staritjacket he was wearing prevented him from touching her on the ground.

She continued to watch him with careful eyes and she came to her crawling slightly, she was still far away from him, she extended her hands. He watched her crawl towards him. He didn't move, he just kept still. He looked at her with his emotionless dead eyes. He waited for her to get close enough. He remained still as her came up to him. He looked at her with those emotionless dark eyes of his. Her could see his muscular build and the tattoos that were barely covered by his jumpsuit. He sat there quietly waiting for her to do something ..

"I will open your mouth. ...please don't bite me" ...He let out a soft muffled noise. It sounded like a soft agreeing grunt. He sat there patiently waiting for her to approach him.she came to him crawling slightly, he was still far away, she extended her hands.He took out the one around his neck from behind his ear and opened his mouth.

he just sat there silently with his mouth open, looking at her with his emotionless stare ..He took out the one around his neck from behind his ear and opened

she tried to get used to it. she lifted her tablespoon :"....a spoon?" He was still just sitting there, letting her feed him quietly

He stayed still as her fed him with the spoon, sitting down motionless. His eyes were still lifeless and cold.she murmured and Rika continue to feed him with a spoon:

"Oh."

He remained silent, opening his mouth and letting her feed him without any protest. stayed motionless, sitting down looking at her with his emotionless cold eyes

He continues to let her feed him without any problems. He sat there in silence, his expression never changed. the only sound he made was his quiet breathing. He seemed completely emotionless as he was being fed..she put the spoon on the plate;

"Okay, now I'll put this back on"

He shot again softly. She stayed still as her put the muzzle back on his mouth again, he didn't try to protest or stop her. He remained silent, sitting there motionless as the muzzle prevented him from speaking. He just looked at her with his cold dark eyes. His expression was completely emotionless. she couldn't tell what he was thinking at all.. took the plate and got up from the floor..

"I'll go now.."

He cut in agreement, understood that her were leaving. He just continued to watch her with his emotionless stare, not moving or reacting in any way...Rika could feel the intensity of his gaze, even though he didn't speak or show any emotion, she could sense that he was studying every move her made.she could sense in his dead eyes that he was probably thinking a million different thoughts, but not a single one of them were even close to being positive. She walked towards the door, trying to stay calm. He finally let out a noise, a soft groan, sounding like he was saying "wait". His eyes are still emotionless and cold, but he looked a tiny bit bothered by her leaving. she turned around and locked her eyes on his face. "yes?" He made another soft groan, as if to say "stay" but unable to say any real words through the muzzle seems to prevent him from speaking. look in his eyes seemed like he wanted her to stay. he was begging you through his gaze. His expression still remained emotionless, but it was like he was pleading for her to keep him company a little longer." Do you need something?" He grunted softly, still unable to form any real words. It seemed like he wanted her to stay in the room, he didn't want to be alone. looked at her with his dark dead eyes, almost like he was begging her to not leave him.she considered what he would do in this situation and sat down against the wall next to the door, away from him...He watched you sit down against the wall next to the door. He was quiet for a moment and then he let out another soft grunt. It seemed like he was trying to say something, but his mouth is preventing him from speaking, His eyes continued to follow her every move, like he didn't want to lose sight of her. He stayed still, his eyes locked on her as she sat there against the wall, he didn't even blink. He blinked softly, it was clear that he was indeed bored from being locked up alone for long hours. The silence in the room was only occasionally broken by his breathing.

"So let me talk a little bit and you nod your head okay?"

He cut softly again, agreed to let her talk and he responded by nodding.

"Do you like ice cream?"

He said again in response to the question about liking ice cream. He looked at her intensely, his eyes still holding their emotionless cold gaze. She looked at him, trying to understand him.

"is that a yes?"

He made another small little grunt noise. He liked ice cream, even though his facial expression never once changed during the entire conversation...she gave a polite smile, "Me too".she couldn't help but find his current situation ironic and thought of asking her another question.. .

"Do you like flowers?"

He cut softly, indicating that he did like flowers. His dark dead eyes were staring at her intensely, like he was trying to express more than just a simple answer with them.

she tried to establish closeness with the patient ..

"I wonder which one do you like? I like red roses among hydrangeas."

He made another soft noise, it almost sounded like a hum. He was probably trying to say something, something like "I like red roses" but The muzzle in his mouth only made him mumble .He let out another soft grunt, the frustration evident in his expression. he was probably trying to express that he couldn't stand the fact that he was unable to speak, but all that came out was the soft muffled noise.

"muzzle? "

He nodded softly once again, clearly indicating that he wanted the mussel off. his eyes were still intensely staring at her, his gaze now even more intense as he was desperate to express himself.

"I want to do it but you...."

He grunts softly in agreement, clearly understanding her concern. He was fully aware that he was capable of being dangerous, but for the moment he seemed to want to cooperate with her. his eyes were still fixed on her, his expression never once changing.she knew he shouldn't have done this, Not yet...she continued to push her tied hair behind her ear over and over again..

"You have hurt many people .."

His eyes darkened as her mentioned the number of people he had killed.

He made another soft grunt in agreement, acknowledging the fact that he had in fact been responsible for the death of many people. His expression never once changed, it was like he had no regrets or remorse for his actions

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes still on her. He looked at her with an almost blank expression, like he was having an internal conflict. his mind was clearly occupied with the memories of the crimes he had committed. He remained motionless, his only movement was his breathing, which was slightly quicker than before.

"why?"

He didn't respond for a moment, like he was trying to form words. After a couple moments he made a quiet, soft grunt, like he was still trying to speak through the mussel. He then shook his head very slightly, implying that he didn't even know the reason himself why he had murdered so many people

He was quiet again for another moment. He was deep in thought, the look in his eyes was like he was trying to comprehend his own actions. he shook his head softly again, as if he hadn't even stopped to think about why he had committed such crimes. he just stayed motionless, just staring at her with his dead eyes.almost sounded like the beginning of a word or a sentence. he was clearly trying to communicate, to express what was buried in his mind and heart,but the muzzle prevented him from speaking, his expression remained emotionless and cold, but his eyes showed a hint of desperation, like he wanted to convey something important to her.she remembered what Doctor smith said and decided to establish a distanced closeness with him, moved away from the wall where she was leaning against the door and approached him carefully:

"...please ... Don't try to bite me. I will open my mouth so that you can talk as you wish."

He stayed quiet for a moment, his eyes fixated on her as her got closer to him. He listened to what her said and nodded softly, agreeing to not bite her. His eyes remained dark and dead, but her could see the hint of a pleading look in them, like he desperately wanted to speak and be understood. He watched her intently, waiting...she opened his muzzle and immediately stepped.His eyes widened slightly as the moment finally came. His expression changed for a split second, his emotionless face now showing a small hint of emotion, almost like he was surprised he that he was finally able to speak.

He stayed motionless for a moment, as if he was not sure what to say. his dead eyes were still fixed on you, but there was a small hint of life in them now that he was able to speak. He seemed to be contemplating what he would say or if he should even speak at all, but a few moments later he made a soft noise, like he was saying "thank you" for taking the muzzle off..She gave him a spiteful smile, but she was afraid of him.

"You're welcome, if you don't bite me I will fulfill such requests."

He saw her kind smile and made another soft noise, acknowledging her words. but heard the fear in her voice, it was clearly obvious that her were afraid he might bite her, he nodded softly, agreeing to her terms and promising not to bite her.After a moment of silence, he made another soft noise, like he was testing his voice, making sure he was able to actually speak. then he finally spoke a few quiet words, his voice was deep and rough, but her could still understand what he was saying:

"Why are you afraid of me...?"

his voice was low and calm, his words were emotionless, but it was almost like he was genuinely curious and confused by her fear of him.she was looking into his eyes intently, just like him.

"You get used to it when you work here."

He listened to her answer, his eyes still fixed on you like he was analyzing her words and trying to read between the lines. after a moment, he made another soft noise, like he was thinking about a way to respond to her statement.He didn't respond right away, he continued to stare at her with his dark eyes, like he was trying to figure her out. he was probably thinking of a way to respond to her statement about getting used to the fear. when he finally spoke, his voice was still low and emotionless, but there was a hint of curiosity in it.

" Why do it then? This profession?"

he was asking her a question, trying to understand why her would willingly work in a field that brought her such fear and discomfort...