MORTAL CHAINS 🖤🖤

Chapter 1 ALLICIA POV I grew up in a family whereby thing's wasn't that easy cause we were seven in our family we couldn't even afford three square meal's,me being the second child so I decided to study psychology against all odds and here I'm a psychologist but I didn't know that most of my patients will be unreasonable, I'm just done with one unreasonable patient asking me why I would waste my parents fund's studying where I can just work in the kitchen, being a psychologist isn't easy I have seen cases whereby the patient would look at us with disgust as if we committed a crime by choosing to be a psychologist and there have been case's whereby when we are able to cure autistic patient there is this joy that comes with it,lemme call my mom , Picks up the phone and calls then find's out that there was supposed to be a family dinner tonight and she is almost late, she grabs her stuff and keys to go home. getting home, allica finds out that her junior sister brought a man home and wants to introduce too the family as the man she would love to marry while a this is going on alica is thinking about if she would ever get married with the type of clients she has dealt with cause so far most have been unreasonable Men.so far the dinner is going smoothly without any hitch until when her mom asked her sister fiance some questions and he is unable to answer,he kept dodging some while others he would say he prefers not to comment.allicia and her mom share a gaze with the same thing running into their minds.dinner finally ends. ALLICA POV Finally dinner is done I'm going home, takes her thing and goes home . once home, she thinks how can her sister marry such a guy that dodge some questions and doesn't want to come clean for the bride's family , but I don't blame my sis maybe Mom has started pressuring to bring at least a boyfriend who knows Mom can be scary when she starts with her relationship nagging I almost couldn't survive her pressure but I'm a psychologist and I have a strong EQ so I made it through I just hope mom doesn't push her to do something that she doesn't want to do I know she is our mom and wants what the best for us but then my mom's nagging can scare u well enough of that l have a patient to attend to tomorrow so I need to take a review of her Case .Goes into the room and takes out a case to review. LUCIAN POV Damn how am I supposed to cope with this disgusting human body it smell's like rotten thing, even my maid's at Drazkhol aren't treated like this damn Irene, this humans are so feeble and weak little things scare them, there's no fun or excitements everything just boring, even this tiny company is nothing to top it all I have to break these curse,ohh how do I go about it I can't even use my power or summon Drake who can I work with ? this lousy humans, no,no, no I rather try for the last time to summon Drake I can't be living this feeble life , counties to summon Drake but it wasn't working. CHAPTER 2 Lucian is so annoyed that he slam's his fist's on a $3m desk, damn Irene, damn this weak breath,even a peasants breath smells stronger than me *ALLICIA POV* Damn I'm almost late for work, but makes it in time,sits in her office checking the news online, she see a trending topics** #DRAZEKCEO MELTDOWN #3RD MANAGER QUITS THIS MONTH #IS DRAZEK CORP CURSED Allicia scrolls past the headline and clicks. Photo loads: Lucian Drazek stepping out of a black car, sunglasses on, jaw tight like he’s holding back a storm. Caption says “CEO Lucian Drazek announces mandatory ‘emotional wellness sessions’ for all executives after latest resignation. Sources say he fired the last manager for ‘lack of vision’ during a board meeting.” `Unreasonable men. Of course.` She snorts and bookmarks his company site. Drazek Corp. Tech, biotech, private security. The man owns half the city and has the empathy of a brick. Her least favorite client type. She closes the tab just as her assistant knocks. “Dr. Allicia, your 9am is here. Mr. Lucian Drazek.” Allicia freezes, pen mid air. She re-reads the name on her schedule. She must’ve missed it while rushing. Drazek. Lucian Drazek. The billionaire CEO with three quit managers and a reputation for chewing people up. `Great. Just great.` She straightens her blazer, puts on her professional mask, and says “Send him in.” The door opens and cold air follows him. He’s taller than the photos. Dark suit, tailored, but he wears it like armor. No smile. Eyes like cut glass, scanning the room like he’s counting exits and threats. He doesn’t sit until I gesture. “Mr. Drazek, I’m Dr. Allicia Mensah. Please have a seat.” He sits. Slow. Deliberate. Like a king tolerating a peasant’s chair. The air in my office feels heavier. Something about him sets my teeth on edge. Not just arrogance. Something older. Something buried. He surveys the room like a predator mapping territory. Degrees on the wall, tissue box, the couch that’s seen too many breakdowns. His lip curls. “Did Irene design this room too? Soft colors, soft lighting, soft people.” My pen stops. He said Irene. Coincidence? Maybe. Lots of people named Irene. I file it away. “Have a seat, Mr. Drazek.” I repeat, because he’s still standing. He does, but not like my other patients. He doesn’t slump. Doesn’t fidget. He perches. Like the chair might attack him. Like he’s calculating if it can hold his weight. I start with standard intake. Name, DOB, occupation. “Lucian Drazek. CEO.” He says DOB like it’s a joke. “February 30th.” I look up. “February doesn’t have 30 days, Mr. Drazek.” “Exactly.” His smile is sharp. Testing me. Seeing if I’ll correct him again. I don’t. I just write “DOB: inconsistent” and watch him. That throws him off. He expected a lecture. I gave him nothing. `Interesting. He wants a reaction. I won’t give him one.` “Occupation: CEO of Drazek Corp. Anything else I should know?” “Like what? That I fired a man this morning for blinking too slow? That I haven’t slept in 3 days because dreams are inefficient?” He leans forward. “Ask me what you really want to ask, Dr. Mensah.” I set my pen down. “I want to know why a man who owns everything feels like he owns nothing.” The room goes quiet. For a second his mask slips. Not pain. Recognition. Like someone finally named the wound. Then the mask slams back. “Cute. That’s what they teach you in psych school? One line and the monster cries?” “No,” I say, calm. “They teach me that monsters are usually just men who never learned how to be anything else.” His jaw ticks. That’s the second time I’ve hit a nerve. I make a note: Trigger phrase: “monster”. The rest of the session is a war. He lies. I catch it without calling it out. He says “I feel nothing” and I say “Then let’s map the nothing.” I make him describe the physical sensations of anger. Heat in chest. Tight jaw. He hates it. Humans don’t quantify rage. They use it. “Where do you feel it?” I ask. “Chest? Stomach? Hands?” “Everywhere,” he snaps. “Like fire under skin. Is that clinical enough for you?” “Thank you,” I say. “Fire under skin. We’ll start there.” He laughs. Short, humorless. “You think you can fix me, psychologist?” “Mr. Drazek, I don’t fix people. People fix themselves. I just hold the mirror.” “Mirrors break easily,” he says, voice low. Like he’s amused and bored at the same time. Last five minutes, I push: “Who taught you that people are tools, Mr. Drazek?” He stands. Session over. “No one. I learned it myself. Over... a long time.” “Longer than 38 years?” I know his listed age from the file. He freezes at the door. Doesn’t turn. “You have no idea how long is long, Dr. Mensah.” Then he’s gone. Cold air. Silence. I exhale. Write three pages of notes. Underline o Pathetic. This human, this female, thinks her soft voice and clinical questions affect me. I have burned kingdom