Cynthia sat stock still in her office, watching the clock and listening to the monotonous ticking pull time onward. Her hands lay on the crisp white clean of her laptop keyboard, her back against the soft plush of her luxury, suede, overstuffed office chair, (Cerulean, of course, to go with the rest of her office). Her mouth was slightly agape as if she was in a trance, watching the eggplant colored second hand pass the lime green minutehand. She sighed softly, closed her eyes and took a deep breath and smiled. Her eyes were extremely bloodshot, the whites of them slightly yellowed looking, from her lifelong stint of coke, crack and cigarrettes. "God...damn..." she said under her breath, being overjoyed that she was dating a coke dealer. She always got the first pick of the batch, and she always new what was the best. Her nose was a bright, pronounced vermillion, with remnants of the popcorn colored flakes around the perimiter of her nostril.<br/><br/>She could still see where her line was when she had snorted it off of her desk. Using a piece of paper, she swept off the bits of powder into her baggie of coke and stowed the evidence (That being her blade and the coke) away and stiffed loudly and stood up in her now techicolored and blurred office and opened the gargantuan ebony door, letting in her first patient.<br/><br/>Liza was pushed in by her nursing attendant and put into the patient area of Cynth's office. Cynthia and the nurse then had a brief discussion about Liza's behavior over the past two days and how her biting habits had changed, the nurse then left and she turned to Liza, who had a fearful look in her eyes. "Lucky for you I'm having a good day." All she could see of the poor girl were her sky blue eyes, which were swimming in pure terror, the rest of her body was covered with a straight jacket, bound pants, and a face mask, to prevent her from biting anything, herself, or until most recently, other people. She then put a various amount of objects in front of Liza and undid her straightjacket so she could observe her. Liza sat and played with the objects, tried to put one near her mouth and looked extremely disapppointed. Cynthia could only watch with what she assumed pity felt like and took notes on her laptop.