Page 4 of Demon Rejected

“Cool,” I said defiantly. That’s my default setting.

I pushed myself up on an elbow, leaning to the side, allowing my large breasts to spill over. I watched the psychiatrist sitting on the chair and scribbling notes. His eyes popped out of the sockets. It was fun playing the seductress. It was the best weapon. Most guys got scared and intimidated by my behavior and would just leave me alone. No one believes that a young woman that talks so freely is a Virgin. Sadly, I am. After the Mika incident, I stayed away from guys. Sure, now and then I’ll sneak to a party and get into a make-out session, but each time a guy wanted to fuck, I panicked and left. What if I lose control? What if a little bit of fun dicking turns into a flaming inferno, and I roast the poor schmuck like a potato?

Focusing again on my shrink, I noticed he was not old, maybe in his mid-thirties. His hands shook. He was uncomfortable being in the same room with an arsonist and murderer who looked as hot as me.

“What’s up, doc? Can’t decide if you want to lock me up or fuck me?"

A laugh followed the affirmation. The sentence was already pronounced, I’ll be locked up in an asylum for crazy girls, so what difference did this make?

The doctor looked at me. His Adam’s apple moved up and down. A thin film of sweat formed on top of his eyebrows.

“I’m trying to help you, Scarlet!"

He was telling the truth, maybe. Who the fuck knows nowadays? Each person had many ulterior reasons, and I wasn’t in the mood to find out his. Dr. Langley wasn’t bad looking. He had crystal green eyes and full lips, was clean-shaven, and smelled nice like mint and coffee. I was tempted to sit on his lap and smell him. Damn, it was forever since I fooled around with that guy in school. A girl has needs that can’t always be satisfied by your fingers.

“How long?"

“Two years at the Hyperfysikos Institute. Scarlet, you’ll turn eighteen in two weeks. You should be grateful they don’t throw you in jail.”

“Oooh, sounds like club med." I licked my lips.

“You could have been judged as an adult and sentenced for worse. I did everything I could to get an easy sentence for you. The Hyperfysikos Institute is concerned about helping young people who are troubled to find their way in the world. You will see it’s not that bad. If you are behaving well, you can even take a few college classes in town.”

I pumped my fist in the air and snarled. “Oh, I’m so glad nothing is standing in the way of my academic career.”

His eyes moved from my ankle to my hips, then up to the shirt, which did little to hide my generous breasts. Men drool over me, but this one was not a predator.

Yay, my eighteenth birthday was coming up in a few weeks. What better way to celebrate than being in a restraint jacket inside a mental institution for girls, correction, for young women?

“Scarlett, you’re a smart woman. I have read your essays. You have a way with words and are creative. You get top grades when you bother to go to school and take the tests. I believe in you. I think you can turn your entire life around if you are willing to."

His shoulders sank. Did he really care about me? Meh, I seriously doubt it. He was looking for some way to make me feel grateful and fall on my knees in front of his cock.

“Did you really read my essays?" Why did I allow that tone of hope to sneak into my voice? What did I care if this shrink read my silly stories I wrote to keep my English teacher happy?

“Yes. I believe that you could take some of the ideas from there and expand them into something wonderful. I love the way you look at the supernatural. I’m sorry I won’t get to read more stories of the Ice Queen."

I felt a light blush creeping from my stomach to my chest and face. The curse of being a redhead. I’m incredibly pale and blush easy.

“Are they going to keep me locked up all day, drugged out of my mind?”

He leaned over as if he was trying to melt the distance between us. “No. I’ll make sure they will treat you right."

He leaned closer to the table. I could feel that he was honest. Why was this handsome man so interested in the crazy girl? Well, probably because he wanted to bone me. It’s because of how I look that this happens a lot, from foster brothers to foster fathers to mothers, teachers, and colleagues. My friend Cara, who is as flat as a board, used to say I had the body of a stripper.

My body was all sexy, dangerous curves. I have long dark red hair and gemstone-sparkling, deep blue eyes. My skin is pale like milk and soft like velvet. My waist is tiny and my hips are feminine. I am this almost six-foot-tall girl trapped in the body of a stripper, and it’s hard to miss me.

I smiled.

“What’s your name?" I used an attempt of my sweet feminine voice for Dr. Langley.

“Dr. Langley. You know that, Scarlett."

I moved the tip of my fingers on my jaw. As he watched me touching my skin, moving the tips of my fingers over my throat and chest, he swallowed hard.

“Not your last name, your first name. We’ve talked three times a week for more than eight months already. I know this is our last session. I’d like to know your name."

I sat and I allowed my hand to slip to my chest and press my heart.

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