Page 9 of Redeeming Logan

“We uh,” The man starts to say and then clears his throat like there’s something stuck deep down in there. “We just want Lindsey to be normal again.” He whispers as he looks up at Mr. Pickett with a sad smile. His hands are shaking as Pickett hands him the additional paperwork to fill out that serves his daughter to me on a silver platter. I watch as he shakily scrawls his name on the signature line without even reading the fine print. He doesn’t want to know what I’m going to do to his precious Lindsey. They never want to know.

“Don’t you worry, Little Lindsey will be in great hands. Harmony Heights is the number one therapy testing site in the country after all.” I say to the parents as the father bolts up from the chair, grabbing his wife by the hand and hauling her up too. As they rush towards the door, I say to their backs with a smile creeping across my face, “Bring in the people who need us the most, and leave them with your favorite host.”

“I trust that you have this intake under control then?” Mr. Pickett asks as he walks out of the room without waiting for me to answer. I swing my eyes over to the chair sitting up against the opposite wall. A woman is sitting in it in a straight jacket, slumped over, about to topple out of it. I walk over to her, grabbing her greasy, curly brown hair and tugging her head back. Her blue eyes are glazed over, and drool pools at the edge of her lips. You’d think that all of that mixed together would be whatshocks me, but it's none of that. I drop the woman's head like it's on fire and take a step back, just staring at her like she’s a ghost. My heartbeat accelerates as I stare at the woman, watching as she slowly slumps down in the chair and falls straight to the plush carpet. Rolling her over on her back with the toe of my shoe, I lean down and brush her brown curls away from her face.

The serene look on her face as she stares up at the ceiling makes a chill run through me. Hands shaking at my sides as Shannon’s face flashes through my mind. This woman looks exactly like Shannon when she was this age; definitely some dopple ganger shit going on here. I walk back over to the desk and grab the paper work that the parents filled out just to double check that this isn’t some joke.

Lindsey Marie Parrish

Date of Birth: 9/8/1996

Age: 18

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Brown

Height: 5’1”

Complaints: Sneaks out of the house to party and do drugs. Returns early in the morning strung out. Doesn’t follow the rules.

Desired Actions: We want her to be normal again.

Please sign here to relinquish all rights over to Harmony Heights. By signing here, you agree to gift Lindsey to Doctor Logan for any testing procedure he deems fit.

Signature: James Parrish

Tossing the papers back on the desk, I turn back around to the woman on the floor. Leaning down, I gather her in my arms and make my way towards my workspace. Once there, I toss her unceremoniously onto the medical chair in the room. Grabbing my knife off of the tray next to the chair, I cut away the straight jacket she’s wearing and tossed the scraps to the floor. Strapping her arms and legs down because as soon as I get started, I know she’s going to wake up. The sight of her naked body restrained to the chair makes me gasp. Images of Shannon float through my mind, and I swear I can hear her screams just like it was yesterday.

“Logan, please! I’m so sorry that I left you. I won’t ever leave you again, I swear it! I love you so much that it just, I- it hurts Logan! Your love hurts.” Shannon sobs on the cold metal table she’s strapped to. Her body was shaking with the force of her cries. Fat crocodile tears pouring from her eyes and dripping off her face onto the table beneath her with a little ping. Her sorrow makes me smile. She shouldn’t have come back here after leaving me like that. I’ll make sure she never leaves me again. “Logan, baby, come on, we can talk about it.” She pleads with a sniffle. Looking at me with those puppy dog eyes I used to do anything for.

I tap the tip of my knife against the metal table, making her jump and whimper. “Oh, Shannon. My sweet little lamb, why did you leave me?” I drag the blunt side of the blade up her thigh, watching as it shakes beneath my touch. I look up at her, waiting for her to answer me; when she doesn’t, I knick the side of her thigh with my blade, making her scream.

“Fuck! Logan, please! I-I got scared, okay? I didn’t think you actually loved me; I thought you were just using me as a placeholder or something! I promise I won’t ever leave you again.” She pulls at her restraints, making the table rattle and roll an inch forward.

“Ya know, somehow I justdon’t believe a word that you say now.” I run the knife over her thigh, slicing her skin open, and watching the blood pour out of her onto the table. Her screams are beautiful. My head falls back as I bask in the noise and the coppery smell. “I gave you everything you ever wanted Shannon, and that’s how you treat me? Leaving me high and dry?” I glare at her as I poise the knife over her stomach for another cut.

“STOP! Logan, stop, I’m pregnant!” Shannon screams at the top of her lungs. I freeze, the knife just a centimeter from her stomach as I stare at it, trying to process what the fuck she just said to me. “I–I, Logan, I’m pregnant.” She pleads through her tears. “Check my purse; there’s a test in there!” I chuck the knife across the room; it bounces off the wall and lands at the foot of the table, slicing Shannon’s foot open and causing her to cry more. I wrenched her purse off the floor and shuffled through the contents until I found the test. Two pink lines glaring back at me. I look over at Shannon in disbelief. “It’s uh, it's y-yours, Logan.” She whispers to me.

If only I had known better back then. Shannon was such a fucking liar, saying anything to save her own skin. The baby's dad didn’t want it, so he tossed her out like a piece of trash, and she had nowhere else to go. I should’ve pieced it together. Fuck, I should’ve gotten some type of test done, but no, I was infatuated with her. The woman strapped to the chair in front of me finally stirs, mumbling questions as to where she is. I stare at her while she comes too. Grabbing the knife off of the table, I spin it around between my fingers, trying to decide where I want to start with her. Then my most brilliant idea comes to me, bringing a smile to my face.

Chapter Fifteen

Taliah

I’m still pissed from what Logan did earlier. Leaving me hot and bothered in a towel wasn’t exactly on my agenda today. Not that I have one anyway. After he left the room I slid down to the floor and stayed there for a good hour before I finally got up to dress. I dressed in booty shorts and an oversized sweater figuring Logan wouldn’t be back for the rest of the day since he did his sign of life check this morning. I’ve been sitting on the window seat trying to read this new book but my thoughts keep drifting back to Logan.

The look in his eyes when he held me between the wall and his body. He looked as if he wanted to eat me alive, ravish my body and my soul. The grip that he had on my throat should have made me afraid, but it made me feel safe. Safer than I’ve ever felt. When he grabbed me between my legs I nearly jumped out of my skin. His touch was warm compared to the cold and clinical touches I’ve had previously.

In the midst of my day dreaming the door swings open, slamming against the wall. Logan saunters in like he owns the place, eating up the space between us with his long strides. It’s like he sucks out all of the air in the room when he enters. He stares down at me with his intense eyes, something glittering in their depths that I can’t quite decipher.

“Taliah, I have something fun for you today. How would you like to leave this room for a few hours?” He asks while reaching his hand towards me beckoning for me to grab it. I don’t even amuse him with an answer, because it’s not like I actually have a choice in the matter. It may seem like it, but I know if I said no he’d just drag me along anyway. My hand is dwarfed in his large one as he tugs me from the room. The calluses on his skin scratching mine as he holds it tight in his.

Tugging me down the cold hallway I get an ominous feeling in the pit of my stomach. The floor is cold under my bare feet and goosebumps rise up on my legs. I’m not regretting my choice in clothing. I suddenly feel exposed as I trail behind Logan down the hall. He pulls me to a stop at a rusty steel door a few doors down from my own. Swiping his key card on the lock and the click sounds like a bomb in the quiet. Logan walks into the room and ushers me inside before the door slams shut, locking me inside. My eyes scan the space and what I see makes me take a few steps back, bumping into the door behind me.

My heart rate speeds up and I can feel my breath coming out irregularly. Hands shaking at my sides, beads of sweat popping up on my hairline as I stare at the wide eyed woman strapped to the medical chair in the center of the room. She’s quiet for a moment as we look at each other, and then she starts to scream like a banshee. Thrashing around in her restraints tryingso desperately to get out of her predicament. But I know better than she does that she won’t be able to escape this place, except maybe in pieces.

Turning around I tug on the door handle, and beat against it with my fists. Yelling for anyone to save me. All the while Logan is chuckling behind me with amusement. I hear the squeak of wheels behind me. Whipping around, Logan is wheeling a desk chair and parks it a few feet away from the medical chair. Then he walks to a cabinet in the corner of the room, opening it, and pulling out a few lengths of rope.

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