Page 6 of Redeeming Logan

I let out a shriek as I jumped back into Dr. Logan. I push away from him, not wanting this evil man to touch me. I lean over and dry-heave in the hallway while Dr. Logan grabs my arm and steers me the rest of the way down the hall. He’s walking so fast I trip over my feet, but his hold on me keeps me from falling on my face.

We make it to the end of the hallway and turn right. The lights don’t flicker as much here, but it's still as decrepit as the other one. He swipes his badge against the panel of a room in the middle of the hall and the door swings open. Pushing me inside the door slams behind us, echoing through the room. Catchingmy breath, I sweep my gaze through the room and am honestly shocked with what I am seeing.

This room is much different from the others. Almost like a hotel room, which makes me curious as to how I managed to get in here. The carpet is gray and plush beneath my feet. The fancy kind that leaves footprints as you walk. To the right is an old-fashioned canopy bed with sheer white curtains attached to the sides that can be pulled closed for more privacy. On the wall across from it is a small desk with a large TV mounted above it. The back wall houses a large bay window with a window seat attached, and is covered with plush pillows and a throw blanket. A tall bookcase stands next to it, full to the brim with books from every genre.

There are two other doors inside the room, and Dr. Logan makes his way to the one next to the bed. He opens the door and flips on the light show-casing a walk-in closet full of different types of clothing and shoes. He makes his way to the opposite side of the room, pushing the other door open and switching that light on. A large bathroom lies behind it, including a tub deep enough to cover your knees and boobs at the same time.What the fuck is this?

“I don’t understand.” I trail off, hoping he can sense my many questions running through my head.

“This will be your new home, Taliah. Feel free to do whatever your little heart desires to keep you occupied. Your food will be delivered through the panel in the door three times a day. You will be visited by me at least once a day to ensure you’re still alive and kicking. That window over there is reinforced, and there are cameras throughout the room, so don’t try anything stupid. You won’t get very far.” He smirks at me, knowing what my trainof thought was making its way towards. “Welcome to Harmony Heights, Taliah. We are going to have so much fun together.” He chuckles before striding out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

Chapter Eight

Taliah

It’s too quiet in this fucking room, and my thoughts are way too loud. Bouncing around in my brain, and forcing me to think way too much about things I can’t change. Locked in this room is the least of my worries, honestly. The images of the other people being held in those cells flash in the forefront of my mind. Queasiness and guilt work their way through my stomach and mind for being able to have this nice room opposed to the barren cells of the others. I wonder how long they’ve been here. If their families sold them off like cattle too.

Looking down at the carpet beneath my ratty converse, I see the tracks where I’ve been pacing since the doctor locked me in here. With a sigh I head over to the desk and grab the TV remote, then fling myself onto the bed. I bounce a few times before I settle myself against the pillows, and switch the TV on. At first it’s just static, but then the picture starts to focus. On the screen is a room with a concrete floor and steel walls. In the middle ofthe room is a medical exam chair with a naked woman attached to it.

The woman in the chair piques my interest, and something in my brain screams that I know her somehow. I slowly get off of the bed and walk closer to the TV so I can get a better view of the woman. She’s frail with bruises littering her body, and her brown hair is missing in patches. She’s thrashing around in the chair, saying something that I can’t hear. I point the remote at the TV and turn up the volume. The panicked voice of the woman reaches my ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Please doctor! I’ve been good! Please don’t do this!” She screeches out into the empty room. Whoever she’s talking to must be on the other side of the camera.What a strange movie,I think as I’m about to switch the TV off. Before my fingers have time to reach the power button, the remote slips from my fingers, bouncing off the plush carpet beneath me.

Within the mix of the woman’s pleas are footsteps echoing around the room. A man comes into view of the camera as he walks up next to the flailing woman. His back is facing me, and what a nice back it is. It’s broad and strong, as the fabric of his dress shirt stretches across his shoulders. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and his forearms are covered in black ink. Dress pants stretch over his ass and thighs perfectly. I’m so lost in how good this man looks on the TV that I forget about the screaming woman. Until she screams a name that has my heart stopping in my chest.

“Dr. Logan, no! Please, I swear, I’ll do anything you want. Dr. Logan, just don’t do this!” The woman screams into the room. The hairs on my arms stand on end, and goosebumps prickle my skin. That’s when I realize where I’ve seen the woman. She wasin the first room I saw on my way down the hallway. The man in the room walks behind the woman’s chair and stares directly at the camera like he knows I’m watching him. He smirks as his eyes sparkle with something like glee.

My heart beats faster as I realize that this isn’t a movie. It’s live feed and happening somewhere in this building. I slowly back away from the TV as my breaths come out in shorter puffs. I watch as Dr. Logan reaches over to the tray next to the chair and picks something silver up. It’s bulky and square and almost looks like a large stapler. He walks down towards her feet, slamming the silver contraption against her leg. She lets out a scream so loud I cringe. A large silver staple now reflects the light from the ceiling off of it. Dr. Logan repeats the process as he moves up her leg.

I can’t tear my eyes away from the gruesome scene in front of me. The woman’s screams have turned into heart breaking sobs as she pleads for him to stop. Her blood is seeping from the wounds in her body and trickling onto the floor. Dr. Logan never stops his assault on her body, and I can’t seem to stop watching the horror show either. Watching how meticulously he’s working does something to me, and I’m not even sure how to explain it.

He places the stapler on the tray next to him and picks up the knife next. Grasping the handle in his hand, he drags it up the woman’s thigh, splitting her skin. I watch as the blood flows freely from the gash, hypnotizing me as it spreads out under her body on the table. Watching as it falls over the sides and splashes onto the floor. I look up, and Dr. Logan is looking straight into the camera again. I hold his gaze through the TV as he drags the blade of the knife through her pussy lips, not yet cutting her.

He holds the blade there as he stares at the camera. Something in my stomach starts to flutter, and a weird tingle starts between my legs. Dr. Logan drags the blade up sharply through her pussy lips towards her torso, effectively splitting her open. Blood splashes all over his chest and the floor with a sickening sound. A gasp leaves my lips as the tingle between my legs gets worse, crossing my legs to try to alleviate the weird sensation.

I never realized just how much blood the human body could hold until now. When I think her body is empty, more just seeps out of her wounds splashing onto the floor. The woman has stopped screaming and thrashing around. I’m sure she’s dead at this point. I think I should be sad that she’s dead? Or maybe happy so she doesn’t have to deal with the torture anymore. But all I feel is the tingle between my thighs and my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

Dr. Logan throws the knife onto the tray beside the cold, dead woman. He slowly strides towards the camera, locking eyes with me through the screen. He’s covered in blood, and maybe I should be afraid of that. But the way he looks so disheveled and covered in the red liquid makes him look sexy as hell.What the fuck is wrong with me?I mentally scold myself. He cocks his head to the side, smirking at the camera almost like he knows what I’m thinking.

“I hoped you liked the show, Taliah. Until next time.” He says in a deep voice before the screen goes black and then the static takes over.

Chapter Nine

Logan

Fuck.I grunt out as my hand slides up and down my cock. Blood from the lukewarm body beside me acts as lube as my hand jerks up and down my shaft. With a loud moan that vibrates my body, tingles run up the base of my spine, making my breath catch in my throat. The euphoric feeling as I replay the look on Taliah’s face in my mind as she watched me destroy the woman next to me. The horrified look morphed into confused pleasure as she watched me slice through the woman's pussy. I thought she’d run away after that, but she just stood there staring. Crossing her legs to alleviate the pressure that I know was there.

My movements become jerky, and my breaths stutter as cum rushes out, splattering across the floor and body before me. Vision blurring from the intensity of my orgasm, I stand there trying to catch my breath. Cock still out, cum dripping from the tip, I look at the dead woman with irritation. She didn’t deservemy cum on her; she wasn’t worthy enough for it. Letting out a huff, I put my now flaccid cock away, zipping up my dress slacks, and redoing my belt.

Leaning over to the tray next to me, I grab the electric saw from it and switch it on. The buzzing sound bounces off the walls, giving me a headache. I usually love this sound, but the inconvenience of having to dispose of this body after such a fantastic orgasm makes me angry. Wasting no time, I push the saw into her chest, watching skin tissue and blood fly around me like confetti.

Separating her torso was tiring this time around. I toss the saw on the ground and it bounces along the concrete. Looking over my shoulder to make sure it’s still in one piece, I get back to work on dismembering the woman. Reaching into her chest, hearing it squelch as I look around for my consolation prize. Fingers sliding in the still warm blood as I tug the organ from her chest. Staring at the dark red mass in my hands, hoping that maybe, just maybe, I’ll get one more beat out of it. I scrutinize it and notice it's smaller than the other ones I’ve retrieved. There’s a small tear in the side as well, which makes me roll my eyes, because this woman was going to die anyway. Too bad she got the shit end of the death deal with me.

Grasping the warm muscle in my hand, I stalk over to my treasures in the corner of the room. Grabbing an empty jar, I drop the heart inside of the solution, watching as it sinks to the bottom of the jar. Water turns a light pink color as the blood swirls around with it. I admire it for a few minutes, moving the jar back and forth, watching the blood mix slowly with the other liquids.

I set the jar back on the shelf and step back, looking at my treasures. Twenty-two of them now sit there taunting me. Will Taliah be unlucky twenty-three, or will her heart be held captive by mine instead? Backing away from the shelves, I make my way over to the sink to wash up the mess all over me. Turning on the water to hot, I scrub my hands and arms until they are red. Dunking my face in the hot water, gritting my teeth when it burns, I scrub that clean as well. I strip out of my bloody clothes and toss them in the burn barrel next to the sink.

The coldness in the room makes goosebumps erupt on my naked skin, and my balls try to crawl back into my body. Walking over to the cabinet by my desk, I grab out a new dress shirt, slacks, socks, boxers, and dress shoes. I’m quickly dressing my lower half when I hear the static from the TV start up again. Grabbing my dress shirt, pushing my arms through it, I walk over to the TV to see why it’s turned on again.

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