Page 12 of Twist Me

Would your little cunt taste as good as your blood, Little Lamb?

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I ended the call without explanation or response. I hummed a tune, danced my way over to the opening, and vaulted over. Sure enough, little dots of blood welcomed me on the other side. Carefully, I paused so I would not miss this delicious little trail she had left just for me.

I’m not sure if curiosity or anger led me forward, but it turned into full-blown confusion when the blood trail suddenly ended.

What the fuck?

Furrowing my brow, I looked over the area. Nothing seemed disturbed. There wasn’t a sign of glass or blood. Even the warm heat I felt in the other hallway seemed to disappear.

It didn’t matterhow long I’d searched or what crevice I’d uncovered—I finally had to taste the bitterness of defeat and return to the cafeteria with my tail between my fucking legs. I’d searched every fucking nook and cranny, but my prey was gone. She seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

Every dog has its day, right? Well, this bitch just got hers.

Was I finally losing my goddamn mind? Had my brother’s ailments leaked into me like a poison?

Psychologists always liked to warn me that I could fall into the delusional world of Judas. Schizophrenia is a genetic disorder. Pharaoh wouldn’t admit it, but I knew he heard random shit at times, too.

My subconscious was my goddamn voice, and as far as I was concerned, it could stay that way.

Seeing Dex cowering in the corner, I gave him a nod. There was no point in blocking something off when she was clearly not there. Maybe, if we had the lights back on, it would make her crawl out of whatever little hole she’d found.

Blinking hard at the harsh lighting, I made my way back to the cafeteria. Judas and Roe took one look at me and burst into laughter.

“Don’t tell me you actually lost her,” Judas said in his sing-song voice, grating on my fucking nerves. “I win! I’ll take my ten bucks, Larry.”

My pride was my favorite quality, and taking such a hit to it from the damn thorn in my side was only adding an accelerant to it.

“Guess you found your stone, oh mighty Goliath.” Pharaoh had a shit-eating grin on his puss. My brothers both enjoyed my misery like crack to a junkie.

“You can both go fuck off.” I slumped in the cafeteria seat, massaging my temples from my forming migraine.

She was more like a Little Stone instead of a Little Lamb at the moment.It was almost too accurate. The fucking thing hadn’t even been here a single day, and already she’d officially become my biggest catalyst, the only little toy kept from my grip…and it only made me want to break that toy even more.

“Didn’t Dex shut off both hallways? How would the girl get past the sealed doors? I’m impressed.”I ignored Roe.

His voice made my head throb worse than Judas’s singsong bullshit. I welcomed most pain, and thinking about the euphoria I received from it helped to fade the sting of my hurt ego, but only just slightly.

“She busted a window out from the corridor in hallway B. I checked the library and the nurses’ locked-down area, but she pulled a Houdini.”

Judas whistled. “Damn, well, that’s pretty ballsy. What is this girl made of? Can I have a nibble?”

“I must admit, it’s been years since anyone has escaped your special welcoming party, Lith.”

Roe was right. In the eight years I’d been here, I ran this place like a king, and my brothers were the royal guards, having shown up six years ago.The only other person to escape me was that realistic doll-looking bitch…Emily.I searched around the room, but the fresh meat was missing.

“Taliah says you are a loser, bro.” Judas barely got the words out before Pharaoh’s normal, calm exterior turned into ‘you’re an asshole word bomb’ that blew up at Judas.

“Speak that bitch’s name again, and I’ll rip your tongue out with my fork, Judas.”

Judas mocked Roe behind his head, but otherwise, he had shut the fuck up about that traitor.

Trying to nurse my migraine and silence my dumbass siblings, I focused on the chatter around us. The hum of the cafeteria made me sleepy. The murmurs of the space were like a lullaby. I closed my eyes, leaning back and trying to catch any fucking zees I could.

Quickly, someone whacked my foot, knocking my feet from the chair.

“What the fuck, asshat?”

My brother ignored my outburst and gripped my jaw with his meaty hand, turning my head toward a table at the far side of the cafeteria.The people arranged together were the creepy doll twins, the hair eater, and none other than the fucking Little Lamb herself with a bandage on her arm.

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