Page 22 of Twist Me

Her fire was blazing in her eyes, the heat nearly tangible. Good thing I was familiar with hell.

“Awe, work, work, work and no play?” I said, holding her legs down harder, that dripping cunt in my view, so close, so ready.

Done with the teasing that was making me practically vibrate like this damn toy, I shoved the gun right onto her pussy. The thrashing stopped with a garbled moan. The sounds of her fighting her pleasure were a song to my ears, and watching her accept it was even better.

My cock was so painfully hard it was bending on the bedspread, but I ignored it so that I could take in this breathtaking sight.

My Little Lamb was whimpering, grinding her body onto the gun’s edge. Her white panties were translucent now, her wetness a river that created the perfect window of that hairless cunt she tried so hard to hide.

“Mmm…no…” She panted as a sheen of sweat began to cover her body. She looked like a fucking painting, with her tanned skin glowing in the moonlight.

“Yes, Little Lamb,” I encouraged, circling the toy inside the weapon on her pussy. “Give in. Moan all the things you scream at night while you soak your bed like a good girl.”

“I-I can’t…” she groaned, shaking her head on the pillow.

Moving forward, I ground my cock into her panties. The feel of her heat and wetness made me hiss as that fucking toy vibrated my dick.

“Goliath…oh god…”

Her body shook and bucked, soaking the front of my pants. I was in awe as the woman beneath me had savagely come undone. When her body stopped, it felt like the world stopped. Dumbfounded about what to do next, I pulled away as she covered up again, scooting back on the bed.

I looked down at my pants. They were soaked, and my dick was pushing so hard into the fabric that I expected them to rip open.

“You sing like a little choir girl,” I mused. “Do you pray to your god like that Little Lamb?”

She looked horrified at the thought, and it made me laugh harder. Grinning wide, I chucked the likely unusable weapon out of her window, the clatter of it falling into the dumpsters below, making a loudthunkshortly after.

She looked at me like I was the checker-eater back at the asylum, but I shrugged.

“I don’t like noisy shit.” I leaned back on the bed again.

Shaking her head, she looked exasperated, maybe even horrified. That flush on her freckled cheeks looked edible. She was trying to pull the pillow over the mess she had made. “I can get information,” she blurted, her cheeks flaming even more, making her freckles positively pop out like candy drops.

I wanted to lick each one.

Ignoring my nagging dick, I said, “What information do you think I can’t get for myself?”

Now, she looked…confident. It was sexy as hell.

“You were a police officer, once upon a time…”

I growled at my history being thrown in my face, making my dick go all noodle mode. So, she knew the one piece of information that still gnawed at me, fraying my nerves.

“I can get the information of what got you sent to the asylum…and….” She trailed off, fidgeting with the end of her dress, before meeting my eyes and locking onto my gaze.

“I can get you out for good, Goliath. I will find a hitch in the system somewhere, and you’ll be free.”

With my freedom over and my deal offered to Goliath, I stared at the form sitting in front of me. My mind raced as this piece of paper would well and truly lock me in this hell for as long as I needed to find these disappearing patients. And now, on top of trying to find the impossible, I needed to discover why the heck Goliath was locked up in here.So much of my research was met with riddles and only one real answer: corruption.

It would take me a while to figure out who was the person to finally throw him in Hospital Twelve. Even his brothers’ crimes didn’t make all that much sense. Pharaoh supposedly loved the woman he killed, and why did he claim his friend betrayed him? Judas seemed to have done something out of character to be placed with his brothers. In a world where he’d lived most of his life surrounded by people who may or may not be real, it made sense that he would hold the people who were tangible so closely.

“Sign the paper inmate number: one, seven, three, four.”The barked order came from the guard, making me jump a mile high as I didn’t even think these people spoke.

I gritted my teeth and signed the paper that ensured my life would forever change.

Goodbye, Ezello.

Hello, Zelle.

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