Page 25 of Twist Me

“Shrinky dink loves threesomes with Larry and me. She’s more into mind fucking us, but we’ll succeed eventually, right Larry?”

I glanced at the spot he was looking at while speaking, but there wasn’t anyone but us around. Was this Larry guy a hallucination? I forced a laugh, and he perked up, getting closer to me. These siblings definitely didn’t know the meaning of personal space. Even Judas, regardless of his playful demeanor, was way too close for comfort.

“Question really is though, where are you off to in your outfit?”

It was like Judas was showing me flashes of lucidity, and what I saw scared me maybe more than any of the others. Clicking back into his silly persona, he chuckled and growled at me.

“Because if your playing doctor, I volunteer, and I have a very stiff?—”

“I am looking for something,” I interrupted, not wanting to hear what he would say.

He was silent for a minute, his eyes telling a story of whatever mystery was happening in his mind. Eventually, he shrugged and started walking past me. Confused, I tried to piece together that interaction when he doubled back and bit me on the shoulder.

“Ow! What was that for?” My eyes were bugging out of my head as I watched this weirdo and what he might do next.

Laughing to himself, he said, “What? Do I have an acquired taste?”

Glaring at him and his tan skin, I kept silent.

From a distance, the sounds of chatter and metal clinking on metal headed toward our hallway.

“Welp. That is my queue. The guards love me too much, and I don’t need paparazzi right now.”

Trying to cover my face with the lab coat, I started to walk away, but Judas grabbed my shoulder and turned my body around to face a hallway with one old-looking door at the end.

Turning around, I saw him smile and saunter off without a word, whistling some tune and skipping down the hallway back to the hospital’s wing. I could have cried when that old door came into view fully. Opening it, the smell of old paper and the cold, moldy basement assaulted my nostrils.

Finally, I’d arrived.

“Well, Goliath, looks like we agree on something for once,” I groused, making my way down a staircase into the depths of a freaking hellscape. “I’m taking what I want.”

Isnickered in the darkness. The squeals of the skittish beauty as she bumped into a million things made me roll my eyes.How she managed to find the basement was beyond me, but here she was, searching the decrepit old boxes using the window’s moonlight to read over papers.

There was nothing on me, of course. My files had been obliterated at the exact time they were written. Nobody wantedtheir hand caught in the cookie jar of dishonoring a praised hero.The thought made me growl, and my anger made my blood pump faster. My eyes locked onto the traitorous cop. Her curvy body was wrapped up in a lab coat.

Did the good little girlsteal?

She was nearing another door, this particular room a personal favorite of mine.Sticking to the shadows, I followed behind her, the click of the metal lock sounding like a shot in the dark.

The overhead lights flipped on, and a small, white box was illuminated. She was still walking in front of me. Her squeak of fear when the lights turned on and revealed she was trapped in this fluffy white room was tangible.

I had to give it to her. She had some spunk. Instead of caving in on herself, as I figured she would, she started throwing punches at the back of the plush white material.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake! Can’t I catch a freaking break, oh mighty overlord? Throw me a bone!”

She wasn’t talking to me. She was screaming up to the cosmic spirits above. Did she believe in God and that her Sunday mass with her pops wasn’t a ruse?

Interesting.

I took a few steps, waiting as my prey walked backward and bumped right into my hard body. She stilled for a minute before turning around and meeting my eyes.

“I told you, Little Lamb…” I walked her backward until she was against the white plush wall. Caging in her tantalizing body with mine, I leaned down until our noses almost touched. “When I want something. I take it.”

The little cop was feisty, not at all like the way she acted inside our little wonderland. Perhaps she knew now that I didn’t play fair. She was wriggling her body, trying to free herself frommy grasp, but the more she squirmed, the harder I pressed her into the wall.

“Thanks for the massage, Little Lamb,” I whispered, grinding my pelvis into her.

I knew she could feel the hardening length press into her chest. All I had to do was go on my tiptoes to get a nice blow job, but I wasn’t exactly sure she wouldn’t try something stupid like biting me…yet.

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