Page 7 of Twist Me

Finally stealing a glance at his expression, I tried not to blush, realizing it was prideful.Clearing his throat and collecting his bag, he pulled what looked like handcuffs from it.I raised my brow, unsure why he’d be pulling out the ole’ metal bracelets.

“You definitely remind me of someone, Miss Lavita. And if you’re anything like her, you won’t have a problem.”

I allowed myself a smile but then quickly sobered up. “Why the bracelets?”

Now, Quinn grinned. “Well, you’re a dangerous criminal. I can’t escort you to the facility to grab your paperwork and lodging information without protecting myself.”

My eyes widened.

He was taking me to Hospital Twelve.

Right now.

It was on the other side of the prison. Now, my training wasn’t just talking about these people. They wanted to throw me into the wolves’s den to see if I’d be eaten before I even had time to study who the wolves were.

Fine, fair enough.

I might not be fully prepared to play dirty, but I would bite back.

Istared at the table and the stuff they called food in this place. The crunchy potato something bubbled under my scrutiny. The usual shrieking from Miss Baker could be heard near the far corner, and the germaphobe spouted her doomsday speech to anyone dumb enough to listen. We had all sorts of bizarre happenings in my “home” away from home, such as the bat-shit-bananas old-fuck who chomped oncheckers like they were crackers and a sadist who thought he was invisible. He was always leaving pranks for people to step in. He was truly demented if you asked me, but I didn’t give a shit because he knew better than to fuck with my brothers or me.

We would fuck them back twice as hard.

Most people in Hospital Twelve were here because they had an accident of some sort that led them to be locked up from their cowardly families. Megan Mahags was a person who had an “accident.” She had been a teacher before coming here, a doting nun to the little parasites until she had a miscarriage. After she lost her own little bundle of horror, she stole the kids she practically raised from eight to three every day while their actual parents were slaving away at their nine-to-fives. Megan was the only little Christian girl who had yet to crucify her body on my cock.

That would change.

I could see how she watched me with her doe-eyed Bambi look. She wanted a taste of the devil. I guess Jesus wasn’t doing it for her after being shipped off here. She all but rebelled against her god after he took away her precious bundle.

I suppose my brothers and I would fall under the last category—unreformed lost causes. Our shrink loved to pretend like she thought we’d get some redemption one day, like finding a religious anchor, developing a sense of remorse, or—my personal favorite—empathizing with our victims. But the reality was that we loved to be bad.

Judas smacked the table, startling Pharaoh, who elbowed him in the ribs. “Jude! You fucking idiot, I just dropped potato-surprise on my fucking pants!”

Judas looked at him and winked. “Oh, hush. Just take them off. I’m sure Mary will love to lick it off you.”

The nymphomaniac in question was staring at us like we were the main course for lunch. My dick did a half-hearted twitch at the swell of her breasts in her beater shirt.

“We really need some new pussy in this fucking place. The last four patients have been dudes.”

Judas shrugged.

His dick accepted anything that was available, whereas Roe and I preferred a warm wet pussy. If I closed my eyes, sometimes I could imagine a porn star or something suckin’ me off, but the manly moaning always deflated my fun-stick like a balloon. I wasn’t against what the fuck ever anyone wanted to bone. I just wasn’t made for any man.

The sound of jangling metal caught my attention. The door to the main entrance cracked open, moaning like a ship bitching on the seas.

A breath-stealing, knock-out female walked into the cafeteria. Her long brown hair fell like a wave to her fine ass. I felt like the fucking cartoons with heart eyes and my tongue hanging out. It took me a minute to realize this beauty was the one from the TV.

My brothers were frothing at the mouth just as badly as I was. Even Judas seemed to ignore his current delusions to give her his full attention. That bothered me. This Little Lamb was mine to feast on, and if they wanted to be so lucky to get my fucking scraps when I was done, they’d better settle the fuck down.

“Get your eyes back in your goddamn head, fuckers,” I hissed at them. Pharaoh looked at me and then back to the newcomer.

Wagging his brows like a damn frat boy, he drawled, “Well, well, well…does the big bad Goliath have a crush?”

Judas snickered at my expense, and I shrugged, flipping them both off.

The girl was being led to the administration office. The man leading her around like a chained dog was none other than Micah fucking Quinn. My bros and I had enough run-ins with this special breed of asshat who pretended to be a golden boy. When he was in his deputy diapers, his ‘holier than thou’ attitude infected me to make the biggest mistake of my life.

Word on the street was that he nabbed some fancy serial killer and was hot-shit in the department now.

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