Page 3 of Twist Me

Captain Davidson came in at that point. His sleek, peppered hair and classy suit made him look like an original mobster from the 20s. As he approached the desk, he popped up between us. I stood up and placed the folder on my desk.

“I chose Lavita because she isn’t interested in all the fluff, unlike some of my people.” He gave a pointed look at Meredith, who didn’t seem fazed in the slightest.“She will be an angel in that hell-hole who will bring peace and clarity to the situation.”

Meredith giggled under her breath. “Yeah, an angel given to a hell with three devils to choose from.”

I inwardly groaned, and Davidson chuckled. “Well, a devil always protects what’s his, right?”

Embarrassment hit me so hard that my face felt scorched. I was sure my freckles were slowly melting off my cheeks.

“Sir?” I said, my uncertainty rising.

“Haven’t you read your full assignment, Officer Lavita?”

Nervous, I eyed the folder on my desk and willed the information to come to me.

“No. She’s been scared of it.” Meredith quickly threw me under the bus, but it was true.

Davidson raised a brow. He walked over to my desk and opened the crimson folder wide, flipping to a page and spinning it for me to read.

“Your assignment isn’t just to get inside the facility and look for the missing patients…” He poked at a line on the page with his finger. “You need to know what caused their disappearance. What led to their deaths.”

I scanned the page closer. There were three very handsome, very unstable-looking men on it. Their eyes were all an icy white with a drop of blue or green in them, too, but otherwise, these men looked possessed. Oddly, each face had a haunting beauty to it.

“Hell is ruled by what, Ezello?”

The captivating gaze of the triplets made me gulp when I read each name: Judas, Pharaoh, and Goliath.

“Hell is ruled by…” I repeated slowly, realizing I was being offered up as an innocent sacrifice.“Evil.”

My whole body faded into a numbness that resembled a black hole.

Davidson smiled a patronizing grin. “Atta’ girl. But, in your case, hell is ruled by its devils…and a devil will always protect what’s his. I need you to be that, Lavita. I need you to be the devil’s angel that needs protecting.”

Iscrutinized Mary’s face as she opened her mouth over and over, gaping like a fish and making a popping noise. I guess this broad was better with her mouth than the chick in the ‘quiet hall.’ She was catatonic, Mary was not, and beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“C’mon, big boy, paint my face.”

I refrained from gagging in my mouth long enough to flip her over so I didn’t have to look at her anymore as I shoved my half-limp dick into her bag of a pussy. It was a nice change if nothing else.

Mary wasn’t a virtuous thing, as her name suggested. She liked to hop on cock more than half the bitches in here. Her favorite shit to babble about was a film called “Nymphomaniac.” Also, I was pretty sure she had fucked my brothers about a dozen times already since she was “welcomed” here like the rest of us.

Her unending cries, like a porn star moaning, were annoying. Frowning, I glanced away and caught sight of a tiny little thing on the television. She had freckles dotting her tan face and curly brown hair that looked perfect for wrapping around my fingers. The words on the screen depicting a vicious, insane murderer did not match the soft look in her pale eyes.Looks could be deceiving, and I definitely knew an innocent-looking woman could oftentimes be the most ruthless. Speaking of ‘ruthless,’ the bitch on the other end of my dick yelled at me, digging her claws into my skin. The burn she was creating was intoxicating.

That fire kicked in my chest and warmed my body, my blood flowing down and stiffening my cock. She shut up when I pounded her into the corner wall, her head smashing onto the edge, and her cries of pain only heightened my point of orgasm. To my surprise, it was when I looked into the eyes of the seemingly harmless woman on television again that I met my release, my come painting the whore just as she wanted.

She turned to me, following my gaze and screeching like a damn banshee when she saw the picture plastered on the screens.

“Excuse me, Lith,” she squawked, waving her scrawny arms in my face.

I yawned and tucked myself back into my pants. These scrubs were irritating as fuck, and I didn’t understand how anyone could wear the damn things on a daily basis.

“You’re excused, Martha.”

Her protests at intentionally misusing her ‘holy name’ made me grin. The sex addict didn’t deserve it.

Walking over to the television, I stared at the girl’s image. It was clearer now.

“The city is fearful of what has happened within our honored society. We hope that Zelle Lavita can be rehabilitated at Hospital Twelve and rejoin society as a changed individual.”

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