Page 23 of Twist Me

The nurse stared at me, snapping on her gloves and lubing up her finger. This was the nurse I had seen before who bandaged my arm. For whatever reason, she hated me. Her beautiful face had the most evil of smiles as the guard walked away and drew up the curtain.

There was a bin next to me, and the nurse just stood there watching me. I felt so small, like a tiny jar carrying a growing plant that was clearly not going to grow with it.

“Strip.”

Her accented voice made me flinch. The quiet of the facility in this part of the hospital was eerie, and a buzzing in my ears made me dizzy. I stared at my black flats and pants. I couldn’t stop staring at a hole in the knee.

That hole made me feel exposed, but not nearly as much as I was about to be.

Closing my eyes, I removed my clothing and dropped it in the plastic bin, not meeting the eyes of the impatient health worker in front of me.

Funny, when I’d imagined my body being fully touched for the first time, I didn’t ever think it would be by an angry Russian nurse.

My mind drifted to Goliath’s touch. His fingers were rough but somehow gentle. When he touched me, my body betrayed all reasoning, and that undeniable heat had radiated off me. I still couldn’t comprehend that he used my own gun as a sex toy. With the hardness of his sex, he managed to make the interaction feel excruciatingly amazing between his body and the vibration of the toy bullet. Even through the material of his pants, he felt…monstrous. How could I even look him in the eye after what I did or said?

“Ow,” I shouted, shock ripping me from my thoughts.

The nurse was snapping off her gloves and shoving past me. I clenched my legs at the violation and unsteadily put on the scratchy white tank top and scrub pants laid out for me. I was unable to shake the thought that I wished Goliath’s hands could bring back that warmth right now.

“So,what lovely information did you get? Can I kill you yet?”Goliath said.

I ignored the looming form over me. Goliath was such a nuisance, and after the violating morning I had, I wasn’t capable of dealing with his shit. I had been here one day officially, and I was supposed to figure out his whole life story in a second?

“You’re not exactly helping,” I grumbled.

I made the mistake of looking up at him, and that freaking smirk was devirginizing enough.

“If you want something from me…” he said, moving closer.

Heat was radiating off him in waves, and I could smell his spicy scent. His eyes were like a trap. Their icy appearance had small drops of blue in them, captivating my gaze. I wasn’t able to look away.

He was ethereal.

So dangerously close…

“Then earn it by being a good fucking girl and working for it.”

My breath hitched, and he caught the sound as he inhaled my scent.His hand found one of my light brown curls, his inked fingers twirling the strand and letting it bounce up.

I shook my head, hardening my gaze. “If you want my help, you have to help me. What would you do if you were looking for information, and they just stood there not saying a darn thing to help?”

His smile turned absolutely dangerous. He ran his hand over the book in my lap, grabbing the end.

“I’d simplytakeit from them.” He slammed the book shut, and I yipped at the noise, the spell broken.

Did this jerk want to toy with me again? Well, screw him.

I bolted up, leaving Goliath still leaning over the beanbag.He could look stupid for once.I was going to take his advice and take what I needed.There had to be files in this godforsaken place, maybe the basement?

I walked over to Emmy, who was feeding her sister some mushy stuff through her feeding tube.

“Emmy, I have a favor,” I said, grabbing a napkin and dabbing some of the mush that spilled. Emmy looked at me and smiled. “Does it involve hurting someone? I’m super bored.”

Was she joking? Wait…nope. Better not to know.

“Uh, no, Em. I need to find the files on Goliath and his brothers. Where would they be?”

Emmy shrugged and started rocking on her heels while humming some lullaby.

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