Page 61 of Ashes

My insides quivered as I waited for the inevitable.

Sully pushed the needle into my vein and depressed the plunger.

“It’s that you already wanted to die, so if you don’t make it through our little experiment, we’re covered. The suicidal, manic ones are really the best.”

Fuck. FUCKER.

I was going to kill him. I was going to fucking kill . . .

The fog in my head grew as Jenkins removed my hospital gown, leaving me naked.

Sully drank me in, a wicked, twisted smile on his face before he reached out and stroked me.

“Let go, Malachi. Let the drugs do what they’re best at. Controlling you.”

My heart thundered in my ears as the ability to clearly think began to leave me.

Where was I?

“Breathe,” a voice called out softly. “In and out. Good boy.”

Who was I?

Hands on my groin. Heat. Wetness.

Fuck, help me.

Whoevermeis.

“Spread his legs,” the voice said.

My body was jostled, my legs spread.

Dizziness swept over me.

I was dying.

I was fucking dying.

I hoped they remembered me.

Whoever they were.

Who was I?

Help me.

God? Was there a god?

There was a devil.

Demons.

I was a demon.

No. I was the devil.

I was scared.

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