Page 22 of Sinful

I exhaled.

“What do you want, Seth?”

“Asylum,” he corrected me. “And I want to know how many times you’ve jerked off while thinking about my forever girl.”

I winced at his words but remained silent. I was sure there wasn’t a correct answer to any of it, and trying to give one would probably end with his fork jammed into my eye.

“You’re right,” he murmured, his blue eyes raking over me. I took note of the bandage wrapped around his hand. I remembered him protecting me in the woods and Church’s knife catching him.

He cocked his head to the left again.

“You remember everything, don’t you, bunny boy?”

“What do you mean?” My voice shook.

He moved to the corkboard in my room and studied the photos I had pinned to it. Me and my friends on campus. Photos of the cemetery and grounds. A picture of my dog back home. He reached out and ran his fingers lightly over a picture of me and Sirena. I stiffened, hating he was touching it.

“You’re vanilla, Andrews,” Asylum murmured, continuing to study the picture of me and Sirena. “A sweet vanilla cupcake. But you remember everything.”

I remained quiet, my aching body stiff with anticipation.

“Tell me,Vanilla,when was the last time you held your cock and thought about my forever girl?” He didn’t turn to face me. He simply continued to stare at the photograph.

When I didn’t answer, he let out a soft laugh that sent chills down my spine.

“This morning, but you hurt too much.” He turned to face me. “Yes?”

“Why are you here?” I demanded quietly, wishing I had some answer to how she was doing.

He let out another soft laugh. “She’s fine, by the way. Little crazy, but aren’t we all?”

I watched him walk to my bed and take a seat on the edge of it. He continued to twirl his fork.

“I’m here because you want what’s mine.”

I glanced to my open door, knowing he’d be on me before I’d made it halfway across the room.

He snickered. “You’re right.Run, run, as fast as you can. You can’t escape the forking boogeyman.”

“I care about her,” I said, holding my chin up.

He nodded. “You can’t possibly think you can compete with me and the watchers, right?”

“I’m not trying to.” I shrugged helplessly. “I know where I stand.”

“Good. Now that you know that, I have a job for you.” He switched gears quickly, going from murderer with a fork to psycho with a fork. There wasn’t much difference.

“I’m not interested—”

“I care not about your interest regarding the matter.” He waved me off. “I need you to go to Miss Kitty and put your dick to good use. Think you can handle that?”

I crinkled my brows at him. “Who?”

He rolled his blue eyes. “Cady. She’s poking around, trying to get to firefly. We can’t have that. My girl must rest and not be reminded of such ugly things.”

“What’s going on?”

“Sirena was harmed.” He gave me a measured look. “You fucked things up for us, Vanilla. Now I want your help fixing them.”

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