Page 82 of Deviant

He locks his hand around my arm, squeezing so tightly as he drags me from the room.

“What’s going on?” I shout. “Where are you taking me?”

He doesn’t answer. He just keeps his face morphed into a horrible, twisted expression as if he’s trying to hide behind it and he maintains his relentless pace.

My eyes dart about, desperately searching for a man Iknow I won’t find.

“Where is he?” I scream.

I know he’s behind this. I know this is his doing. Nothing happens in this house without his say so.

Gabe doesn’t reply, doesn’t act as if I’ve even spoken a word.

I’m dragged through the house. I try to use my feet as an anchor, I try to lash out with my spare arm, only Gabe just backhands me hard enough that I’m then too dazed to really do anything.

When we reach that familiar dark corridor, my legs give out and fear completely overwhelms me.

“No,” I cry. “No,”

We make a turn, then another, and then I’m met with a huge open door and a strange, white space beyond.

In one brutal movement, I’m flung inside, tossed in like a thing that has to be contained.

My face slams into the floor, only it’s not hard, it’s soft. Everything is soft. Padded.

I blink, spinning around just as the massive door is shut and the lock loudly clicks into place.

And it hits me, where I am, what’s happened; they’ve locked me in a padded cell like I’m some sort of nut job.

But why? Why? I did what he wanted. I did everything he asked of me. It doesn’t make any sense.

“What did I do?” I scream, forcing myself to my feet, using my fists to slam into the door only the sound is near existent with all the foam stuck to it. “What did I do?”

I know I didn’t do anything.

I know I was good.

I know I was obedient.

Why is he punishing me like this? Why is he doing this at all?

I start screaming out that I’ll be good, that I am good, that he can fuck me and use me, and hurt me, too. That I want him to useme, that I want that. Hell, if he takes me back to Oblivion then I’ll suffer it, I’ll suffer it all.

Only, no one responds.

I’m met with the silence of this awful room and the knowledge that no one is beyond it.

I’m lying,half-dazed, when the latch on the door pops open. A tray is pushed inside, and I know on the other side, Gabe is there.

I scramble forward, repeating over and over that I have to see him. That I need to see him. I know I sound manic, crazed even, but it doesn’t matter.

Only, Gabe doesn’t say a word.

He doesn’t speak.

He just leaves me to it.

The food on the tray is no different to the meals provided in Magnus’s rooms. I guess I should be grateful for that, at least I’m not being starved this time.