Page 7 of Dirty Little Psycho
I roll my eyes. “No one will harm you while you are with us,” is all I say before I push the door open and drag her out. She tries to struggle against my hold but she’s no match for me. All her resistance does is cause my cock to jerk to attention with the need to fuck the fight out of her. How she is related to that double crossing cunt is a mystery to me. She is no coward like her father, she is courageous enough to embrace her desires and relish in them.
The instant we step into the hall she stops fighting. Patients are scattered around, enjoying their freedom but the moment they see her, all their chatter stops. She presses against my back, keeping close as I walk down the corridor toward her cell. I make sure to give each of these fucks a look telling them she’s off limits to everyone but us.
She fists the back of my shirt with her other hand, which has me fighting back a smile. She trusted Carter by instinct because he said he was a chaplain but now that we are up here and in view of the others, she is latching onto me because the girl is smart enough to know I call the fucking shots. The fact that all of them part to make way for us, only serves to prove I am the one with the power here and if she’s smart, she will obey my every demand… Or, I might just have to punish her and allow her to think I would let these cunts touch what I have declared as mine already.
SEVEN
KARLEY
I have my face practically buried into the back of his shirt, I don’t come out of my hiding place even when we have stopped moving. I don’t know when he stopped dragging me by my arm and I began clinging to him, but the sight of all those vicious faces out there was enough to alert me to the fact that I was safer with these two rather than risking myself out there. I’m not thrilled at the idea of needing to have someone protect me, I’m used to relying on myself.
I may have a father but he was never around. I was raised by nannies and maids in a house the size of a castle. I was used to being alone and looking out for myself. So, being thrust into a place like this, where I have to rely on others for my safety, is going to be harder than swallowing fucking razor blades. My dad is self-centered and loves his money more than anything oranyone.
“You’re safe here,” Carter says. I slowly release my hold on Vaughn and look around the room, trying to hide my apprehension at the sight of the concrete cell we stand in. There is a metal toilet with no seat in the corner and a rusted basin. A metal frame bed with a mattress thinner than a sanitary pad anda threadbare blanket that looks itchy as fuck, but the sight of the blood-stained pillow is what has my stomach rolling.
“Are these accommodations not up to your standards?” The mockery in Vaughn’s voice is clear and I refuse to allow this asshole to get the upper hand, so I pull up my big girl panties and waltz across the room, sit on the edge of the bed and release a pleased sigh.
“Nope.” I pop the ‘P’just to piss him off. “This is perfect and will do just fine until I get out.” Both of them snort and shake their heads which just irritates me. “I won’t be here long.”
Vaughn’s face remains a mask of loathing while Carter at least has the decency to seem remorseful when he looks at me.
“Once you are admitted to Slade Le Roux, you never leave.” His statement has my brows drawing together.
“Yeah, I think you have that wrong.”
“Do I?” he volleys back.
With false bravado I meet his stare head on and nod. “Yes. Even inmates are released from prison.”
When the both of them share a loaded look, a trickle of unease slides down my spine. “Enjoy the solitude while you have it, Miss Le Roux. These walls tend to close in on you and force you to embrace the darkest parts of yourself or you risk losing your sanity completely,” Carter says ominously.
“You’ll be here a long time, so I suggest you start dealing with the demons of your past before theychaseyou down,” Vaughn growls, then stalks out of the cell. Carter shoots me one last look before following after his friend. If they are the chaplain and the resident therapist, then I’m fucked. Neither of them looked like they actually wanted to help me, if anything it looked like they were happy I was in here with them and these bunch of unhinged motherfuckers.
I’ve been sitting in the same spot for so long my back has grown stiff from sitting upright without moving. When I hear afaint scuff I gingerly climb to my feet, I freeze in fear at the sight of a crowd of men just outside my doorway. It never dawned on me that I should have closed the cell door or asked Vaughn and Carter if they could lock me in here. When the skinhead smiles wide and gives me a full view of his yellow teeth, I cringe and step back.
My show of distress at his intimidation only seems to fuel his interest. He takes a bold step forward and now stands in the cell with me. I have no weapons to defend myself with. I’m scrappy but I’m no fucking MMA fighter!
“Look what we got ourselves here, boys,” he taunts, the crowd behind him cheering him on like a flock of fucking sheep. “I reckon she could take us.”
“Fuck. You.” I grit each word out slowly. The bastard's eyes narrow and it’s then that I see the true crazy in his eyes. This place was built to house those too clinically out of their mind for prison. The men locked in here are a true risk to society and now I have found myself backed into a corner with a hoard of them waiting for their pound of flesh.
The fucker launches at me and I throw hands like I’m Mike Tyson’s granddaughter. I scratch, punch and claw the bastard, but when his fist connects with my cheek, I drop to the ground like a sack of potatoes. My vision is fuzzy, but when I hear him roar in pain, I shake my head to clear my dazed eyesight. A part of me wishes I hadn’t, but another part can’t stop watching as the purple devil with the snapped horns from last night straddles him and grips his head between his hands, then begins smashing it against the concrete ground with such force I cringe when I hear his head crack.
I open my mouth to tell him to stop or he will kill him but words fail me. I snap my head to the side when I hear the crowd begin to whimper in fear. One of the guys shoots me a sorrowful look before he pushes the door closed, locking me in here withthe masked killer. I flinch when I hear another crack and slowly turn back to face them, only to have to swallow back the bile rushing up my throat at the sight of the guy’s head caved in and blood flowing along the ground toward me. I shuffle backward on my ass to escape being touched by the blood, but the cell is so small I hit the wall.
At the sound of my grunt, he whips his head toward me and I gulp. His brown eyes burn with rage and I start trembling. Last night he and his buddies had their faces buried between my legs and now this one is looking at me like I’m his next meal—not in a good way. I cringe when he releases the guy's head and I see the blood covering his hands and clothing. He wears the same blue scrubs as I do, granted there isn’t much blue left visible on his now.
“Scared?” he taunts. I draw my knees up to my chest when the trail of blood comes closer. I stare at it, willing it to stop but of course it doesn’t and the second it comes into contact with my pants it spreads like wildfire. I bite back my whimper and close my eyes, praying that the next time I open them, this will all be a bad dream and I’ll wake up in my bed back home. When I finally open my eyes after a moment, I shriek at the sight of the masked devil crouching down in front of me.
Before I can move or utter a single word his blood covered hands cup my face between them. “They locked me in my room tonight.” My eyes slant together. “They wanted you for themselves, my psycho, but I got out.” I shake my head and open my mouth but he shifts his hand and places his bloody index finger over my lips and shushes me. “It’s okay, tonight I get you all to myself and I plan to make you black out again, but this time when you pass out, it will be with my cock inside you and the coppery taste of his blood on your lips.” My eyes snap wide.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snap. “You just killed a man and you expect me to fuck you next to his corpse?” When he tilts his head side to side I balk. “You’re out of your fucking mind?—”
“Yes. But I’m still going to fuck you in his blood so every motherfucker in this hellhole will know what happens when they try and play with my toy.”
“I’m not a fucking toy, you freak!” I scream.
His mocking laughter just grates on my nerves. “I plan to show you just how much of a freak I am and you will love everyinchof it.” Before I can register what the fuck is happening, he retrieves something that looks like a remote from his pants pocket, then pushes a button and I hear the distinct sound of my door locking. Then he presses another and the room is bathed in darkness. I open my mouth to scream for help but the sound is cut out when he lifts his mask enough to expose his mouth, smashes his lips on mine and swallows my screams.
