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The little nurse behind Christina furrows her brow, looking more confused than ever, but I can almost see steam coming offthe bitch in waves now. I haven’t been here long enough for her to understand who the fuck I am. But I’m a quick learner.
“So…what do you want?” I ask again.
“The door was not open. It was–” she starts, but Jackson interrupts her.
“I know what this is,” he says, grabbing his flaccid cock through his pants, giving it a little shake. I cover my mouth trying to stifle a laugh, but I just can’t hold back. “She’s jealous because she wants my cock and I won’t give it to her.”
Christina audibly gasps and so does everyone that is in earshot of Jackson’s voice.
“What are you…I don’t know wh…I would never…” she stumbles over her words, turning this time to address the nurse behind her, who just shakes her head as she crosses her arms over her chest walking away.
Christina finally sees several patients milling around the doorway in the hall as they listen in to everything being said. “Go to your rooms! This has nothing to do with you!” she screeches, throwing her hands in the air to shoo them away.
They all scatter quickly, making us break out into a fit of laughter again. She steps out of the room, looking both ways to make sure no one is listening this time. When she steps back in, she walks closer to us.
The look crossing her face is her true nature.
One that promises vengeance and torture.
She is the embodiment of pure evil with the position in this asylum to dole it in ample amounts whenever and to whomever she deems worthy. Regardless of whether they are guilty or not. If she feels like you’ve wronged her in any way or she just doesn’t like you for any reason, that’s all it takes for her to rain hellfire down on you.
Here at Wellard Asylum, you have nowhere to run or to hide.
You just have to deal with it.
“Look here, you little trailer trash discarded useless whore,” she says, focusing on me. My vicious smile remains, but I notice Jackson’s drop immediately. “Remember who the fuck you’re dealing with. I will make your life here a living hell. I will put you in solitary and give Andrew access to you at all times. And this time…” she says, her evil smile making its presence known, showing all her ugliness. “...he will rip through that tight little asshole of yours with no lube except for the blood you spill after he cuts you open.”
Jackson is eerily still when she focuses on him now. “And if I wanted you, pretty boy…I would have you. Maybe…” she says, leaning over his prone form still leaning back on his elbows. She rakes her tiny fingernail down his chest. His eyes don’t move from hers, while hers follows the downward trajectory over his abs heading to where his dick is. “I will tie you up and fuck that loose hole of yours with a bottle. I know you let others fuck you there…You won’t mind if I do, right?”
The glare in Jackson’s eyes has me shivering. He’s a nice guy…to me. But to others, he’s a psychopath who will gut you from groin to sternum and decorate your corpse with your entrails just because you looked at him wrong. He will use your small intestine to tie a little bow for whoever finds your rotting corpse.
“I want to see you fucking try it, cunt. You haven’t seen what I’m capable of…yet!” he growls out the final word.
Christina stands back up, trying to look unaffected, but the weariness in her eyes tells me a different story. For some odd reason, I don’t scare her. But my dear friend Jackson here…he terrifies her. As he should.
She clasps her hands behind her back as she takes a small step back. Jackson shifts, sitting up slowly. Both of us watch as she retreats, walking backward, trying to appear as if she is calm, cool, and collected.
Together, we make her nervous.
She should be terrified.
Wait until tonight.
Turning just as she gets to the doorway and heads in the direction of the nurses’ station, you can hear her loud, nasally voice echoing down the empty hallway. “Lunch is served.”
Jackson leans forward, with his forearms on his knees. Looking back at me over his shoulder, I stare back at him. The silence in my room is deafening.
“I want in on whatever you have planned for that bitch. She can’t threaten me and get away with it.”
Nodding, I drop my feet to the floor. “Yeah. Okay,” I say, standing to put on my slides, turning to stare down at him. My mind is going a thousand miles an hour with a new plan. Jackson is still staring up at me. His anger is rolling off him in waves. “We're doing this after dinner. Until then, we need to stay out of trouble. Ending up in solitary will only delay our exit.”
He is silent and dead still for a moment. I see the tremble in his clasped hands from how infuriated that bitch made him.
“How?” I take a step closer and place my hand on his shoulder, trying to let him know I understand his anger and frustration. I can see him physically calm under my touch. That alone is such a powerful feeling. He gives me a small smile, letting me know he’s okay.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do…”
Dinner time is usually a pretty quiet affair, even with all the chaotic patients being in the same area at the same time. Everyone is more interested in eating than creating havoc. But tonight that’s going to change. We need a distraction, and I know just how to get it.
