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Grabbing my hair at the back of my head, he pulls it back as far as it will go, pulling strands of my long, dark brown hair with it. I bare my teeth at him in a growl.
“Say that again.”
“Fuck. You.”
Looking up at the ceiling at this awkward angle, my eyes tear up in rage. The tears slip down the side of my face unbidden to pool inside the shell of my ears. My eyes narrow at him. Even though my tears are from my anger, the smile on his face lets me know he thinks I'm crying from the pain.
Leaning in, he licks the tears from one side of my face. I try to pull away, but with his hold on my hair, I'm unsuccessful. His slimy tongue moves from my ear all the way to the side of my eye, making me squeeze both eyes closed. My stomach rolls with the need to vomit from the feeling of his disgusting tongue on my skin.
“Look at that. Such a good little slut giving me exactly what I want. Your blood…and your tears. Now let's see if I can beat those screams out of you as well.”
Releasing my head with a hard shove, the side of my forehead collides with the wall just above my eye, making me grunt in pain. The room starts to swim from the impact. My ears start ringing and sounding like I’m in a long tunnel.
I hear him move away at the same time the screech of the heavy metal door to the room opens, echoing through the room. Before I can even question who it is that is here, I feel wetness seeping down past my eye, moving to the edge of my mouth.
My tongue slowly sneaks out, swiping the corner of my mouth, tasting the heavy copper flavor of my blood. My stomach turns from how bad my head is spinning from the hit against the cement wall, but also from the nasty feel of the saliva that he left on the side of my face.
I’m so dizzy right now, making my knees give out. A loud groan leaves my lips from the pain in my wrists and my back. I’m unable to keep my legs straight, and now my fingers are tingling because my hands are going numb.
I feel another slash go across my lower back once again, making my knees straighten and my body tense up from thepain. This time, I can’t hold back the scream. The high-pitched sound of my yell echoes throughout the room. A sound that I honestly have never heard come from the hollow depths of my soul.
Something I never wanted to allow.
A piece of me I never wanted to give him.
Slumping down once again because my legs are not able to hold me up any longer, my breath comes out ragged and sweat drips down the side of my face, mixing in with the blood and coating my body. Regardless of how cold it is in this damn room, my body is shaking relentlessly from being overheated inside this freezing cold room.
The moan that comes from Andrew, still standing behind me, shocks me to my core. I think he just jizzed in his pants at the sound of my pain mixed with the sight of my blood.
And they call me crazy.
This guy is really psychotic, and they have him in charge of us?
“That’s enough, Andrew,” the deep, authoritative voice from Dr. Graveheart is heard over my loud panting.
Igive a low, breathy laugh. I wish I didn’t have my back to the room so I could appreciate this intervention a little more. I would love to see the look of disappointment on Andy’s face right now. I know he had a whole lot more planned for me, and all those plans just got crushed.
Resting my forehead on the wall, I attempt to stand up straight. I'm reveling in the pain, even if it was delivered by a piece of shit’s hand. And now that my stoic doctor is here, I let out another little chuckle.
“But–” Andy starts to argue, but is quickly interrupted.
“But nothing, Andrew," my doctor says, his voice emotionless, like always. Just how he is during our sessions. "Help him get her down from there…” he says, pausing for just a second.
I am finally able to straighten my legs and hold myself up. I’m still breathing heavily, and my heart is racing, but knowing I’m being let go, gives me a little more strength.
His words finally register,help him. He must have been accompanied by someone here, so it’s not just my good ole doctor.
“Yes, Dr. Graveheart.” That sickly sweet voice makes my top lip curl into a snarl as my head turns to look over my shoulder slightly.
Fucking Christina.
God, I hate her. She’s such a traitorous, conniving, two-faced bitch. Not only did she enjoy helping Andy with my intake, but on two occasions since I’ve been here, she has had me locked in solitary after she did some shady shit and told the doctor it was me. But since I’m the patient, they believed her spewed lies.
I wish they would get it through their thick fucking skulls…If I do something, no matter what it is…I will own up to it.
When I feel her hands touching my ankles to release the shackles around them, I look down at her, letting a snarl bubble up from my chest through my lips, making her glance up at me with a smirk. Moving to the other ankle, I carefully follow her movement in case she has something sketchy up her sleeve.
“Fucking bitch,” I mutter, where only she can hear me, making her give a little giggle.
