Page 32 of Sour
“BJ,” I growled. His eyes widened as he realized I was free from the bag. “Oh, you really fucked up this time.” I charged the fat fuck and decked him in the face, knocking him to the floor. He slipped on the wet tile and grabbed onto a nearby pipe. I grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and yanked him off his feet. “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, but I guess I lied.” I smiled.
“Please,” the male nurse begged. “Please, I–I didn’t want to! S–she made me!”
My head tilted. “Who?” I asked. He sobbed like a baby. “Answer me, pig!”
BJ groaned as I dropped him onto the floor and pressed my foot against his chest. “Dr. Sable! She–she wanted me to teach you a lesson!”
Oh? How ballsy of her.
“And why is that?” I asked. “Did I do something bad?” I couldn’t help but to laugh.
BJ grabbed my ankle, but I just pressed harder, listening as his spine ground against the tile. “I’m waiting,” I sang.
The man winced in pain. “I don’t know! S–she said something about how–how you were going to mess everything up with her favorite. That’s all I know. I swear! I swear!”
How very interesting indeed.
“Who is her favorite?” I asked. BJ didn’t answer. “Who!” I kicked him in the face. The male nurse coughed and spat out a tooth I knocked free.
“Fuck!” he cried out as blood stained his teeth. “I don’t know!”
“Liar!” I stepped off BJ’s chest and grabbed his uniform as I lifted him slightly from the tile. “Tell me who her favorite is. Tell me!”
BJ winced at my shouts, but kept quiet. It infuriated me.
“Tell me!” I slammed his head back. “Tell me!” His skull hit the tile a second and third time. I lifted him, preparing to repeat the motion when he began to cry.
“Okay! Okay!” He wheezed. “She…her favorite is Koven. Dr. Sable favors your stepsister.”
I fucking knew it.
I pulled the man closer. “And what does Dr. Sable do with her favorites?”
He groaned. “I don’t know, man, she–she fucks with them. Uses her psychiatric skills to find their weaknesses and manipulates them into needing her. It’s–it’s just some game she likes to play.”
I didn’t like the game.
“What happens when her favorites no longer want her? What does she do then?” I asked.
BJ shook his head. “She dopes them up and leaves them strapped to one of the beds in a secluded room, away from the rest of the asylum and prying eyes. Sometimes they beg for her to forgive them, but she never does. S–she just keeps them long enough to find a buyer for their organs.”
So, the psychiatrist, who plays favorites, trafficks organs on the black market? What an interesting twist.
I glared at the man. “And what happens then?”
He exhaled. “She puts them down.” His words made me run hot with anger.
I dropped BJ onto the floor and backed away.
The male nurse grabbed the pipe once more, trying to stand. “Fucking bitch.” I turned to face him, realizing he now had his baton in his grasp. It was amusing to see him think such a thing would frighten me. “Dr. Sable may favor that little witch now, but thanks to you, she’s growing tired of her. Soon, that little psycho will be put down like the rabid bitch she is, and you’ll be left here all alone. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get all the attention you deserve, Slater. Every last bit of it.” I just smiled, watching the nurse stumble towards me with his retractable stick.
“You must be a real fucking idiot if you thought ambushing me in the shower was the way to teach me a lesson.” BJ swung his arm, and I grabbed the baton. He tried to fight me, but my size and strength greatly overpowered him.
The male nurse ground his teeth and groaned, breaking his arm free. He swung again, this time the baton striking me in the face. He cackled as I stepped back, tasting blood in my mouth. “Not so powerful now, are you, Slater?” He scoffed. “I don’t usually prefer to play with the male patients here, but I think you’d make an excellent toy. Just like your sister.” His eyes sparkled as he mentioned Koven. And I fucking snapped.
Bj swung his baton one last time and I caught it. I yanked it from his grasp, knocking him to the ground in one swift motion. He tried to crawl away, but I grabbed him by the band of his pants and yanked him back to me. “I hear you like to play rough with your toys,” I growled. “No one touches my sister but me!” I snatched the plastic bag and wrapped it around his face. “And I’m no one’s toy, pig!” I tied it tightly around his neck as he panicked, trying to claw his face free. I grabbed his arm and pulled it back, snapping his shoulder out of place as he screamed into the plastic bag. “You should really learn to keep your hands to yourself.”
I scanned the room, spotting a nearby mop. A wicked idea popped into my mind, and I grabbed it. BJ gasped, suffocating inside the plastic bag, and I knew I needed to be quick. This would be no fun if the pig passed out.
