Page 33 of Sour
I yanked BJ’s pants down and spat on the handle of the mop. “Since all you pigs love to stick your dicks in places they don’t belong, I’m sure you won’t mind what I’m about to do.” His muffled screams and cries meant nothing to me as I forced the handle inside his ass. His whole body tensed and wriggled, but I just kept shoving the mop deeper, grunting as he tried to resist me. “Fight all you want, but I’m only going to push harder!”
The sound of footsteps entered the room. I listened, recognizing them.
“I wondered when you were going to show up.” The man stepped into the moonlight, the walking embodiment of depravity. “Where the fuck have you been, Johnny?”
Johnny smiled and shrugged. “I told you. I was getting you a fresh pack.” He pulled out a small box of cigarettes and tossed them at my bare feet. Those menacing eyes of his lingering over BJ’s body and stopping at my hands, noticing the trail of blood from BJ’s ass. “And what haveyoubeen up to, Happy?”
I smiled. “Just playing with a toy. Want to join me?”
Johnny smirked, casually walking over to BJ’s head. He gripped the plastic bag and ripped a large hole. BJ gasped, crying and sobbing as he desperately inhaled. The man begged Johnny to help him. “I’m more than happy to help play with your fleshy little toy.” He flashed me a sickening look. BJ tried to escape, but I held him down as Johnny positioned the nurse and pulled out his dick. He then forced BJ’s mouth open with a depraved smile. “Now, why don’t you suck my dick like your life depends on it. Because it does.” He forcefully pushed his entire shaft deep inside BJ’s mouth, gagging him as he held his skull within his grasp.
I kept the mop firmly inside BJ’s ass, ignoring his muffled screams as he sucked Johnny off. His body rocked along the tile as Johnny pounded his pelvis into him, laughing as the male nurse suffered. I took the moment to pop one of the cigarettes out of the pack, placing it between my lips, realizing I didn’t have anything to light it with. “Fuck.” I looked down and searched BJ’s pants for a lighter, finding it and something a bit more interesting. “Oh, now what do we have here?” I held up the switchblade in the moonlight as it reflected along the sharp blade.
Such a nice, sharp point. I bet this would slice that pig’s flesh so nicely…oh, now wait a minute.
A wicked idea popped into my mind as I smoked the cigarette.
“Hey Johnny.” I looked over as his menacing eyes met mine. “Want to help me make a bigger mess?” I waved the knife around, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
Johnny smirked and slammed deep down BJ’s throat with a loud grunt. He fucked the nurse’s face a little longer before slowly pulling his dick from BJ’s mouth. The nurse gasped, panting and sobbing all at once. God, it made me hard.
I slowly peeled the mop from BJ’s body and gripped his thighs. “Grab his arms and roll him over.” Together, Johnny and I whipped BJ over onto his back. I ripped his uniform down the center and spotted the very tattoo Koven had mentioned before. The one Dream was so obsessed with feeling. “There you are.”
I walked over and straddled BJ’s torso as Johnny sat across from me, using his knees to pin the man’s arms down as he covered his mouth. He watched me closely as I offered the cigarette to him. “No thanks.” I placed it back between my lips and carefully dragged the blade along the nurse's flesh. “What’s your plan, Happy?” Johnny asked with a glint of excitement.
I flicked the cigarette aside and exhaled. “I’m going to make a gift for a friend of mine.” I carefully positioned the blade just right and began to flay a chunk of BJ’s skin. The man screamed into Johnny’s hands, kicking and moving as if he could stop me from creating another masterpiece.
I sliced the last thread of skin and held the large chunk up, examining it in the moonlight with a smile. “She’s going to love this.”
My eyes drifted to Johnny’s. “Here.” I offered him the knife. “Let’s have somerealfun.”
Dream cheerfully pranced into the dayroom as Koven shadowed her, like her own personal little storm cloud. Watching the two contrasting personalities was always amusing. They were such polar opposites, yet separating them seemed impossible. Dream brought this little sliver of light into Koven’s dark world. It was a pleasant thing to witness.
“Happy!” Dream spotted me. Her smile grew enormously as she ran over to my table. Koven followed, her usual sullen selftaking a seat across from me. “I hear you had a very interesting night last night.” She winked.
This woman is an enigma.
Koven eyed Dream who sat right next to me. “What happened last night?” she asked.
I shrugged. “All I did was take a shower.”
Dream twirled her hair. “I don’t know the full story, but I know one thing for sure. You, Ziggy Slater, were not alone.” She smiled over at Koven. “Happy here has made all kinds of friends.”
Koven eyed me with a concerned look and crossed her arms. “You don’t say.”
Oh, there’s a flavor I haven’t seen in a while.
“No need to be jealous, Skittles.” I winked.
Koven scoffed. “I’m not.”
Liar.
We all stopped speaking as a young, blonde hair nurse approached the table. He cleared his throat and looked at Koven. “Ms. Carter?” She raised a brow. “Dr. Sable has asked me to escort you to your next electroshock therapy session.”
Koven and Dream looked confused. I wasn’t.
“I–I don’t understand. BJ is normally the one who takes her,” Dream stated.
