Page 49 of Twisted Union

“We do have a single bedroom he can use. I think it’s best he get help right away.”

Mom turned to me and gave me a quick hug before standing up. “Listen to the doctors, Viktor. I have to go now.”

“You’re leaving me?” I asked.

She gave me a pained look, then walked out the door without a goodbye. I stood up to follow, but Radcliff stopped me.

“Viktor, I want to show you to your room.”

It fully dawned on me what was happening. I was getting locked up in the looney-bin. Instead of listening to Radcliff, I ran out of the room, searching for my mom. She was already out the doors. I could see her pink coat getting farther and farther away.

Someone grabbed my arm, jerking me back. It was a security guard.

“Keep him there,” Radcliff said, walking calmly toward me, one of his hands behind his back.

“No,” I growled, struggling against the guard’s grasp. “No! I’m not crazy! I’m not crazy!”

Despite my words, everyone in the waiting room looked at me like I was. A sharp pain jabbed into my arm. Radcliff was standing next to me, an emptied syringe in his hand.

“I’m sorry, Viktor. But for your own protection and the protection of others, you need to stay here for a while.”

I tried fighting against the guard’s grasp, but my eyes went heavy, and my breathing calmed. The last thing I remembered was the bright fluorescent lights overhead before everything went dark.

That’s one reason why it’s so hard for me to fall asleep. I’m worried that if I close my eyes, I might never wake up. With Gemma beside me, though, I’m able to relax enough until the darkness of sleep takes me, and memories are left behind.

* * *

I wakeup when I hear footsteps. The floors are creaky and old, so nothing gets past me. When I sit up, I see it’s Gemma, her wedding dress clasped to her chest as she tries sneaking out of the room.

My eyes rake over her ass, and I get hard at the sight. “What are you doing?” I ask.

She freezes, then spins around to face me. “I, uh, just needed to use the bathroom.”

“Uh-huh. So, you weren’t sneaking out?”

“What? No.” She won’t look at me.

“Gemma, we’re married now. You’re no longer my prisoner. This is your room, too. Stay.”

She bites her lip, which only makes me want to bite her lip. Hard. “What if I don’t want to stay?”

“You mean, you don’t want all of this?” I lay back, motioning toward my body. Gemma eyes me over, lust in her gaze, before she snaps out of it.

“No. I don’t. I just want to shower.”

I push the covers off and stand up in all my naked glory. “I’ll join you.”

“I was thinking of doing it by myself.”

“Hmm. All right. But you’re missing out. I give great back rubs. We can take a bath together, and I can show you.”

She still refuses to look at me.

“Gemma, are you … embarrassed?”

She jerks her head up, her eyes widening. “No! Of course not.”

“Then why are you acting shy all of a sudden?” She doesn’t respond. “It’s because you cried, isn’t it?”

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