Page 15 of Asylum
Four.
With every step he takes, I retreat quickly, a twisted dance of survival, a predator circling his prey. “Atlas, stop! You can’t sedate me. I won’t fucking let you!”
That was the wrong thing to say.
He growls, accepting my determination as a challenge. “Little doll, when will you learn? I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.”
My heart lurches in my chest. The man I’ve come to admire, the one I’ve developed feelings for is just as sadistic as my stepbrother. The realization freezes the breath in my lungs, my body going rigid. My vision dims in the corners, and my head spins, my mind on shuffle, looking for what I need to protect myself.
“Kill him.”The voice snarls, and whether it’s another consciousness or the devil on my shoulder, I’m in agreement with the bitch.
The doctor who’s supposed to help me, give me another chance at life, is a fucking lunatic. He knows I can’t handle sedatives. He’s witnessed what happens. He doesn’t care.
The slow simmer of rage barrels toward the surface, and there’s no stopping it now. Whether he sedates me or not, he has a fucking fight on his hands.
Bracing my feet apart, he stops in his tracks, tilting his head to the side. “There she is. My vengeful, little doll. You make me so fucking hard when you lose control.”
“Come play with me then, fucker.” I grin, moving behind his desk.
He chuckles darkly, moving to stand on the other side, directly in front of me.
Wrong move.
Before he realizes it, I’ve jerked the keyboard from the computer, slamming it into the side of his head. He curses, stumbling back as I jump on top of the oak desk, lunging for him. He hits the ground hard with me on top of him, and I laugh manically in his face. “You like getting your ass kicked by a little doll, fuckface?” Rearing back, I don’t give him the chance to respond before punching him square in the fucking throat.
He chokes, his coughing and gagging making me laugh harder. I don’t want his pretty face to feel left out, so I throw my fist into his nose, blood instantly gushing from his nostrils. I continue pummeling him over and over, my knuckles splitting open, our blood mingling together, creating a beautiful shade of crimson.
Glancing beside me, a stapler lies out of place on the floor, and the voice is a caress inside my mind.
“Staple his lips together so he can’t tell his pretty, little lies.”
As I reach for it, I feel a pinch in my thigh, and I scream bloody fucking murder. The burn is immediate as he fills my veins with the knockout poison. My head slowly turns, and I glare down at Atlas. His white teeth are a stark contrast to the blood covering his face, trickling from his mouth, down his chin.
“Checkmate, little doll.” His words are the last thing I hear before everything goes black.
Lifting my arms quickly, I catch Olivia before her pretty head bounces off of the hardwood floor.
I’ve been waiting for this moment.
To be the object of her rage is the greatest gift she could’ve given me.
I knew she was upset I hadn’t sent for her in a few days. The entire plan was orchestrated with the intent of seeing her in her finest, most furious glory. Once I knew my plan was successful, all I had to do was give her an extra push.
I had no intention of sedating her, but she didn’t need to know that part. The syringe was a prop to send her spiraling down the rabbit hole into madness. The only reason I sank the needle into her skin was because I knew she’d kill me if I didn’t stop her. I can’t allow either of us to stop breathing. Not yet.
There’s too much fun to be had.
Fuck.
Every time her fist connected with my face, I almost came in my pants. She lunged for me like a rabid fucking animal, and my cock strained to be inside her while she beat my face bloody. A grin tugs at my lips, knowing I could’ve overpowered her at any moment, if only I wanted to. She played right into my hand, the excitement I feel only surpassed by the warmth of her tight cunt.
She may not be up for that afterwards.
Everything played out beautifully, my little doll the perfect opponent. She acted exactly how I hoped, giving me what I need to proceed.
Dr. Halstead approved my request for the equipment I need without batting an eye. He never reads medical inquiries, blindly approving everything we ask for.
Evil bastard.