Page 36 of Asylum
“You little bitch!” He roars.
I’m tempted to let her go so she can finish him off, but that outcome is not favorable for us.
“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” She chants in a shrill voice, and I see what he’s about to do before he does it.
Dr. Halstead is a no-nonsense kind of man. While he enjoys torturing patients, he’ll dispose of them rather than deal with any minor inconveniences they may cause. He’s gotten away with it for years because no one ever comes looking for them. They’re abandoned, forgotten, never to be thought about again.
He grabs the scalpel from his desk, and in a move so fast I would’ve missed it if I blinked, he sinks the blade into Olivia’s stomach.
For some reason, her wound causes my chest to tighten, and when her knees buckle, I fall to the floor with her. Placing my hand on the side of her head, I protect it from hitting the floor. Immediately, I reach into my pocket, pulling out the syringe while Halstead is fuming, pacing back and forth like a rabid animal.
Popping off the cap, I plunge the needle into her skin, and within moments, her breathing slows to a rate so shallow, it looks as if she’s not breathing at all. The wound in her stomach is bleeding, but I’m certain he didn’t hit any major organs. The old bastard is blind as a bat, and lucky for Olivia, it doesn’t appear he hit anything vital. Slowly, I stand, ready to begin the second act.
“She’s dying,” I say, keeping my voice indifferent.
“No, she’s not. I didn’t hit any organs.” He argues.
“Her breathing is labored. Her pulse is too slow. She’s fading fast. You hit an organ, but I can’t tell which one with all the blood.” I lie, knowing I need to get her out of here. “What do you want me to do? Save her or get rid of her?”
He stands frozen, watching her chest before responding. “Damnit. She’s an issue, Stone. Get rid of her.”
I nod. “Consider it done.”
“Not a trace,” he snarls, running his hands down his face.
I ignore him as I bend down, scooping Olivia into my arms. He opens the door as I carry her from the office, and once I hear it close behind me, I grin.
Checkmate.
Only one thing left to do.
The drive home is quiet.
I expected Olivia to be awake by now, but I haven’t heard any banging from the trunk of my car.
My fingers tap against the steering wheel, my body buzzing with anticipation as I make the long journey to my home. Is this how children feel when they open presents on Christmas morning? I wouldn’t know. I didn’t care about any of that shit when I was younger. My interests were centered around dissecting animals and avoiding my apathetic parents.
Pulling into the driveway, I park the car and pop the trunk, revealing Olivia’s unconscious body as I round the back of the vehicle. I cleaned and stitched the wound in her abdomen inside my office before we left the asylum. She’s remained knocked out longer than I anticipated, the mental exhaustion and her injury finally taking its toll.
Scooping her into my arms, I take her inside the house, heading for the spare bedroom. She stirs in my hold, her warm breath caressing the side of my neck. My cock hardens, desperate to be inside her fragile, undernourished body.
Stay focused, Stone.
Carrying her into the room I’ve prepared, I lay her on the bed, carefully removing the blood-stained gown from her body. She’s truly beautiful with her red hair and pale skin, reminiscent of a sun goddess hidden away in the darkness for too long. My gaze travels her body, a groan slipping from my lips as I admire her nude form. Needing a distraction, I buckle the leather restraints around her wrists and ankles, leaving her spread eagle in the bed.
My cock aches at the sight of her, and I unbutton my pants, pushing them down my thighs, instant relief hitting me as my length springs free. My fingers wrap around my shaft, squeezing the base to ease the throbbing. Standing at the edge of the bed, I stare at her parted lips, stroking myself with a firm grip. My gaze travels down her body, and I pump myself harder, faster, the sensation almost too much by the time my eyes lock onto her pretty, pink cunt.
I think of how she felt around me, squeezing me, and my hand mimics the memories. My pleasure is building, but something is missing.I need more.
Kicking off my shoes, I rid myself of my pants and briefs, climbing onto the bed, straddling her face. Those dry, plump lips are begging to be stretched, and while she won’t be an activeparticipant in achieving my release, I know the simple feel of her around me will do the trick.
Gripping my cock, I slide it into her mouth, not stopping until the head hits the back of her throat. I suppress a groan as her warmth envelopes me, her limp tongue gliding along the underside of my shaft. Pulling out to the tip, I plunge back inside, harder, deeper. She whimpers but remains unconscious, and I continue abusing her slender throat, chasing the high only she can provide. After a few more pumps, my cock swells, and I abruptly pull out, painting her beautiful face with my cum. Pleasure rolls through my entire body, the force of it so powerful, I lunge forward, bracing myself on the headboard. It takes me a few moments to recover, and I grin as I look down at my little doll.
Bringing my hand to her cheek, I gather some cum with my fingers, running it through her hair. Once I’m satisfied, I rub the rest of it into her skin, spreading it across her face, down her neck, across her breasts. Her ghostly complexion shimmers, and I bend down, trailing my tongue across her lips.
Fucking delicious.
My cock jumps in response, hardening fully once again.