Page 27 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

“Fulfilling?”

“You aren’t immune to everything.”

I’m not going to deny that but fuck him and his psycho analyzing bullshit.

“Neither are you or your brothers, Baron.”

“Do explain.” His voice is closer, so I creep further back in the room. Well, I think it’s backward, but I could be heading to the front of the room for all I know.

“I’ll keep that to myself.”

“Now, now.” His voice is above me. I jump and sprint away. His hand takes a grab at me but misses since I chopped my hair.

“Missed,” I huff in laughter listening to his frustrated growl.

“Are you sure about that,” he asks, pulling me back by my arm and wrapping my hair in his fist. I can feel the roots starting to tug out one by one in his tight grip.

“Fuck you,” I pant while stepping on his foot and ramming my elbow into his side. Baron releases my hair and I take off again.

I put my hands on the cold wall and take a second to catch my breath. There are two loud slaps mixed with a thud on either side of my head.

He caged me in again but what was the thud?

I slowly turn with my palms up and out to feel in front of me.

The man towers over me so my hands land on his upper torso.

His right hand that was on the wall is now slowly tracing the curve of my spine.

My blood starts to boil and goes straight to my core adding to the unbearable ache.

It only increases when I feel a tip of cold steel push up my chin.

He had a fucking knife?

That must have been the thud.

“Baron,” I sound breathless.

“Enough running.” The tip of the knife skates down my chin, to my neck, then moves to glide along my collar bone, collecting the strap of my bralette pushing it over my shoulder before it’s removed from my skin.

Swiftly he spins me around and pins my hands above my head. His front is pressing to my back.

“Do. Not. Move. I don’t want to fuck this up. You can scream, curse me, and cry but do not move.” His front leaves my back but his hand restraining mine tightens. His other hand grabs my hip and pulls me so that I am at a slight angle.

“Baron.”

“Keep your hands on the wall and arch your back. Then hold that position.” He lets go and I go to move my hand, but he slaps my ass so hard my legs almost give out. “Don’t fucking move.”

I hang my head and clench my fist to restrain myself from turning around and punching him. Whatever he has planned is going to happen one way or the other, so I choose to comply for now.

So much for not giving in?

This is how it starts and soon you’ll be crawling on your knees begging them to use your throat as a daycare drop off.

I stare at the ground, trying to ignore the voices. Suddenly there is a light that illuminates my feet. I cock my head in curiosity when I feel him grab my hip painfully and the cold steel touches my skin. The next thing I know is the burning feeling erupting from where the knife was.

“Baron,” I scream in pain.

“Hold fucking still,” he mumbles around something. I am assuming he is holding the flashlight in his mouth. I steel my body and try to pretend I am anywhere else then in this concrete prison with him carving into my skin.

My mind goes back to the night at the cabin with Shadow.

3 years ago

“Run beautiful,” He laughs as we stand in the middle of the woods.

He did ask me what my ultimate fantasy was and I refused to tell him for the first few weeks after the sex club. Then I finally caved because he said he would make it a reality and with that I couldn’t say no.

Don’t judge me but of course I want to be chased through the woods by a masked man just to be caught and dragged away for him to do as he pleases. He sent me a pin drop location tonight and here I am.

He is true to his word because when he finally comes out from the shadows, he is dressed in a black long sleeve shirt, black pants, and the ghost face mask.

Holding an insane looking knife in one hand and rope in the other.

If this was an actual horror situation, I would say fear would probably be the strongest emotion and I would fight not run.

This though, is one of the hottest things I have ever done, so I run.

I make my way through the trees and bushes, running in a dress isn’t ideal but at least I wore appropriate shoes so I’ll take the W.

I only get tripped up once but I still manage to keep my balance.

The cabin is in sight and I duck behind a tree to catch my breath.

This fantasy was not created for the out of shape, because I’m pretty sure everyone and their mother can hear my erratic breathing.

I look around but I don’t see him anywhere.

A twig brakes to my right and I dart off again. I don’t get too far before I am being hoisted off the ground and thrown over his shoulder.

“Put me down you damn caveman,” I shout pounding on his back.

“Hit me all you want baby,” he laughs. “It’s just foreplay to me.”

I stop pounding and just stare at his back bewildered.

Some things he has said over the past month have caught me off guard.

Like the first night when he said, “better than I imagined” and about a week ago when he spoke thinking I was asleep “no matter how they described you, it will never come close to the real thing” had me reeling.

“Hey!” He slaps my ass. “Get out of your head.”

“I am out of my head. I am letting you carry me like this when I should be kicking your ass.”

“Is that so,” he questions, putting me down right before the first step to the cabin.

“Yes,” I grin, kicking him square in the balls then booking it up the stairs and into the cabin. I slam and lock the door. I am not sure how long it will take him to recover and surely he will make me pay for that. I am almost excited for that punishment. ALMOST.

I don’t hear any movement outside, so I take that as my cue to go hide. Going into the kitchen to grab something to defend myself with, I notice the back door is wide open.

Well fuck!

“Oh, Little Monster ,” he sing-songs from the hallway behind me.

“Guess I should’ve kicked harder but my foot just couldn’t reach your micro-” Before I can finish my untrue insult, the knife whizzes by my head and drives into the wood door frame.

“I suggest you don’t finish that sentence.”

“Oh, is the big scary psycho killer sad that he isn’t ...” I run my eyes down his body pausing to look at the clear bulge in his pants and click my tongue, “equipped to actually pleasure a woman?”

“Thin ice,” he warns.

“How thin are we talking,” I ask, backing further into the kitchen. “I do love the cold so do I need to dance before I fall, or can I just jump?”

“You better pray I don’t get my hands on you.”

“Catch me if you can, psycho killer,” I laugh as I book it towards the opposite hall.

He tries to grab me but I slide across the floor and head upstairs.

I push on the door to the left as I get to the landing, but it’s locked.

“Animals” the Ice Nine Kills version starts to play, and my heart rate goes through the roof.

I run to the next, but it’s locked as well.

My only warning that he has made it up here is him singing to the lyrics.

He does actually have a good voice. But when he gets into this type of character it’s more terrifying than entertaining.

“Fuck,” I whisper trying the second to last door.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the last door is unlocked but I dive in slamming it shut and locking it. I scan the room and see there is no place to hide, but there is a bathroom. I run into the dark room, quietly shutting the door behind me.

“Fuck me sideways,” I heave resting my forehead on the door.

“Gladly,” he whispers in my ear. “But first you will pay for that comment.”

He yanks me from the door and pushes me through the one that goes into the adjoining room that was locked.

Cheater.

He bends me over the bed and presses on my back to keep me down. I feel the knife slowly run down my spine and over my ass, stopping at the bottom of my dress. When he is confident I won’t move he removes his hand, only to lift up my dress and let it fall around my waist.

“You were told,” he tuts, sliding the knife underneath the side of my underwear. “No panties and yet you still didn’t listen.”

He moves the blade to the side and in one move rips through the fabric. He does the same on the other side. The cold air dances across my wet opening.

“A or B, Little Monster ?”

“What?”

“A or B?”

“C,” I say, which gets me a sharp slap to the ass.

“Choose before I do.”

“C.”

“I’ll enjoy this.”

He delivers two sharp slaps to my pussy and one to my ass.

Then inserts two fingers and roughly fucks me.

My hips start to match his rhythm and the pleasure starts to build.

I have to bury my face in the comforter to keep myself from moaning.

His hand fists into my hair and yanks my head up.

To keep my balance, I have to hold myself up on my palms. I am about to plummet over the edge but he removes his fingers and slaps my cunt again. I want to cry from the loss.

“Suck,” he orders, placing his fingers covered in my arousal on my lips.

I open my mouth and he inserts them. Closing my lips around the wet digits, I moan as I suck them clean.

An animalistic rumble comes from his chest as he pops his fingers free and releases my hair.

He ties a blindfold around my eyes before he flips me to my side and pulls me to where my hip is resting on the edge of the bed.

Grabbing my ankle he rests it on his shoulder, the other leg is completely hanging off. Almost like I am doing the splits.

“I’m curious does this count as fucking you sideways,” he laughs as he thrusts in.

“Now you have the proof you’re fucking mine.” Baron’s deep growl brings me crashing back into the present.

My back is on fire and I realize I am silently crying. He releases me and I drop to my knees. The man moves so goddamn fast that he is already banging on the door.

“Her time in solitary is up. Get her to medical and then put her in her room,” he barks once the door creaks open.

A set of familiar footsteps come to a stop behind me. He places his hands underneath my arms and lifts me to my feet.

“You did good, Little Devil,” Gunner talks into my hair as he caresses the skin around the carving. “Now let’s get you fixed up.”

“I’ll see you for your session tomorrow,” Baron states as we walk down the hall. Once we are a safe distance away, I flip him my favorite middle finger.

“In time,” he responds before we turn the corner.