Page 32 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

“Don’t worry too much about Vaughn, he’s a vicious prick but Nik is a hot head and unstable.

They are more physical than anything. Vaughn will take what you aren’t willing to give and break every bone in your body while doing it.

You already have seen what he did to Annie.

Push him but tread that line lightly. And just stay out of Nik’s orbit especially when he is with Baron. ”

“How do you know all this?”

“Like I said, that is a conversation for a later date. Please get some rest, I am not sure what they’ll come up with.”

“Fine,” I grumble, getting under the grey duvet.

“Oh, take it easy on Shadow. Not being able to be with you or being able to save you from what is about to happen is killing him.”

“Well, he shouldn’t have left me to be a guard dog for these douche canoes,” I huff, rolling towards the white wall. “Goodnight, Baby Face.”

“It wasn’t an easy choice for either of us,” Eagle whispers. “Good night Baby Girl.”

3 years ago

I stand in the same mini dress I wore the first night, as he requested. In this dark almost Gothic plantation house, the only light on is the chandelier dangling above me. The darkness surrounds me and I can’t see beyond what the light hits. I reread our last text thread.

Me: Have you ever had a threesome?

Unknown: I already don’t like where this conversation is going.

Me: Just answer the question mystery man.

Unknown: Yes.

Me: A devil’s three-way or like with two girls?

Unknown: Little monster what are you getting at?

Me: Again just answer the question.

Unknown: Both.

Me: I want a devil’s three-way. I was reading this book and it sounds like fun.

Unknown: I am not sharing you.

Me: Well, I guess I can go back to that club and find two random guys. The month is half way over. I can wait. What’s that website again?

Unknown: You will not be doing that. Try it and I will have your ass blacklisted so fast.

Me: So, craigslist it is? *tongue out emoji*

Unknown: Meet me here tonight and I will give you what you want.

Me: Deal.

Unknown: Wear the dress from our first night…

Me: I’ll consider it. See you tonight.

Unknown: Alley, do it or else.

Me: Speaking of the first night, how is it that you knew my name?

He read it but never responded. I didn’t bombard him with any more texts and just waited for tonight. I should’ve let him know I was here but I was too excited to see what he had planned.

I took a shot in the dark on this fantasy but he agreed…

I think. I mean he never said he would do it.

The more I stare at my phone, the more nervous I get.

I start to bounce on my toes to expel the energy but nothing is helping.

A noise to my left nearly has me jumping out of my skin.

A man slowly appears wearing a masquerade devil mask. I start to drag my feet backwards.

“Mystery Man,” I ask, trying to sound calm.

His response is a dark chuckle while shaking his head.

His dark hair is long on top but appears to be shaved on the sides, causing it to go forward covering a portion of his face.

He has perfectly tousled hair. The emo inside me is so jealous of his hair.

I have to color it to get that dark. Not to mention the amount of styling I would have to do for it to wave like that.

“Who are you?” My voice comes out a little higher pitched than I would like.

He tilts his head and inches closer. Almost as if he is mocking my attempt to get away from him, like when Pennywise mocks the kid with the broken arm and asthma.

My back clashes into something solid and before I let out a scream, a hand covers my mouth.

“Shh Little Monster ,” he whispers in my ear. “Breathe okay. My friend in front of you has a little bit of a fucked sense of humor.”

“You think,” I mumble into his hand.

“I am going to release you okay,” he says. I just nod until his hand falls as he pushes his front flush with my back.

“I’ll admit you have serial killer energy there buddy.” I try to laugh about it, but the devil just tilts his head to the other side. His smile grows wider though.

Mystery moves his hands up my inner thighs, under my dress, and over my lace underwear stopping on the waistband.

He starts running it back and forth teasingly.

“This is how this is going to go. You have 5 minutes to run and hide from us before we come for you. Once we find you, we get to decide how we share you, understood?”

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly as he dips his hand underneath and traces my slit. My arousal is already evident.

“Such a good girl,” he purrs in my ear. “One more thing.” He trails off and removes his hand from my underwear. He grabs the hem of my dress and rips it off while pushing me towards the dark hallway.

“Are you fucking serious,” I gasp covering myself. The devil mask lets out a low whistle of approval making my insides flip.

“Run,” Mystery snaps.

“Give me back my dress,” I demand, holding out my hand. “I am not running through this house half naked.”

The devil jumps in front of me. I let out a yelp and run for dear life through the dark.

Their evil laughter seems to follow me as I start to move quietly through the halls and navigate in the dark.

I tried a light switch that my hand landed on, but nothing happened when I flipped it.

I hit a banister eventually, holding onto it so I can keep myself balanced, I kick off my high heels.

I hope one of you trips on it!

“Ready or not,” one of them cheerfully yells. “Here we come.”

I start to tip toe up the stairs, when “Somewhere Beyond The Sea” By Bobby Darin starts to play through the house. That’s when I say fuck it and start running.

It is stupidly creepy and giving Straw Dog vibes. As I reach the top step someone tackles me. I throw my elbow back hitting flesh and plastic.

“Fuck,” Mystery grunts as he rolls off me.

I book it further down the hall, while I try to push open the doors on each side.

I hear his footsteps, but they aren’t rushing.

It’s almost as if he is out for a stroll- calm and quiet.

Where I am moving like a damn pinball pushing each door on either side, not to mention I am trying to catch my breath in the process.

I try the last door in the hallway and it doesn’t even budge.

I press my forehead against the wood and try to slow my heart rate.

This almost feels too much. I can hear his steady footsteps.

I would say he is about two feet behind me.

“Are you done running, Little Monster ?”

“Get fucked,” I shout, sprinting down the next hallway.

“We’ll get to that soon, baby,” He shouts after me. The amusement in his voice was more than apparent.

The hall feels as if it goes for miles, but a spark of light catches my eye. At the very end of the hall there is a beam of light coming from the bottom of the door. I know I shouldn’t head towards it but I don’t have much of a choice.

“How wet are you, baby?” His hot breath caresses my skin and that is the only push I need to run for the door. I shove it open and run face first into the devil mask who is shirtless, knocking me on my ass. I hit the floor with a loud thud.

How the fuck did he get up here so fast? I should’ve seen him, right?

I eye the man from toe to head. He is in jeans that are definitely form fitting just like those Levi commercials.

The bulge is beyond noticeable, not just because of the tight jeans.

I gulp imagining what it looks like, but I keep my gaze going up.

The top of his jeans are unbuttoned, exposing the band of his deep blue boxer briefs.

His dark happy trail disappears under the band, but they sit low enough to expose most of the defined V.

He isn’t gym bro built but still ultimately lickable.

This man has more hair on his torso and chest than what I’ve felt on my mystery man.

The hair lightly covers his two tattoos on each peck and the one going across his chest under his collar bone.

I couldn’t tell what they are or what they say from this angle.

His muscled arms make me drool, especially with the half sleeves covering both of his forearms. My eyes reach his and fuck me.

He is the emo girl inside of me’s definition of a wet dream.

To round out the look is a sinister smirk, barely revealing straight white teeth.

He slinks down into a crouch and offers his hand out to me. I grab it and he pulls me to my feet. I push him back , shut the door, and quickly lock it. Mystery man tries the knob but it doesn’t budge, so he bangs on the door.

“Ocupado,” I laugh. “Try the room down the hall.”

“Open this fucking door,” he demands.

“No can do. Try again later,” I shout, turning to the half-naked man. He is now fully smiling and shaking his head.

“Alley, if you don’t...”

“Hush, the adults are talking,” Devil commands, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Hi,” I whisper, staring at his masked face.

“Hey Baby Girl,” he whispers against my lips.

“Either one of you opens this door or I will break it down!”

“Hold that thought,” I blush, biting my lip, as I turn to the door. “You stripped my dress and made me run through this cold creepy mansion. Actions have consequences, buttercup.”

“He’s going to kill us both.” Devil presses his back to my front. “Want to fuck with him more?”

“Always,” I feel like my grin is going from ear to ear.

He flips me around and grabs right under my ass, lifts me up and pins me between his body and the door.

I let out a loud gasp and wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes my hair away from my neck just to plant open mouth kisses up my neck to behind my ear.

Once he gets to the spot behind it he bites down.

I let out a loud groan and start to whimper when he licks it to ease the sting.

“Mother fucker.” I hear a grunt from the other side of the door.