Page 22 of Dirty Little Psycho (Sinners Welcome #4)

TWENTY-TWO

KARLEY

It’s been a month since my father dragged me out of Slade Le Roux.

I don’t say that metaphorically. He literally dragged me out the front doors by my hair and threw me in the back of the car, then had his driver take us to another one of his facilities.

This is nothing new for me, he’s done this my whole life.

Never before have I ever fucked any of the patients until Slade Le Roux.

There was something about them that set me on fire and had my blood burning like an inferno that could only be put out by their touch.

I’ve been a shell.

Broken emotionally and almost mentally.

Unlike Slade Le Roux, I have been bound to this cell since I arrived. I haven’t seen the sky in thirty days. I’ve been allowed to shower five times, and my meals are served to me in here. I’ve had no contact with anyone. I think I’m starting to lose my mind because I’m even talking to myself.

“He has to let you out. When you get out, then you can start healing and you’ll have distractions so you will be able to stop thinking about them and how much your heart hurts.

” I nod to myself and smile. “Yes, that’s a great plan.

I can get lost in reading or knitting or something, so then I don’t think about them every second of every day and pray they will fucking rescue me from this hell. ”

My father hasn’t made contact since he brought me here. I couldn’t even look at him and I can barely stomach the thought of sharing DNA with him after knowing what he did to Draven’s sister. Tears prick the backs of my eyes and I fight to keep them at bay, I’ve cried enough these past few weeks.

Not for myself but for them.

They have suffered at the hands of my father for years.

They could have hurt me or killed me but they didn’t.

Well, they did hurt me but not intentionally.

Instead they made sure every night that I was attended to and had the most glorious fucking orgasms of my life.

They fed the demons inside me and had me wanting to embrace every diabolical kink I have ever had.

They may have been using me but I loved every depraved minute of it.

I tremble at the memories of how they turned my own body against me and had me prepared to sell my fucking soul to the devil if it meant I would get another taste of them.

I’m pulled from my thoughts when my cell door unlocks.

I brace myself for the unexpected. When I see the nurse who has been delivering my food three times a day I relax a little.

Normally she just opens the little window on the door and shoves my tray through.

“Follow me, please.” I debate arguing with her but the thought of finally being able to get the fuck out of here for a while has me leaping to my feet and rushing after her.

Unlike Slade Le Roux, the halls are clean and filled with chatter, the inmates here look better cared for and the staff treat them well.

That brings a small smile to my face. The nurse leads me to the bathrooms and I almost weep at the sight of the showers.

She smiles and hands me a towel, a pair of sweats and a fresh shirt.

I make quick work of stripping off and moving under the spray.

I sigh in relief at the feeling of the water washing away some of the sins of my past.

I use the shampoo and soap that is in the stall and take my time scrubbing every inch of my body.

I don’t know when the next time I will be allowed to shower, so I’m going to take my time and enjoy this and I do, until the fucking lights shut off.

I quickly finish rinsing the shampoo from my hair and shut the shower off.

I strain my hearing, listening for any sounds that someone is in here with me.

When I hear the distinct sound of footsteps, dread weaves its way through me.

As quietly as I can, I reach out through the shower curtain and try to grab my towel from the hook but I grip nothing but air.

Panic sets in and my breathing turns choppy.

At Slade Le Roux I knew what I was getting myself into, Draven explained the rules that first night, but here, I’m flying blind.

I take three calming breaths and lift my chin, I’m going to fake this shit until I make it because I won’t let this fucking place break me.

“Whoever the fuck you are, you better return my towel now and get the hell out before I scream,” I shout.

My words bounce off the walls and echo slightly.

I wait for a long while and when I hear nothing, I slowly draw the curtain back and gasp at the sight of the neon paint on the mirror.

I read the one word three times before it finally sinks in.

Run.

I take off like a bat out of hell for the exit, then pull the door open, expecting to see the nurse but the hallway that was just filled with people is now empty and dark.

I can only see a few feet in front of me.

Fear is choking me and trying to get me to submit but the demon inside me refuses to cower.

If this is one of my dad’s sick games, I won’t allow him the upper hand.

I tread carefully and slowly, I run my fingertips along the wall, using it to help guide me back toward the common area that I have to pass through to get to my room.

Goosebumps prick my skin and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when I enter the common area.

I feel eyes on me. I dart my eyes around but see nothing but blackness.

I know I’m not alone, and the fact I have nothing to defend myself with and I’m naked doesn’t bode well for me.

I pause in the center of the room, feeling a presence in front of me.

I feel another behind me and on my right.

I close my eyes and try to garner the strength I’ll need to fight my way out of this. Draven isn’t here to save me this time from being raped. His reaction makes sense now, why he killed that guy.

“If you want me, you’re gonna have to come get me, motherfuckers, because I won’t go down without a fight,” I scream.

“We’ll fuck the fight out of you and make you beg for more.” I gasp at the sound of his voice. Longing hits me in the chest, but then I remember how they left me and latch on to my anger.

“Fuck you,” I snarl.

“We plan to fuck you, psycho.” I close my eyes and fight the urge to go to him, he was my comfort and now he is the cause of my pain.

“I’ll never let you touch me,” I vow.

“Then you better run, baby, and not stop. When we catch you, we’ll make sure you remember who the fuck owns you,” their leader vows. I weigh my options. I can run from them and continue to deny my feelings or I can stand tall and demand the answers I need.

“Why are you here?”

I feel them close in on me and my body reacts, heat licks at my skin and my pussy pulses as if it knows its masters are here. “We’re taking you home,” Draven says.

I snort. “My dad isn’t going to let me escape?—”

“Your father is a patient at Slade Le Roux.” I gasp at Vaughn’s admission.

“What?” I slam my eyes closed when one of them presses against my back and the heat of their body sinks into me. Unable to fight the pull, I melt into him, while the other two press in until my naked body is cocooned in their warmth.

Hands cup my cheeks and force my head up. I can just make out the outline of his mask. “He’ll never hurt you or anyone else again, psycho. We made sure of that.” Vaughn’s words send a shiver down my spine.

“You left me,” I choke out.

“No, we knew he would send you away and we needed you somewhere safe while we took that bastard down. We were always coming back for you, baby. You belong to us,” Carter says with such conviction I believe him.

A whimper escapes me and I press back into Draven harder.

His arms wrap around my waist. “Don’t fight this, baby.

You want us as much as we want you. You own us, Karley.

Don’t deny us because we’ll never let you go.

We’ll hunt you until the end of fucking time and force you to choose us because there is no longer an us without you.

We love you.” Draven’s words begin to fill the void inside me and I choose not to fight.

I love them and now they have just proven that they are mine as much as I am theirs.

“Y-you love me?” I stutter.

All three of them chuckle. “Yeah, baby. I’ll spend eternity in hell if it means I get you for the rest of my life.” Carter’s words begin to mend my broken heart but I need to hear him admit his feelings.

Vaughn pulls me from Draven’s arms and crushes me against his chest. He grips my hair and forces my head back until I’m looking up at him.

“You have always been ours since the first night in Slade Le Roux. You own my black heart, psycho. You may do with it whatever the fuck you please so long as you allow me into yours.”

“I love you… all of you,” I choke out.

“Good girl, now show us how much you love us by running, because I need to chase you, baby, so I can fuck the devil back into you,” Draven growls.

Being loved by the devils is going to be tough, but I never said I liked it soft and sweet. I want it rough, hard and raw. Always fucking raw.