Page 40 of Lethal (Wellard Asylum #1)

“Take it,” my high-pitched voice demands forcefully.

“Make it right, little toy.” My hand moves in front of my face, holding the thin piece of metal up, and I lick my lips, clearing off the specks of the man’s blood, and groaning at the taste.

A shiver runs down my spine at the excitement clearly on my face.

There is no denying that I’m enjoying all of this.

“No one will know, no one but us, and we’re yours, your creatures, little toy. We will protect you.”

I watch with horror as I stand, my body shaking, and one of my hands begins to run over the skin of my thigh, caressing myself.

My legs part widely as my fingers meet my folds, and I touch myself.

A scream of pleasure escapes my lips as I pinch my clit over and over, the man’s blood marring my delicate skin.

“Delicious, I can’t wait to feast on you, my sweet, fragile doll.

” I moan and my head tilts backward, my eyes shut in enjoyment.

My head tips forward once more, and I catch the moment the man’s swelling eyes open just a slit.

I can barely hear what he says, but I watch as I fall down to my hands and knees, and crawl over to him, the metal shiv still clutched tightly in my fingers.

I spread my legs wide and use my empty hand to spread my asscheeks, before touching myself in my sphincter.

“What a naughty slut you are, Doctor. Look at how your puckered hole clenches, awaiting my cock to fill it up.” The distorted words leave my lips, and a sob rips from my chest. No, that didn’t happen like that, they were there, I was never alone, was I?

I try to close my eyes, not wanting to watch anymore, but Henry’s fingers yank on my lashes, forcing them to open once more.

On the screen, I widen my lips obscenely before uttering, “Fuck, yes, my pretty dolly, swallow me down. You were meant for me, meant for us.”

In my distracted state, the orderly attempts pitifully to crawl away from me, and toward the hidden doorway.

My head turns slightly, predatorily, and a grin crosses my lips.

“Excuse me, Doctor, I have to squash a bug. Bash, fuck her ass hard and make her scream, brother.” I stomp my feet over and over on the orderly’s hands, chest, and face with pure enjoyment.

Oh my god, what the hell have I done? This can’t be real, I. .. that can’t be me.

“Pay attention, Miss Vaughan, I do believe the best parts are about to happen.” Halstead’s voice tries to pull me out of the mirage I’m watching, but I’m too engaged.

My eyes follow the movements of my body on the screen, where I proceed to fuck myself, touching and bringing myself to orgasm, and all the while it appears an imaginary man or, in this case, men, are touching me.

Still, no one else besides the unconscious man and I are ever in the room.

My body writhes on the screen, and moans leave my lips, over and over again.

“I want you to get some joy from the man who almost took you away from us. You need to take back your power. You’re not weak.

You need to show him that.” My stomach flutters, both with ghastliness, and a sensation I’m terrified to name, but I can feel wetness coating my folds as I watch my depraved actions.

“So needy, our little slut. Look at how she squirms, brother,” my distorted voice utters.

A tear slips down my face, followed immediately by another, as the Cecelia on the screen is on her knees with her legs spread wide, forcing an unconscious man’s fingers inside of her pussy.

While she moans from the pleasure and depravity, as she begins to ride them like she would a cock.

“Bash! I don’t want to share with him. He’s a bad man.

He tried to take from us what is ours!” I scream, through the debauchery coursing through me.

“Please, stop this. I don’t want to see any more, please,” I beg Halstead.

“We are almost there, Miss Vaughan, so close to the moment when you became my creature, and no longer theirs.”

The version of me on the screen tightens her hold on the shiv, and plunges it over and over again into the orderly’s neck with rage.

The man releases a wet gurgle, as blood pours from his lips, and trails down his cheeks.

So much blood coats my face, arms, and chest, as I continue to ride his fingers until my orgasm rips through me, propelling my body to bow with a scream.

“That’s a good girl. I knew you were perfect for us, my porcelain doll, just perfect,” mumbles from my parted lips.

The screen suddenly goes blank, and Halstead steps away from me.

I don’t know whether to scream, beg, or thank him for not forcing me to watch any more of my insanity.

“As you can see, Miss Vaughan, it was always you. You killed that guard all alone, you defiled him as he lay broken, and dying. No one else was ever in the room. Everything you have done for months, while locked deep in your delusions, has all been your actions.”

Henry releases his hold on my face, and wretched sobs rip from deep inside of me.

Is it possible that Halstead is telling the truth?

Has it been me alone all this time, locked in some break from reality?

“Were they ever real or...” I can’t even finish my sentence, I’m terrified at what he’s going to tell me, but at the same time, I know I need to face this.

A bang at the back of the room catches my attention, my heart thunders painfully in my chest, and I dart my eyes in that direction, even though my head spins, and the darkness threatens to take me.

“We were always real, little toy,” a strong voice calls out to me from the shadows.