Page 9 of Ravage (The Wellard Asylum #6)

I watched Sloane’s fleeing form as she ran from the kitchen, her holy shirt flapping behind her, and the sound of her feet padding quickly down the hallway until her bedroom door slams. When she walked into the kitchen dressed in that horrendous outfit, I nearly burst a blood vessel with the incessant need to fix her.

No girl of mine will be seen in ratty clothing like that.

I let out a scoff before turning around to finish washing the dishes.

Irritation rises in me with the lack of respect she gave me this evening.

Refusing to eat what I provided as well as not even sparing me a glance when she rushed from the room.

My hands clench the soapy sponge, rubbing it against the dirty plate while I contemplate what to do.

I was disgusted when she wanted Kraft Mac I’d be all that she could think about and all she could taste .

A slow smile spreads across my face as I finish up the dishes, my plan slotting itself into place, and my cock eager for release

I pad down the hallway towards Sloane’s room, leaning my ear up against the door, listening for any kind of movement beyond, and come back with nothing.

Slowly I pick the lock, cracking the door open a smidge to check that she’s sleeping soundly in her bed.

Her chest moves slowly with her steady breathing, and she’s once again splayed out on the bed like last night.

She ditched the shorts from earlier sleeping in only a pair of small pink panties that barely leave anything to desire, and her holy shirt rucked up under her breasts.

Silent steps take me to her desk, where I swipe up her laptop and head straight to her browser history, shaking my head when I see that she hasn’t ever cleared it.

Scrolling down I find her last opened page, my brows furrowing when I see what it is.

Clicking on it brings up the psych forum she was in, asking several different questions, looking for answers she shouldn’t have been looking for in the first place.

The more I read, the more my anger rises in my chest, and my hands clench around the laptop, the plastic creaking from the force.

Closing the laptop, I set it soundlessly back onto her desk and swing my head towards Sloane, blissfully unaware of the building anger in my chest. I stalk towards the side of the bed, gazing down at her motionless form.

Hands clenched at my side, itching to wrap around her delicate throat and feel her take her last breath.

Silent fingers drift down, swiping along the column of her thin neck.

Her pulse bumps softly under my fingertips like a hummingbird's wings. She’s lost in her slumber, afloat in her dream world, completely unaware of the danger lurking beside her.

Fingers wrapping lightly around her throat, causing her breath to hitch at the pressure, but she still sleeps all the same.

My hand falls from her throat, fingers reaching to run through her silky tresses that are splayed around her like a halo.

She's absolutely perfect when she's sleeping; quiet and ready for me to do whatever I want with her. I slide my phone from my pocket, eager to capture her in her eternal perfection. Sloane sleeps soundlessly as I snap photo after photo of her from different angles. The last one contains my hand lying loosely around her neck. When my thumb starts to ache from all the photos I’ve taken, I decide that it’s time to quit.

Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I walk over to her bathroom, checking back just to make sure she’s still snoozing away.

I close the door softly behind me before flipping on the light.

The sudden burst of brightness burns my eyes, making my vision blur temporarily.

I pull a pad of sticky notes from my pocket and a pen that I grabbed on my way to her room.

Thinking for a moment before smirking and scrawling the words floating through my head onto the paper.

I know what your pulse feels like when you’re lost in your dreams, oblivious to the dangers lurking in the dark. You’re the most perfect obsession I’ve ever had.

I smile down at the words scratched along the pale yellow paper before peeling it off and placing it on the mirror before me.

Laying my hand down on the glass next to it, I leave a very distinct handprint behind.

I reach for the light switch to plunge myself back into darkness, but something in my peripheral vision distracts me.

A stack of clothes sits on the corner of the counter, folded haphazardly, making my fingers twitch.

My fingers reach for the clothing on their own accord, picking up the shirt to refold it, but the ugly brown shirt is so offensive I crumble it into a ball instead.

Picking up the jeans, that aren’t much better, there are holes carved into each knee like a scarful memory of how they got there.

I drop the garments and clutch the edge of the counter, staring at the clothing I wish I could destroy.

A slow smile spreads across my lips as I pick up the shirt again and rip it right down the center like it’s a piece of paper.

Next, I grab the jeans on both sides of the holey knees and rip, completely shredding the fabric.

A light chuckle escapes my lips while I drop the destroyed clothing back onto the counter before flipping the light off and moving back into the bedroom.

I head straight to her dresser, rooting through it to find a much better outfit for her to wear.

I find a floral tunic and a pair of simple black leggings; I fold them neatly, then return to the bathroom to place them where the previous pair was.

Before exiting the bathroom, I hit something soft with my foot.

Leaning down, I pick it up and bring it closer to my face to inspect, and what I hold in my hands is what I've decided to call a gift.

Sloane left a pair of her dirty panties on the floor just for me, maybe as payment for fixing her wardrobe malfunction.

I bury my nose in the silky fabric, and her scent invades my senses, musky and sweet all at once, the scent going straight to my cock.

I grip them tight in my hands and look over at the sleeping girl sprawled in her bed, completely unaware of the obsession that continues to fester inside me.

I slip out of her bedroom like a ghost into the night as I head back to my own room.

The ear-piercing scream from the frail blonde strapped down to the table ricochets off the concrete walls, making my cock swell in my scrubs.

Dr. Halstead invited me to oversee the new treatment he came up with for Nymphomania .

I was skeptical at first, but when he laid out every detail, and the science all added up, it was a no-brainer in my opinion.

Kind of harsh, but sounds pretty effective.

He mainly wanted to show me the care process so that none of the other nurses would screw it up, but I asked to see the entire thing, because why not?

The woman's back arches up off the table as Dr. Halstead makes the last cut with his scalpel, holding his prize up to the light to inspect.

The woman's red and angry clit dangles from a pair of forceps, dripping blood down onto her abdomen.

It truly is a beautiful sight, the red splotches artfully scattered across her naked skin while it trembles with fear.

Her sobs go right to my dick and I let out a low groan, catching the doctor's attention.

He looks over at me with a sadistic smile and waves me to come closer.

“Now do you understand? She won’t be thinking with this little nub anymore and will keep her legs closed now.

Won’t you, Sadie?” He clucks his tongue at her before reaching over and dropping her mangled piece of flesh into the biohazard bin.

The girl is in hysterics when he picks up a needle and thread to close the jagged flesh up.

I reach down and adjust my erection in my pants, watching the needle pierce through each layer of her skin and muscle, effectively stopping the bleeding.

When Dr. Halstead is done, he tosses the needle and remaining thread, giving me a smile full of enthusiasm.

“Well, you might as well have some fun before I send Karen in to clean her up.” He wags his brows at me which has my own hitching in confusion.

“I thought you wanted me to clean her up?” I ask with skepticism.

“Oh God no!” He lets out a deep chuckle before continuing, “I just invited you in here for the show. Enjoy her while you can.” With those final words, he walks out the door without a second glance, leaving me alone in the room with the helpless woman.

“P-p-please…” Her words come out choppy as she sobs and trembles.

“Please what? Sew it back on? Sorry, but it doesn’t work that way, sweetheart.

” I lean over and pat the top of her head, running my fingers through her sweaty hair before trailing them down her slick body.

My fingers glide through the blood splattered on her abdomen like it’s the finest wine.

“So beautiful…” I say as I lift my blood-coated fingers up to the light, watching as they shine like rubies in the bright light.

The woman looks at me in horror, contrasting with the euphoria on my own face.

I waste no more time admiring the blood splatter while I leap up onto the table between her spread legs.

Tugging my scrubs down, I pull out my hard cock, which bounces up against my abs.

“N-no p-p-please no!” Her sobs intensify, if that’s even possible.

“Why not? Shouldn’t we test to see if the treatment worked properly?

” I tilt my head down at her and reach into my pocket for the black silk panties Sloane left in her room.

Pushing them to my nose, I inhale her perfectly unique scent as my other hand tugs on my cock.

The woman beneath me is shaking so bad that the table beneath us is rocking, and I haven’t even started yet.

“Be a dear and hold on to these for me, yeah?” I lean down and stuff the panties into her gaping mouth to quiet her cries as I push into her pussy to the hilt.

The blood from her incision eases my way, and the euphoric feeling goes straight to my balls.

As her sobs rock her body, adding to the intensity of the feeling, her walls squeezing me like a vise, trying to push me out.

I thrust into her like a madman, imagining that it’s Sloane’s weeping face beneath me.

Her big brown eyes are full of tears; they slide down her rosy cheeks as her lips part in terror and lust. I know she’d love it just as much as she hates it, and with that last thought I’m coming into Sadie’s pussy with a deep groan, her muffled scream breaking me from my delicious illusion.

I stay there for a moment, buried deep into her warm pussy while I catch my breath before reaching up and grabbing the panties from her mouth. “You’re disgusting!” She seethes at me, her eyes full of anger as she spits up at me and misses by several inches.

My cock slides out of her used-up cunt, a chuckle breaking free from my chest while I hop down from the table.

I use Sloane’s panties to clean up the blood and come from my dick before tucking them both back into my scrubs.

“Well, Sadie, looks like Dr. Halstead did a stand-up job on your treatment. You take care now!” I give her a smile and a wave as I walk out the door just as the female nurse enters with the first aid supplies.