Page 39 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

P hoenyxx

More useless time goes by. I lay in this so-called bed, trying to figure out how long we’ve been in here. This SECRET hospital. There's no windows or clocks, and the nurses won’t tell us shit. “Synn, how long have we been here?”

He stirs in his bed, rolling to his side to look at me. He's as weak as I am, which is a bit terrifying to see this man I’m so scared of barely able to walk. “I don’t know, Pazessca. I think maybe a day, at least.”

We can’t even tell by the meals brought to us. There are no set breakfast, lunch, or dinner foods. “We’ve got to figure it out. The others are going to be freaking out.”

He starts to respond, when a WAY too cheerful nurse who I’ve never seen before comes in, pushing an empty wheelchair.

“Hello, hello, young people! It's time for treatment!” she singsongs, with a wide smile on her plump face. I place her in her 40s or 50s, with short, brown hair, and the typical nurse’s uniform they all have.

“Treatment?” I ask, confusion etched onto my face. “For what?”

She tsks, with that stupid smile still on her face. “To get you all better, of course! Come now, Miss Solomon!” She gestures towards the wheelchair.

“Wait a damn minute! She isn’t going anywhere without me!” Synn calls, his voice tight with anger.

“Your turn is coming up, Mr. Franco!”

He gets himself up and out of bed, jerkily rising to his full height. “I SAID not without me!”

“Oh dear!” she sighs, pulling a walkie-talkie off her belt. “I need assistance for patients eleven and twelve, please!”

Before we can react, several large, muscular orderlies emerge, crowding the small area. One comes over to me, grabbing me by the elbow, pulling me upright. “Ow!” I yell, “I’m hooked up to machines, you fucktard!”

His brows furrow, and he pulls a large syringe from his pocket. “Easy or hard way, patient eleven...”

I gulp, not wanting more drugs pumped into my system.

I slowly climb out of the bed, steadying myself on the corner so I don’t fall.

The asshole orderly disconnects me from the machines.

Synn jumps over, walking me to the wheelchair, and lowering me down into it.

“Synn? Don't let them take me!” My eyes well with tears. I’m scared out of my mind.

I am sitting here clad in just my bra and panties.

Synn is in his boxer briefs too. No gowns, no clothes.

“Pazessca...” He caresses my cheek. “I’ll be right here when you come back.” He shoots a glare towards the staff. “And she WILL be coming back!”

The nurse shakes her head. “Of course she’s coming back. No need to worry!”

I feel an anxiety attack approaching, as one of the huge orderlies turns me around, wheeling me outside of the room.

The farthest I’ve seen is the bathroom next to our room.

I look around at all the sterile white. A long hallway, with more curtained rooms. He wheels me to the end of the hall, going right.

There is a set of elevators ahead. He moves forward to push the down button, waiting for the elevator to open.

After a second, the doors open, and he wheels me in. My stomach drops as we descend, not used to the weird sensation. “Where are you taking me?”

He doesn’t respond, just waits for the door to open. When it does, we go forward into a short, darker hallway. There are actual doors here. It feels ominous...making my anxiety spike more.

We go straight ahead, entering a tiny room with a ton of equipment.

A small chair sits in the center, with a metal surgical table next to it, two metal prong-looking instruments, and a circular item with what looks like a headband on it.

There's a machine with a screen next to it.

I also see another machine with leads hooked to it.

He pulls me roughly from the wheelchair, shoving me down into the chair. Before I can get my bearings, two thick straps are pulled up from the sides, and my arms are strapped down again. I struggle, but there's no way I'm getting free, especially with how weak I am.

“The doctor will be here shortly,” he bites out, then turns to leave. The chipper nurse stays behind. I stare at everything wide-eyed, shaking with fear. The door opens, and the same doctor from before steps in.

“Miss Solomon,” he greets. “This will be your first treatment. There are several more scheduled.” He nods towards the contraption next to me. “That will go around your head. You'll be hooked up to a heart monitor as well. It won’t be painful.”

“WHAT?” I shriek. He just steps forward, wraps the odd device around my head, picks up the metal prongs, and holds one to my temple on each side of my head. The tears escape, true fear consuming me. “Please don’t do this!”

He tuts, pulling the heart monitor over. He connects a bunch of leads to my chest, stomach, back, and thighs.

He sets it up and nods when he’s satisfied it’s working. “Now then. You won’t feel more than a bit of pressure on your head. It will be over soon, then you can go rest.”

He nods to the nurse, who pushes some buttons, tapping away at the screen. I jump when I feel pulses of electricity zap into my head. It HURTS! She just taps more, and the intensity goes up. I open my mouth to scream, but I just fall through the floor of consciousness.

Synn

Where the fuck did they take her? I will kill them all if they hurt her! My thoughts just get more frantic, my OCD is on a full bender. I have never felt so helpless in my life! I don’t know why I care about her, my Pazessca. But right now, she’s a storm consuming me.

A noise outside the curtain snaps my head around.

I'm on my feet, as steady as I can be. The sound of wheels on tile stops outside my room, the curtain being pushed aside, by the same big-ass orderly who wheeled her out.

My eyes shoot down, seeing Phoenyxx sitting sideways, her head on her chest. Her eyes are open, but vacant.

I lunge forward, gripping the orderly by his shirt. “What the FUCK did you do to her?” I roar, rage lighting my whole body up.

He easily pushes me back, breaking out a freaking taser. “Get BACK, patient twelve!”

I am stuck watching helplessly as he pushes her over to her bed.

He grabs her legs, shifting them sideways.

He grabs her arms next, dragging her onto the mattress.

Once she hits it, her body jerks a few times.

I glare lasers at the orderly, jumping in beside her.

I wrap my arms around her, whispering in her ear.

“I’ve got you, baby girl. You're safe with me.” She doesn’t move or respond at all.

Just stares at the wall. “I want to speak to the doctor. Now!” I grit out.

He just laughs. “She had a treatment. She'll be fine. Just let her rest.” I open my mouth to speak again, but he just says, “Your turn soon, patient twelve,” before abruptly leaving the room.

I direct my attention to Pazessca. I kiss her face, rubbing soothing circles on her bare skin. “Please say something,” I beg. She lets out a soft moan, tears streaking down her cheeks. I choke on my own emotions, not used to feeling anything like this. This need to protect.

She stirs a bit but still doesn’t talk. I lay there with her, waiting for her to come around. After a few minutes of listening to her heartbeat, her head moves towards me. “Synn,” she barely whispers. “Help me.”

“I have you, let whatever it is wear off. I will not leave you.” She shakes in my arms, and I just hold her close. I hope to hell she rouses before they come for me.

Unfortunately, luck is not on my side. Again. The fucker comes back, with another empty wheelchair. Two more burly orderlies flank him. “Mr. Franco, it’s time for your treatment. Get in the chair.”

I look at Pazessca, her eyes widening. “I’ll be fine,” I whisper in her ear. “Rest until they bring me back.”

I stand, shooting death glares at them. As soon as my ass hits the seat, they are wheeling me out.

We go down a long hallway and into an elevator. They block the buttons, so I can’t even see where we’re going. After a moment, the doors whoosh open. I'm wheeled into a room with a door. As soon as I see the chair in the middle of the room, I know EXACTLY what this treatment is.

“Oh, HELL NO!” I yell, jumping out of the chair. “Fuck all the way off! You are not shocking me, motherfuckers!”

The lead orderly just steps forward, tasing me.

I hit the hard floor, convulsing in agony.

They pick me up and place me in the chair, and then strap me down.

Putting the headband-thing on my head, they nod towards the doctor, who steps up, placing the prongs on my head.

The nurse is off to the side, in front of a big screen.

I am helpless to stop what comes next. The nurse taps away, the first jolt of electricity zapping into my brain.

And holy FUCK it hurts! The pain is so all-consuming, I can’t breathe.

I don’t even get a second before a stronger jolt burns through me.

I convulse violently, drool falling from my lips.

“One more,” the nurse suggests to the doctor. “He’s big and aggressive.”

The doctor seems to hesitate for a moment, but she just taps again, and this time, the jolt takes me all the way out. I feel piss soaking my boxers before it’s lights out.

Phoenyxx

“Synn? SYNN! Wake up!” I hysterically yell. He's out cold. They actually brought him back covered in piss! I pretended to still be out of it until they left. Now, though, he needs to wake up!

“Please, Synn, I need you,” I plead. Having no fucks at this point, I lean in and kiss him softly. “Synn,” I whisper, leaning in again to capture his lips, my hands trailing down his firm, flawless six-pack.

He startles awake, groaning into my mouth. He instantly realizes what’s going on and growls. His tongue plunges into my mouth, and her reaches up to grab my sides. He flips me onto my back, grinding his massive erection into my barely-covered core.

“No, not now...Not...here...” I gasp out, pushing him away. He sneers but backs up to let me up. “Are you okay? I was so worried!”

“I feel like I was hit by a fucking truck, but I'm here with you. What about you? You looked bad when they brought you back in.”

“I feel the same. I faked being passed out still. I have an idea...” I spout excitedly.

“Go on...”

“They think we’re both out cold right now. We need to try to get out of here while we have a chance.”

“You sure, Pazessca? If we get caught...it could get bad.”

“Yes, I’m sure! Quick, remove your IV lines.

” I move back to my bed, rolling the stupid pole with me.

I stand and turn, unhooking all of the leads that go to stickers on my body.

I take a deep breath when my eyes reach the IV.

I'm a bit scared, but I just grab hold of it and gently slide it out at an angle.

Blood wells up, but I smack my other hand over it.

I pull a small blanket from the bed, wrapping it around my shoulders. I glance at Synn, and he nods to me.

I tiptoe over to the curtain, sticking my head out, looking both ways in the hallway. I don’t see or hear anything or anyone. “Come on,” I whisper.

Before I can go out of the room, he jumps in front of me, his arm out. “Stay behind me, Pazessca.”

My heart stutters at his attempt to protect me. I have to shelve it to examine later. We creep out into the hall, going left. It's the shorter side, and I can see a door at the end. “Is that an emergency exit? Or stairs?” I ponder.

“It’s risky to find out—there could be an alarm. If one goes off, haul ass back to the room. Got it?”

I nod, holding my breath as he pushes down on the handle. Nothing happens, no noises or people running. “It’s stairs,” he tells me. “Up or down?”

“We went down in the elevator, that’s where the real rooms are. So, I’m thinking...up?”

“Yeah, okay, up it is.”

We make our way carefully up the stairs, pausing at the next landing. He puts his finger to his lips for me to stay silent, and I nod. “It goes to somewhere dark...”

My eyes light up when it dawns on me that it could be a hidden room, to get back out. It could be Ghost’s, or the one we saw before. “It’s a 50/50 chance it could be a way out or getting busted.”

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Okay, we’ve got to try, right?” My hand grabs the back of his sheet. “Don’t let go, Pazessca.”

I swallow as we creep up. Step by step. It spirals up, like the other two we saw.

Once reaching the top, my eyes scan for a door or an indication of one.

“Feel around the walls,” I tell him. His brow raises, but he turns to do as I ask.

I search the opposite wall. “Bingo!” I yip, when a door swings inward.

We dash through, skidding to a stop when faced with a bustling nurses' station.

It is teeming with staff we’ve never seen before.

What the fuck? I look at Synn in panic, and we turn to run, but don’t get far.

I'm jerked back by a male orderly, then slapped in the face several times, by the original bitch nurse.

“What do we have here?” she sneers in my face.

Synn yells as he clocks an orderly, taking him to the floor.

He is swinging wildly, and I join him, swinging on the nurse.

Just when I think we may get the upper hand, I feel a cold needle pierce the skin on my neck. “NO! SYNN!”

The room starts to whirl, and I succumb to the damn darkness. Right before I black out, I see Synn’s outstretched arm reaching towards me.