Page 23 of Sour (The Wellard Asylum #10)

The cold water shot along my face as I whistled to myself, bathing in the darkness.

The only light in the entire room came from a small window as the moon shone outside in the night, leaving the tiled room in an eerie state of emptiness.

One I much rather preferred. While most patients were forced into ice baths or scalding showers as part of their treatment, I found a way to bribe some of the staff into letting me have some private time while everyone else slept.

Something a few of my friends in here did as well.

The cold water sprayed down my face and naked body; the crispy temperature soothing my restless soul. I was swept away in the relaxing moment until the sound of a nearby door squeaking broke my trance.

I spun around and eyed the darkness. “Johnny? Is that you?” There was no reply, and I felt on edge.

I reached out and killed the shower, listening as the water slowed to a single drip.

The rest of the tiled room remained in a thick silence, but I felt someone’s eyes on me.

As I turned to grab a towel, my skull was captured by a plastic bag.

My fingers clawed at the bag, desperately trying to rip it from my face, but someone was preventing me from doing so.

My feet slipped and stumbled through the wet room as I tried to escape.

I felt the fingers of whoever was suffocating me and followed their limbs until my nails met their face.

They dug into their eyes as a man groaned and shouted, eventually letting go of the bag.

I quickly ripped the plastic bag from my face, gasping as I stared at the male nurse I met my first day here. The same one who loved to torment Koven.

“BJ,” I growled. His eyes widened as he realized I was free from the bag.

“Oh, you really fucked up this time.” I charged the fat fuck and decked him in the face, knocking him to the floor.

He slipped on the wet tile and grabbed onto a nearby pipe.

I grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and yanked him off his feet.

“I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, but I guess I lied. ” I smiled.

“Please,” the male nurse begged. “Please, I–I didn’t want to! S–she made me!”

My head tilted. “Who?” I asked. He sobbed like a baby. “Answer me, pig!”

BJ groaned as I dropped him onto the floor and pressed my foot against his chest. “Dr. Sable! She–she wanted me to teach you a lesson!”

Oh? How ballsy of her.

“And why is that?” I asked. “Did I do something bad?” I couldn’t help but to laugh.

BJ grabbed my ankle, but I just pressed harder, listening as his spine ground against the tile. “I’m waiting,” I sang.

The man winced in pain. “I don’t know! S–she said something about how–how you were going to mess everything up with her favorite. That’s all I know. I swear! I swear!”

How very interesting indeed.

“Who is her favorite?” I asked. BJ didn’t answer. “Who!” I kicked him in the face. The male nurse coughed and spat out a tooth I knocked free.

“Fuck!” he cried out as blood stained his teeth. “I don’t know!”

“Liar!” I stepped off BJ’s chest and grabbed his uniform as I lifted him slightly from the tile. “Tell me who her favorite is. Tell me!”

BJ winced at my shouts, but kept quiet. It infuriated me.

“Tell me!” I slammed his head back. “Tell me!” His skull hit the tile a second and third time. I lifted him, preparing to repeat the motion when he began to cry.

“Okay! Okay!” He wheezed. “She…her favorite is Koven. Dr. Sable favors your stepsister.”

I fucking knew it.

I pulled the man closer. “And what does Dr. Sable do with her favorites?”

He groaned. “I don’t know, man, she–she fucks with them. Uses her psychiatric skills to find their weaknesses and manipulates them into needing her. It’s–it’s just some game she likes to play.”

I didn’t like the game.

“What happens when her favorites no longer want her? What does she do then?” I asked.

BJ shook his head. “She dopes them up and leaves them strapped to one of the beds in a secluded room, away from the rest of the asylum and prying eyes. Sometimes they beg for her to forgive them, but she never does. S–she just keeps them long enough to find a buyer for their organs.”

So, the psychiatrist, who plays favorites, trafficks organs on the black market? What an interesting twist.

I glared at the man. “And what happens then?”

He exhaled. “She puts them down.” His words made me run hot with anger.

I dropped BJ onto the floor and backed away.

The male nurse grabbed the pipe once more, trying to stand.

“Fucking bitch.” I turned to face him, realizing he now had his baton in his grasp.

It was amusing to see him think such a thing would frighten me.

“Dr. Sable may favor that little witch now, but thanks to you, she’s growing tired of her.

Soon, that little psycho will be put down like the rabid bitch she is, and you’ll be left here all alone.

But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get all the attention you deserve, Slater.

Every last bit of it.” I just smiled, watching the nurse stumble towards me with his retractable stick.

“You must be a real fucking idiot if you thought ambushing me in the shower was the way to teach me a lesson.” BJ swung his arm, and I grabbed the baton. He tried to fight me, but my size and strength greatly overpowered him.

The male nurse ground his teeth and groaned, breaking his arm free.

He swung again, this time the baton striking me in the face.

He cackled as I stepped back, tasting blood in my mouth.

“Not so powerful now, are you, Slater?” He scoffed.

“I don’t usually prefer to play with the male patients here, but I think you’d make an excellent toy.

Just like your sister.” His eyes sparkled as he mentioned Koven. And I fucking snapped.

Bj swung his baton one last time and I caught it.

I yanked it from his grasp, knocking him to the ground in one swift motion.

He tried to crawl away, but I grabbed him by the band of his pants and yanked him back to me.

“I hear you like to play rough with your toys,” I growled.

“No one touches my sister but me!” I snatched the plastic bag and wrapped it around his face.

“And I’m no one’s toy, pig!” I tied it tightly around his neck as he panicked, trying to claw his face free.

I grabbed his arm and pulled it back, snapping his shoulder out of place as he screamed into the plastic bag.

“You should really learn to keep your hands to yourself.”

I scanned the room, spotting a nearby mop. A wicked idea popped into my mind, and I grabbed it. BJ gasped, suffocating inside the plastic bag, and I knew I needed to be quick. This would be no fun if the pig passed out.

I yanked BJ’s pants down and spat on the handle of the mop.

“Since all you pigs love to stick your dicks in places they don’t belong, I’m sure you won’t mind what I’m about to do.

” His muffled screams and cries meant nothing to me as I forced the handle inside his ass.

His whole body tensed and wriggled, but I just kept shoving the mop deeper, grunting as he tried to resist me.

“Fight all you want, but I’m only going to push harder! ”

The sound of footsteps entered the room. I listened, recognizing them.

“I wondered when you were going to show up.” The man stepped into the moonlight, the walking embodiment of depravity. “Where the fuck have you been, Johnny?”

Johnny smiled and shrugged. “I told you. I was getting you a fresh pack.” He pulled out a small box of cigarettes and tossed them at my bare feet.

Those menacing eyes of his lingering over BJ’s body and stopping at my hands, noticing the trail of blood from BJ’s ass. “And what have you been up to, Happy?”

I smiled. “Just playing with a toy. Want to join me?”

Johnny smirked, casually walking over to BJ’s head.

He gripped the plastic bag and ripped a large hole.

BJ gasped, crying and sobbing as he desperately inhaled.

The man begged Johnny to help him. “I’m more than happy to help play with your fleshy little toy.

” He flashed me a sickening look. BJ tried to escape, but I held him down as Johnny positioned the nurse and pulled out his dick.

He then forced BJ’s mouth open with a depraved smile.

“Now, why don’t you suck my dick like your life depends on it.

Because it does.” He forcefully pushed his entire shaft deep inside BJ’s mouth, gagging him as he held his skull within his grasp.

I kept the mop firmly inside BJ’s ass, ignoring his muffled screams as he sucked Johnny off.

His body rocked along the tile as Johnny pounded his pelvis into him, laughing as the male nurse suffered.

I took the moment to pop one of the cigarettes out of the pack, placing it between my lips, realizing I didn’t have anything to light it with.

“Fuck.” I looked down and searched BJ’s pants for a lighter, finding it and something a bit more interesting.

“Oh, now what do we have here?” I held up the switchblade in the moonlight as it reflected along the sharp blade.

Such a nice, sharp point. I bet this would slice that pig’s flesh so nicely…oh, now wait a minute.

A wicked idea popped into my mind as I smoked the cigarette.

“Hey Johnny.” I looked over as his menacing eyes met mine. “Want to help me make a bigger mess?” I waved the knife around, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Johnny smirked and slammed deep down BJ’s throat with a loud grunt. He fucked the nurse’s face a little longer before slowly pulling his dick from BJ’s mouth. The nurse gasped, panting and sobbing all at once. God, it made me hard.

I slowly peeled the mop from BJ’s body and gripped his thighs.

“Grab his arms and roll him over.” Together, Johnny and I whipped BJ over onto his back.

I ripped his uniform down the center and spotted the very tattoo Koven had mentioned before.

The one Dream was so obsessed with feeling. “There you are.”

I walked over and straddled BJ’s torso as Johnny sat across from me, using his knees to pin the man’s arms down as he covered his mouth.

He watched me closely as I offered the cigarette to him.

“No thanks.” I placed it back between my lips and carefully dragged the blade along the nurse's flesh. “What’s your plan, Happy?” Johnny asked with a glint of excitement.

I flicked the cigarette aside and exhaled. “I’m going to make a gift for a friend of mine.” I carefully positioned the blade just right and began to flay a chunk of BJ’s skin. The man screamed into Johnny’s hands, kicking and moving as if he could stop me from creating another masterpiece.

I sliced the last thread of skin and held the large chunk up, examining it in the moonlight with a smile. “She’s going to love this.”

My eyes drifted to Johnny’s. “Here.” I offered him the knife. “Let’s have some real fun.”