Twist Me (Asylum Devils #1)

by S.K. Pryntz

“Say a prayer now for all the sins you will commit for us.” -The Asylum Devils

An active search is underway for a female, reportedly of Hispanic heritage, who is four feet eleven inches tall with brown eyes and brown hair. Allegedly, this suspect is extremely dangerous and on the run.

this was the plan Davidson and the team had concocted for me to begin my undercover assignment. I was to be publicly arrested here at Sabato’s Coffee, but something felt off.

Breathing deeply, I assured myself that this was the right time to reveal ‘the new me,’ the right choice to have accepted this assignment in the first place.

My entire mundane life was displayed before me. Even the names of my church and priest were listed.

A new identity? I barely knew who I was without being undercover. I was the least aggressive or authoritative person out there. I mean, for crying out loud, I still slept with my stuffed animal, Motto, because he smelled like motor oil from my dad’s shop.

what was waiting for me at Hospital Twelve.

Refusing to look in my direction, the blonde behind the counter tried to shove the coffee over to me. The cup dropped on the ground and splashed warm,

Audible gasps popped up from everyone around us, and expectant eyes waited for my reaction. I started to brush it off, but then I realized this was the perfect time to practice my cover. That sick feeling in my gut deepened as I turned my practiced cold gaze toward her.

character. I was no longer Ezello Lavita but Zelle. “You will be sorry. Stop sniveling now because you’ll pay for each droplet you’ve spilled. Be careful, little girl.” Driving home my point,

Davidson’s lackey was outside waiting with handcuffs. Everyone cheered when he shoved me around, stretching my arms painfully behind my back. A few teenagers with smartphones started recording the interaction and hooted at their lucky break.

“I’m so fucking jelly!” Meredith continued, and her squeals were at an all-time high. “You do realize you get to meet the infamous unhinged triplets? I’m beyond disappointed and feeling a bit…murderous that I wasn’t picked for this undercover operation.”

put on undercover duty at Hospital Twelve. I mean, come on…it’s not fair. You won’t even flirt with those sexy devils.”

“Your assignment isn’t just to get inside the facility and look for the missing patients…” He poked at a line on the page with his finger. “You need to know what caused their disappearance. What led to their deaths.”

I scanned the page closer. There were three very handsome, very unstable-looking men on it. Their eyes were all an icy white with a drop of blue or green in them, too, but otherwise, these men looked possessed. Oddly, each face had a haunting beauty to it.

The captivating gaze of the triplets made me gulp when I read each name: Judas, Pharaoh, and Goliath.

hell is ruled by its devils…and a devil will always protect what’s his. I need you to be that, Lavita. I need you to be the devil’s angel that needs protecting.”

I guess this broad was better with her mouth than the chick in the ‘quiet hall.’ She was catatonic, Mary was not, and beggars couldn’t be choosers.

She liked to hop on cock more than half the bitches in here.

Also, I was pretty sure she had fucked my brothers about a dozen times already since she was “welcomed” here like the rest of us. Her unending cries, like a porn star moaning, were annoying. Frowning, I glanced away and caught sight of a tiny little thing on the television. She had freckles dotting her tan face and curly brown hair that looked perfect for wrapping around my fingers.

The burn she was creating was intoxicating.

yawned and tucked myself back into my pants. These scrubs were irritating as fuck, and I didn’t understand how anyone could wear the damn things on a daily basis.

Her protests at intentionally misusing her ‘holy name’ made me grin. The sex addict didn’t deserve it.

hope that Zelle Lavita can be rehabilitated at Hospital Twelve and rejoin society as a changed individual.”

So, she was being sent to my humble abode? I felt myself smile as I blew a kiss to the screen. “I can’t wait to greet you properly, Little Lamb.”

“There’s a bitch trying to break down our cell.” His dark hair was falling in front of his eyes as he looked uncertainly at the glass panel behind me. I turned around and saw little non-virgin Mary beating her fist on the door. How many times did I need to fuck her into submission? Ugh, my dick was sore. So one of these idiots can beat her saggy meat.

dropped my hand to my forearm, the nail’s sharp edge strong and sure, perfect for branding my skin.

ignored Pharaoh and began carving the ‘Z’ into my forearm.

Judas laughed, talking to the empty space next to him. “I know, Larry! I think he’s got a new girlfriend.” Judas saw shit that we didn’t see. The lovely doctors in this shithole preferred to refer to Jude as a person with schizophrenia.

His conversations weren’t even with Pharaoh or me but with his little imaginary buddies. Larry was one of Jude’s favorites that had been with him since we were babbling shit to each other when we wore diapers.

“Well, Roe, we do live in a fucking grippy-sock vacation house. So, my options are slim pickings. If I don’t wanna fuck the girl who eats her own hair or the chick who tried to stab you with a fork for coughing too close to her, then I need to expand my horizons.”

“So, who’s the ‘Z’ for?”

“A new addition to my collection.”

The department wanted him to review the final details with me before entering the asylum. I had on the proper ‘scrubs’ attire that the patients wore at Hospital Twelve because we needed to keep my cover intact.

“Mary Lois. Accused and convicted of stalking, assault, and sexual deviance. Reported to have nymphomania.” I raised my brow. “People get sent to the mental rehabilitation house for having too much sex?”

“Birdie Bard. Accused of pouring bleach into a patient’s mouth in fear of disease. Reportedly suffers from severe hypochondria and mysophobia.”

The woman you just spoke of was a nurse before she flipped a switch from fearful germaphobe to a murderer who killed her patients.”

these murderers and the individuals in prison is that they murdered people based on fear and not because of malicious intent?”

“Goliath Masters,” he said, leaning back in his chair and blowing out a breath. “That one is as twisted as they come.” I studied the paper and ran my fingertips over the lines of his crooked, sadistic smile, his dark, slicked-back hair, and all the tattoos covering his body. He even had ink above his brow that read, ‘Twist Me Baby.’ He looked unhinged, but there was a dangerous beauty to him I couldn’t ignore. On paper, he seemed to be the most fractured of his brothers. “Algolagnia—the intense need to give and receive pain, especially during sexual acts.”

Shoving my feelings away, I plowed forward with the conversation. “Okay, what about the one known as The Reaper? What do we have on this suspect?”

Six patients. All were killed by a knife wound to the throat. It was curved to create a sadistic smile. The code name for this killer was The Reaper because there had been zero findings of anything but the victim they left behind. Any trace of who may have been the killer had been wiped clean like it never existed, almost as if this individual was a spirit sent for death and nothing else.

I looked back over the files. The triplets snagged my gaze when I roved over their folders. Schizophrenia, erotomania, algolagnia-type hallucinations, stalking, and pain…what a bunch—but they looked human enough.

had. I think the fact that each one was a little broken made me slightly attracted to them.

was an annoying quality to want to fix every broken toy, but ...

Meeting her pretty blue eyes, I said, “I’m not his sister, hun.”

“And if you don’t walk your flirty little ass back to the kitchen to peel some potatoes, I am going to take this plastic knife, chop off all that perfect blonde hair, and choke you with it.”

“You definitely remind me of someone, Miss Lavita. And if you’re anything like her, you won’t have a problem.”

Now, Quinn grinned. “Well, you’re a dangerous criminal. I can’t escort you to the facility to grab your paperwork and lodging information without protecting myself.”

He was taking me to Hospital Twelve. Right now.

I might not be fully prepared to play dirty, but I would bite back.