Twist Me (Asylum Devils #1)

by S.K. Pryntz

Goliath wasn’t stupid, unfortunately. He clearly had a million lackeys in this place doing his bidding. The hallways had been cleaned up, and the freaking window had even been replaced.

I looked over at Emmy, who was brushing her twin sister’s hair. I felt so bad about Lemmy. She had a disease that was far worse than anyone in here. She was unable to respond, existing in her life like an actual living doll.

and I looked back at Megan. She had a little baby doll tucked under her arm. Her file had talked about her losing her own child and ending up here because she kidnapped a student, so maybe that doll helped her cope in some way.

The black-haired girl didn’t talk much. Admittedly, she made me uncomfortable. She had an extreme version of pica. Besides chewing on top of pages of books, marker lids, and dead bugs on the ground, she often chewed on her hair. Emmy said her name was Jillian, a.k.a. Jilly.

“They’re coming!” A guy suddenly ran across the carpet, disturbing the quiet of the room and screaming about someone.

One of the triplets—the one with dark brown hair falling into his eyes and a curved mouth that promised only good things—stood

“I’m impressed, Little Princess.” His husky chuckle reminded me of a playboy

“I’m starting to get the appeal Lith has for you, Zee.” That got my attention.

was Zelle, a complete-and-total-bad-mama-jama who ate and burned her victim for trying to escape his handcuffs.

I allowed myself a breath before I stood up and stared up at the smirking man. Jesus, he was beautiful.

“Listen, I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t care what your brothers think of me. I don’t even care what this entire place thinks of me. But,...

“I care about my breathing space being invaded by some arrogant, horny boy.”

This guy, this triplet, pressed into me, and my entire body went flush against the bookshelf, rising up off the ground. The jabbing pain in my back would be a reminder to shut my mouth next time, almost as much as the jutting erection that was firmly pressed into my chest.

“Want to test that theory, sweetheart?” He breathed into my ear, grinding his hips against me. “I can promise you I’m all man.”

A barked growl sounded from the other side of the room. The sound reminded me of a true monster. “If you want to keep your fucking dick on your body for the next whore to use, I suggest you get it the fuck off what’s mine first, Pharaoh.”

“I just thought I’d break her in for you, Lith.”

Upon further inspection, I could see blood. It was dripping from his hand.

My eyes widened when he got up and walked over to me. Silently, he just held out his palm. I could see a red, jagged, bloody line in his flesh that etched out one letter. ‘Z.’ Goliath smiled, and there was something in his teeth. When he opened his mouth, it dropped in front of me, and he walked away without a word. Leaning down, I picked up the object. It was a sharp, bloody stone.

She’d been the latest girl to disappear from this place—the lucky bitch. I was angry and feeling on edge without the Little Lamb to watch over. She was taken to a decompression ward in another building, being left to live in her little world for a short while now that her “orientation” was over. It had been three days, and already I wanted to

bash my head against the wall until she came back.

Walking around the study, I found the newer, mousy girl. Her eyes were all bugged out, and I recalled my brother saying she got locked in here with us because she bit someone’s face off. Looking down at my dick, I though...

That made me grin. I walked up to her and trailed my tattooed hand along her jaw.

“Are you ready to see what a devil feels like?”

Chuckling at her defiance, I allowed my fingers to glide across her leg and over her book placed on her picky little pussy. When her lips parted, I met her gaze. “Little Megan…just remember there’s always room in hell for sweet little girls to play with the devils.” Her gaze shot to my brothers, and I knew my job was done.

I tried to feel satisfaction at Pharaoh’s masculine grunts as he crucified the Christian on his pierced cock, but I couldn’t help my damn mind feeling needy at the loss of my Little Lamb. What would her pussy feel like? Would she come back and be defiant with me again? Would her sassy little mouth ever say a fucking curse word? I had read her file. The horny fucking administrative attendant did not give a damn what my price was when I asked her for it. I recalled the words written within Zelle’s picture.

‘Zelle Lavita was accused and tried for burning an inmate alive, and she was found consuming his flesh.’ The description didn’t add up. When Zelle had been in the cafeteria, she hadn’t even eaten the pork on her plate. She pushed it around and only really ate the damn lettuce like a fucking rabbit. Did her diet only consist of the Dahmer varieties?

“Brother, I think this whore needs another hole filled,” Roe said.

I looked over and saw the little slut’s dress thrown over her ass. My triplet slammed into her from behind over the metal rack that held a bunch of medical equipment. Shit was falling off it, left and right, and the girl couldn’t get a good enough grip on anything.

My dick didn’t even wiggle for this bitch. How was I supposed to get even the slightest bit out of sappy, putty mode when I didn’t give two flying fucks? Pushing off my pants and choking the fucker, I yanked on my cock, trying to wake it up.

Walking over to the table where the girl was, I jerked her head up, grabbed her blonde hair, and shoved myself inside her warm mouth and down her throat in one motion. She gagged instantly, not able to adjust to my size. That was an ego boost, getting the thing somewhat hard. But with her over-salivating, the ridiculous popping sounds, and her teeth scraping my sensitive head, it quickly deflated again.

The girl froze for a minute but finally opened her mouth wider and got into some sort of rhythm. Roe was making her smash into my stomach, and the fight for dominance kept her at the angle I needed to get my blood pumping.

Fucking Roe…he had pushed up against my Little Lamb. He felt her tight little body against his, and that pissed me off. She was mine first. I’d felt her curvy sides and plump ass on me when I’d held her in the hallway. She’d felt so good.

I imagined her ass rubbing against my dick as she stared back at me, showing off her pouty pink lips and tan skin. Her pale brown eyes would look into mine, begging me to spill myself into her mouth. It would fe...

The image of the Little Lamb was still potent in my mind. I had to see her. Imagining her in this shitty dim room while getting a scratchy blow job wasn’t fucking cutting it. I walked out of the room, not bothering to say anything to my brother or the satisfied meatbag.

“The new girl.” I leaned forward and traced the healing brand on my arm. “Pull up her file. I have a feeling she’s a lamb in wolf’s clothing.”

I placed my pointer finger over his lips and shook my head no. “I want to know everything about her: her favorite fucking color, even the types of underwear her grandmother wears. Got it?” Something was definitely off with my Little Lamb.

Dexter spoke up, and I zeroed in on his screen—there was a picture of my Little lamb wearing the most interesting attire.

The man supposedly killed by our new guest was just seen at a local café with not a scratch on him. Now, how could that be?

and had a dead mommy and a poor-as-shit daddy.

their run-down shop. She liked lattes at a tiny downtown shop close to where she lived, and her heritage, as I had suspected, was of Hispanic origin.

away from me. The empty hallway space was lit up now. Everything was immaculate and looked untouched. At this point, I barely had any more commissions left over from the payoffs I’d used lately, and Dex was still chirping in my ear about paying him more for the ‘fancy’ lighting work he’d done in the building when Zelle first arrived. Now, this requested fishing expedition was only going to cost me even more.

A light bulb moment struck, and a smile curled on my lips. The little doll, Emmy, escaped me when she first came here. I never knew how the fuck she did it, but now, I realized they pulled an Alice in fucking Wonderland and popped through the walls.

Crawling into the small tunnel, I thought of the Little Lamb. Since I knew she was not in a decompression room, I may as well check out her address.

hoped she liked getting surprises because I was going to get out of this tunnel and find where the ‘bad little cannibal’ was hiding.

Smiling and turning toward the dirt road and woods with no one around…I pictured my Little Lamb.

“Run, run, run, Little Lamb, the big bad wolf is coming to play.”

When I arrived at her little highrise apartment, being outside felt strange after being stuck inside Hospital Twelve for so long. I didn’t like it. It was so damn loud out here. I held my hands over my ears. The buzzing street lamp that kept fucking flickering was giving me a headache. Until now, the trip was all quiet woods and dirt roads with nothing else around, but not anymore.

“Making me work for it, huh, Little Lamb. Clever girl.”

Blinking my eyes, I glanced up. My shining knight was a badass-looking fucker with dark-ass hair.

The two looked at each other in a sickly, sweet way. It reminded me of puppy love. It was hard to believe a man who looked that put together would settle for a tiny blonde like her, but there was something in the way she moved. She spun around and winked at us both, but the look on her face—I knew it well. It promised death if you misstepped in front of her. So, there was more to her than met the eye.