Twist Me (Asylum Devils #1)

by S.K. Pryntz

“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.

“Hell is ruled by…” I repeated slowly, realizing I was being offered up as an innocent sacrifice. “Evil.” My whole body faded into a numbness that resembled a black hole.

Davidson smiled a patronizing grin. “Atta’ girl. But, in your case, 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.”

Mary wasn’t a virtuous thing, as her name suggested. She liked to hop on cock more than half the bitches in here. Her favorite shit to babble about was a film called “Nymphomaniac.” 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.

Speaking of ‘ruthless,’ the bitch on the other end of my dick yelled at me, digging her claws into my skin. The burn she was creating was intoxicating.

“I fear that my actions will be repeated soon if you don’t back the fuck up.”

“Man, I’m not saying you don’t deserve some pussy, but do you have to find the crazy bitches all the time?”

“Your honor, we, the jury for the People of Fernando, Texas, versus Ezello Maria Juave Lavita, find the defendant guilty of the crime committed against Derek Summers.” I held my breath as the judge nodded and said, “Does the jury agree to the plea of insanity?” The man from the jury was sweating, his bandana wadded up in his pocket, and his hand itching to reach for it. To his credit, he stilled his hand and looked me right in the eyes as he said, “Yes, your honor.”

“Basically, everyone in Hospital Twelve has one or more things that have classified them as insane, but a lot of them, from my understanding, are fairly ‘normal.’ Each patient there just had something in them that caused them to snap. The woman you just spoke of was a nurse before she flipped a switch from fearful germaphobe to a murderer who killed her patients.”

I thought about that for a few moments. “So, you are saying the difference between these murderers and the individuals in prison is that they murdered people based on fear and not because of malicious intent?”

Micah nodded. “Most of them. There are some, including your persona, who are legitimately unhinged individuals. They are a particular type of sadist and genuinely enjoy the victim’s death when it is filled with pain. Many sad...

for you to learn the difference between the people who are sick versus the people who are ...

“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.

“Respectfully, detective. You don’t know what I’m capable of.” Finally stealing a glance at his expression, I tried not to blush, realizing it was prideful. Clearing his throat and collecting his bag, he pulled what looked like handcuffs from it. I raised my brow, unsure why he’d be pulling out the ole’ metal bracelets.

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

My eyes widened. He was taking me to Hospital Twelve. Right now. It was on the other side of the prison. Now, my training wasn’t just talking about these people. They wanted to throw me into the wolves’s den to see if I’d be eaten before I even had time to study who the wolves were. Fine, fair enough. I might not be fully prepared to play dirty, but I would bite back.

He took the bait and ushered that sweet little piece of meat over to us famished deviants. Her eyes were nearly vibrating, but she was trying to keep from averting her gaze. So, the little thing was scared of us already?

“You will not be playing with Zelle,” Micah said. I feigned being hurt with a pouted lip and puppy eyes. “I mean it, Goliath. If you so much as breathe in her direction, I will ensure you do not leave your cell even to shower.” I raised my brow, curious now as to why this little thing beside him would make him so protective. “And that’s Detective Quinn to you. I am not some rookie who makes idle threats. You don’t know me anymore.” “Did I ever actually know you, you lying fuck?”

That caught him off guard and the lady’s attention.

“Ha! The shit police. Policing your shit. See that Roxy? Go steal his baton so we can plug him up! Then, we’re the shit police.”

🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Awe, I’m disappointed. Based on what was said in your delicious news article, I thought you’d be more fun to chase, Little Lamb.”

I started walking slowly forward into the unknown, but it was better than waiting for the unhinged triplets or any of their friends to find me.

“The triplets like to play.” I think she meant that quite literally. “And what…I’m their new toy, now?” I growled at the thought. I didn’t let anyone play with me. I had no interest in being a doll like my new “friend” here. She giggled again. That creepy, childlike tone of hers sounded like a broken melody. “That depends.” I hated that I had to pull complete answers from her.

“What the fuck, asshat?” My brother ignored my outburst and gripped my jaw with his meaty hand, turning my head toward a table at the far side of the cafeteria. The people arranged together were the creepy doll twins, the hair eater, and none other than the fucking Little Lamb herself with a bandage on her arm.

“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 by my side. He flopped down on one of the cushions and grinned when I met his gaze. He didn’t seem as unhinged as his tallest brother, but he didn’t seem like a good guy either.

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.”

When I realized this, I called Quinn back on a video call, trying to suss out information. Quinn had odd body language every time he mentioned Goliath. So I needed to see his face when we spoke, needed to see if his non-verbal tells would surface. It turned out that Micah had held back some vital information, like the fact that Goliath Masters was a freaking cop.

I took a few steps, waiting as my prey walked backward and bumped right into my hard body. She stilled for a minute before turning around and meeting my eyes. “I told you, Little Lamb…” I walked her backward until she was against the white plush wall. Caging in her tantalizing body with mine, I leaned down until our noses almost touched. “When I want something. I take it.”

“You look like you just ran from the devil,” Emmy said, looking up from her book and giggling at my expense. The irony of her words wasn’t lost on me. “More like got caught by them,” I mumbled.

“Just when I think you can’t surprise me anymore…you do. The next time you orgasm, my little waterfall, when my name comes out of that naughty mouth, my tongue will be on that weeping cunt. And you’re going to let me drink every drop I earn like a good fucking girl.”

It wasn’t my fault my dumbass best friend decided to razz me at that moment. He was always getting me into trouble, making me look like an idiot. We were equally matched in our training. I had known the kid for a week, and it was an instant bromance when he beat me in a race despite my being much taller. It showed he had balls and didn’t take the easy way out.

Micah scoffed and folded his arms on the table. “Yes, I can see as much as her breathing is labored from your overindulgent ass squashing her. I would say she’s not harmed at all!” Goliath chuckled, and the sound made me vibrate with his laugh. “You always were such a rule follower. Heaven forbid anyone defies the, ‘oh mighty god,’ Micah Quinn.” With that, he got up, and I inhaled rapidly. Quinn rose from his seat and helped me up, glaring daggers at Goliath the whole time. “What happened between you guys?” I said, watching their hatred rolling off one another in waves. “Traitor,” they spat out the same poisoned word in unison at each other.

“I thought you liked the taste of sin, Little Lamb.”

“Little Lamb,” I purred, pushing up against the wooden seat where the top half of my body was flush against her back. “You can stop pretending like you don’t want me.”

Oh, sweet Little Lamb, I will enjoy watching you fall from heaven.

“I belong to you, Goliath.” With a grin more devious than the devil himself, he grabbed and tilted the bottle with the rest of my arousal, pushing it against my pussy, and letting it all drip into the glass. Our come blending into one.

“Now, don’t forget you’re in the presence of a god. So crawl to me, Little Lamb, so I can properly show you how to sin with the devil.”

I sighed, thinking back to my Little Lamb with her tight little body tied to the cross. My little saint broke to the devil. She hadn’t spoken to me since. It was like a damn metal wall slamming into place around her.

But despite my best efforts, my Little Lamb was absolutely stone cold.

I’d convinced myself that was why I was so antsy as of late. My dick didn’t get hard for fucking anyone but that defiant cock block.

And it was not just anyone’s blood—it was my Little Lamb’s.

My heart sank as I realized who had taken me…The Reaper.

“What the fuck happened to this chick, Goliath?” She turned the Little Lamb over, peeling my bloodied shirt off her wounds and assessing the damage. I hissed in a breath when I saw how truly shredded her back and stomach were. Who the fuck pulled a Freddie on my girl?

“The other prisoner?” Goliath shook his head. “Sorry, Little Lamb, he’s very dead.” “How was he killed?” Goliath shook his head again. “I know you are a cop. And your brain never stops. But you need to shut up and heal before trying to be anything but a patient, understand?”

I opened my mouth for a retort, but Goliath got right in my face, gently pushing me down onto the bed. “I promise when you heal, I’ll tell you all you wanna know. But right now, you look like hell, and you need to let me take care of you. I don’t know what the ever-loving fuck I am doing, so for once, can you just listen and not be a damn brat?”

Goliath’s smile was radiant and dangerous as he leaned forward, his lips trailing over mine. He kissed me tantalizingly slow as he placed his lips on my forehead and growled, “That’s my good girl.”

“I miss my cat,” I blurted wistfully. My fuzzy mammoth could protect me from anything, maybe even myself and these weird feelings I had when Goliath was near. Looking at him now, he practically purred his words back at me, “How funny, because I miss your pussy too.”