The Hand that Feeds

by K.M. Mixon

I start my new job at the local mental institution tomorrow. I’ll spend a year or so giving out meds to get my foot in the door so I can move on to bigger and better things.

“Sorry, we don’t get new people in town often. People move out of here more than they move in.”

“You drew the short straw, then,” he jokes, but his eyes grow serious. “Try not to get too close to him, don’t take anything he says to heart, and be quick. The faster you’re out of his presence, the safer you are.”

He reaches up, twirling some of my loose hair between his fingers. His hands are massive, and veins are prominent in his muscled arms. “Not usually my type, but fuck, you’re pretty, aren’t you?”

His eyes are the least beautiful feature he has. His face is chiseled, his light beard neatly trimmed, and his lips plump and pink. His tongue shoves them open and licks across his lower lip. I can’t help but track its movement.

It’s like being in the presence of the Devil himself.

“I’ll leave the meds, then.” I move to get past him, and he grabs my throat from behind, drawing my body back to him. My back hits his broad chest, and a breath expels from my lungs. A scream gets trapped in my throat, under his hand. “You’ll leave more than that here tonight, Nurse.”

“Mmm, there’s a good little whore. See, I’m not so bad, after all.”

“Stupid little whore. Look at you, letting a madman paint you.” His words sink to the bottom of my soul, and a tear slips out of my eye.

Is Neo giving the guards something to bring him victims and keep his need to kill fed, or is someone else the hand that feeds him?

“You’re the weakest I’ve ever felt in my fucking life,” he admits before he spears inside me, and I cry out.

Because the way my heart lurched in my chest when he said I’m his is fucking sick. And I should be disgusted. But I’m not.

That’s what tells me you belong to me. That you’re my brand of fucked up.”

“Because I like a little bite of pain?” I ask, still breathing heavily from the stinging on my back. “No. Because you like everything I do to you. No matter what it is.”

I open my mouth to argue, and he shoves his fingers inside it. “No more fucking words. Suck.” I moan around them, doing as he tells me before I even think twice about it. “See,” he says. “M...

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds, stupid girl. Or you’ll find yourself hungry.”