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That little voice inside your head that says he’s not enough. The one that tells you to burn all this shit fucking down, And that you deserve so much better. Baby, that voice is me, and I’m calling you home. You know it’s me you’re picturing when you fuck him. Only I can make you scream like that. Be a good girl and get on your knees for me. I’m ready to ruin you. Sincerely, Your Book Boyfriend.
I’m a deadly spider just waiting for you to fall head-first into my trap. I’ll watch you struggle to save yourself, while I slowly wrap you tighter in more webs, and I’ll rip your wings and limbs off, so you can never escape me, escape us.
God knows eyeballs can be downright bland, when not prepared correctly.
“Did you have other relatives you were close to, besides your mother and father, growing up?” She questions, the sound of hope clinging to her words, as she poises her black pen over her notebook, ready to document whatever we say so she can dissect us. Oh, doctor, what a fucking question. Should I tell her we murdered everyone who carried a drop of our blood without mercy? Dispatched all those fuckers to the dregs of hell, so they could meet their maker, the devil.
“Ring around the silence, tied up nice and neat. A pocket full of fingers, snipped and cooked to eat. Ashes… ashes… We laugh as you go down...” Wren whispers humorously to himself, as he begins to rock his straining body slowly on the chair next to me.
“Ring around your heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, it beats too loud. Dark voices spin, round and round. A pocket full of blood and memories, buried where you sleep. Ashes… ashes…You’ll beg and scream without a sound for me.“
Something in me, call it boredom, or maybe it’s the lick of excitement starting at the base of my spine, wants to play with her, to see how far we can take it, before she goes screaming out of here, and we have to start the process all over again with someone new. She’s the sixth psychiatrist they’ve sent our way, in the two years that Wren and I have been incarcerated in this cesspool-filled purgatory, and she won’t be the last. A life sentence is a fucking long time, and that’s all we have... time. We are forever trapped in this place, so we might as well get our rocks off where we can.
If I’m the spider, my brother Wren is something even more methodical, sinister, and dangerous. Together, we are a deadly pair, carbon copies of abominations, as we’ve been told repeatedly over the years.
Wellard Asylum houses the worst of the mentally ill, violent offenders in the southern part of the United States, with its promises of rehabilitation, research, and keeping the public safe from all the monsters. Lies. The inmates in forced confinement within its walls aren’t the only monsters roaming around these decrepit walls. No, the staff tasked to help us are as much villains as we are, the world just doesn’t know it.
Tell me all your secrets, and your lies, little toy, it’s time to play with the monsters.
No, the Norwoods had a hold on me, metaphysical fingers slowly pulling me closer and closer, wrapping themselves around my neck, until even taking a breath couldn’t be done without thoughts of them.
Where his brother Wren brings unhinged violence and pain, Bash, as he likes to remind me to call him, prefers to play psychological warfare with his victims.
They’re violent and psychotic serial killers, ones that have racked up an impressive, and horrifying, body count, and I can’t forget that whatever humanity they had is long gone, or was never present to begin with. Monsters. Evil. Broken.
Behind the walls of Wellard Asylum, we are all prisoners. Some of us just get the chance to leave, while others wait to die.
Bash’s eyes seem to peer into my soul, right into the darkness that lies there, dormant, and just waiting for a chance to rise. Come to me, they call, endeavoring to tempt me. Yet, he gives nothing away, and never interjects, allowing Wren to do the talking. Interesting.
“Ring around your silence… A pocket full of screams… we’re coming for you, dolly... you’re already ours to eat.”
My notebook catches my eye on the floor, its pages open and forgotten. I move toward it, bending down to pick it up, and my peripheral vision catches the red drops of blood, now forgotten on the side of Wren’s chair. My fingers reach out and touch it, rubbing it between my digits, before I slip them inside of my mouth, licking off the rich coppery taste.
“I decide when, and if, you take your next breath, slut. I decide if you’ll be breathing after I’m done fucking this pretty, pink pussy. You belong to me now, broken dolly.”
My sweet, broken doctor dolly is quickly becoming an obsession for me, a craving I don’t want to live without, and that’s not good, well, at least not for her. None of my previous obsessions are still breathing.
Bash, with his quiet, intense eyes that never blink, and always observe every move I make. It’s as if we’re playing chess, and he’s ready to checkmate me at any moment, but holds back. Then there is Wren, who always smiles too wide, like he’s already heard the punchline, and I’m the joke. His chaotic energy fills every molecule of space in a room, until you’re suffocating on it. Both of them, with their traumatic childhood, broken homes, and endearing desire never to be parted. All of it calls to me, like sweet music, luring me to them.
“Ring around the shadows, they dance so pretty when she’s alone. A pocket full of heartbeats, I want to keep them for my own. Ashes… ashes…”
Careful, Caterina. The monsters are watching, and they like what they see.
“Beg me, little toy. Do it prettily on your knees, so that I know whether you really want my knowledge or not. You, of course, can keep attempting to find the truth that you seek on your own, if you don’t wish to heed my price.”
“Crawl to me on all fours, arch your back like a sexy pussy cat, and I’ll answer your next question, don’t, and you can leave. Perhaps go and ask Halstead yourself.” I force my eyes away from her, placing a bored expression on my features, even though inside, my blood feels like hot lava coursing through my veins. Submit to me, little toy, show me that you know you’re mine.
How sexy you are when you’re furious. You’d look so much better if I had one of my hands wrapped tightly around that pretty throat of yours, and the other threaded through your hair, ripping out the thick strands while I force my huge cock down your tight throat, and make you choke on it. I
“Crawl, Doctor, or leave. Don’t waste any more of my time. You will learn to give me what I want, and in turn, I will reward you, my sweet toy.” Her eyes meet mine before she gets on all fours again, sways that sexy ass, covered by the ugly skirt she’s wearing, and crawls toward me. She never breaks the connection between us, and in her eyes, I see the promise of violence, of my death even, and I welcome it.
“Good girl, Doctor. You’re my perfect slut.“ His praise has me preening, arching my back further, so my breasts remain in his sightline. His tongue slips out and wets his bottom lip, and I wish it were sliding across my lips instead, so I could taste him. The thought is so shocking that my fingers stop moving completely. I shouldn’t want any of this, this is wrong. Regardless of whether he’s a monster with answers, I’m still his doctor, and I’m crossing every professional, and ethical, line that exists.
“I never lie to the people I want to keep, and I want to keep you, little toy, at least for now.” His eyes narrow into pools of darkness. Their gray-blue color is bottomless, filled with peril, and calling me to lose myself in their depths.
“Let me see your eyes when you beg me,” Bash sneers, and even though he’s being manipulative and mean to me, I still appreciate how handsome he truly is.
“What. Do. You. Want.” Bash leans forward, his lips pressing up against my ear as he inhales my scent, causing a shiver to race down my body. My hands grasp his knees, and I hold on, tightening my fingers until he releases a moan. His voice drops to a murmur, as his warm breath tickles my hair. “I want to watch you fall apart... piece by fucking piece. I want you on the floor writhing, with your theories shattered, and your wet mouth swallowing my cock deep into that tight throat. I want the doctor to disappear. I want the slut to stay. I want you to be mine, and admit that you want that too.”
He takes it between his teeth and bites down hard, the sting forcing me to jerk back, but he doesn’t release me, not even when I taste copper in my mouth. “You’re already mine, little toy, and I plan to devour you,“ he growls into my mouth.
She doesn’t want to give in to me, in fact, she’s doing her very best to fight it. It’s no use, though. She was ours the minute she stepped into that first session with us, and we have no intentions of ever letting her go, not even in death. The devil can’t have you… we saw you first.
She’s fucking perfect, a broken little toy, ready and waiting for me to destroy her. “You don’t hate me, little toy. You hate yourself, this version you pretend to be.”
She bites down on her bleeding lip, and her gaze narrows as she stares at my cock. “I don’t want this, and I don’t want you.” Her small, delicate hands trail across my muscular thighs, heading for my cock, and it twitches inside the confined space. I can feel beads of precum slipping down my slit, and coating me, and the cheap fabric. “Keep lying to yourself all you want, Doctor. It won’t change our ending. You belong to me, and you always will.”
“Open. Your. Mouth.” I demand, and this time, her lips pry open, as her face begins to flush crimson from the strain of the material tightening on her neck, as I wrap the fabric securely in my fist. I spit into her open mouth, and her eyes flare with surprise and fury at my degradation, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “Swallow, little toy,” I instruct, and her fingers wrap around the head of my engorged cock, squeezing tightly. Her nails pierce my sensitive flesh, and my eyes almost cross with pleasure. “Tighter, slut,” I groan, and spit again into her parted lips. This time, some of the
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“You will take me to the back of your throat, without making a single sound of complaint. If you bite me without me permitting you, you’ll leave here with fewer teeth than you arrived with.” “Noooo,” she moans as she tries to pull away from my weeping cock, but it’s no use, my grip is too tight. My wet crown glides against the corner of her mouth, coating her lips and her cheek in my precum. “Lick my slit, spit, and use your hand to stroke me, little toy, or I’ll ensure that you never take another breath,“ I murmur, my fevered excitement rising as she attempts to fight back, and my other hand
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“That’s it, my dirty toy, swallow me deep. Let me take your air away. Your very life belongs to me at this moment, and I will end it if you displease me,“ I groan as I thrust over and over, and her tight throat strangles my length. Her hands slap at my torso and thighs, trying to push me away, but I force myself deeper, until her nose is touching my pelvis. Her hair is a mess surrounding her face, and tendrils are stuck to the side of her jaw, as saliva spills from the corner of her puffy, stretched lips. I can feel my orgasm rising up my spine like a lightning bolt, ready to scorch me from
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“Is your pussy drenched right now, little toy?” I release my hold on the bra, and she skirts backward away from me, with fearful, panicked eyes. “I asked you a question, Doctor,“ I growl with annoyance, as she glances at the door from the corner of her eye. If she tries to leave this room, I will strangle her with that shitty bra, and fuck her dying corpse, until she’s bleeding from all of her holes. On second thought, I may do that anyway. Who’s going to stop me?
“You’re soaked, dirty little toy. You pretend you’re better than me, better than us. That you’re doing all of this for a righteous cause, to find out what happened to your cousin,“ I take the few steps necessary to reach her, and stroke my cock between her asscheeks, coating the warm flesh in my precum, and her saliva. I lean forward, my chest pressed against her warm, naked back, and flatten my lips against her neck. “The truth is you’re a whore, my whore, and you need me to use and degrade you, to make you what you were always meant to be. Mine. Ours.“ I bite down hard on her flesh as I push
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“What do you want?” “You.” The word hits me like a slap. It’s not declared with lust, it’s uttered like a possession. No, it’s demanded, as if there is no doubt at all that he’ll get what he wants. Fuck.
Maybe that’s why you want him, because he sees it, sees you. The part you bury beneath paper, rules, and guilt. All the darkness that you crave, and force down deep, because you know that unleashing it would be the end of everything you currently are. The liar, the faker, the monster who wears Caterina Vaughan’s skin. You’re just as guilty as they are, and you know it. Who are you really? Do you even know?
We wait in the waning light for the night to finally come, because then she’ll come. They always do, all of the pretties that want to be consumed and adored by us, and this one? This one belongs to us, only us.
Wren crouches in front of me now, head tilted like a puppet with a broken neck. “Do you want me to hurt him again?” he asks softly. “I’ll do it better this time. Slower. I’ll make him spill all his red blood, and paint the floor and walls with it. I promise, I can draw you a pretty picture, dolly.“ Behind him, the orderly groans, still alive, barely. I’m so distracted that I hadn’t even realized he was regaining consciousness.
Bash and Wren are crouching side by side, the twin mirrors of my undoing. They’re fallen angels who’ve become demons, sent here to tempt me, and the truth is I’m more than tempted. I’m wholly wrapped around their fingers, their claws sunk deep inside of me, where I fear I will never be free again. “He hurt you,” Bash says gently, as if I’m some scared animal ready to bolt. “That’s not something we forgive here.”
“Take it,” Bash demands forcefully. “Make it right, little toy.” I stare at it as a shiver races down my spine, but not with fear, with excitement. “No one will know, no one but us, and we’re yours, your creatures, little toy. We will protect you.” “She’s ours,“ Wren hisses, his fingers encircling my wrist as they caress my pulse.
My fingers close around the thin, sharp piece of metal. It feels cold and perfect, as if it has been made specifically for my hand. Bash smiles at me like a man witnessing holy communion. Wren whispers a riddle I don’t comprehend, something about wolves in coats of sugar and mercy, wearing masks of meat. Even his rabid insanity can’t dampen the feeling within me, the sense of rightness. The craving for blood and destruction, the one I have always harbored.
My legs shake, and Wren grabs onto my elbow, leading me to the floor, where I get on all fours, the shiv still clutched tightly in my hand. “Ple... ase...” the orderly begs, his eyes wide with fear. Look at him, Cat, look at how he cries so prettily now. He’s afraid of you, and he should be.
Wren pulls out of my mouth and turns away, and I almost beg him to come back. Saliva, precum, and tears coat my skin, causing my hair to stick to me. I go to swipe at my mouth, but Bash growls loudly in my ear, and bites down on my shoulder. “Leave it, I like you a mess. I can’t wait to see mine and Wren’s cum dripping out of you.”
His eyes shimmer, glassy and wet with too much joy, too much desire, too much her. I keep a watchful distance just in case he spirals too far, and I’ll have to step in and be the one to stop him. I can’t let him take her from us, from me. I need her now, just as I need my beating heart, and I won’t allow us to be parted.
“Do you feel it now?” I question. She swallows hard. “Feel what?” I brush her cheek, slowly and gently, and she doesn’t pull away, instead, she leans into my touch. “Freedom,” I whisper. “That thing inside you, Doctor. The one who watched blood spill and smiled. We know it. We love it. It will always belong to us.” Tears fill her eyes and spill down her cheeks as she nods. A breath. A shudder. A fall. She releases the chains around herself, and lets me see the real her. “Yes,” she sighs. “I feel it.” I lean down, mouth at her ear. “Good girl, now we’re going to both claim you. We’ll fill every
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