“I don’t want to get pregnant.”
Dr. Death stares at her before he laughs.
“Women only get pregnant if they want to be. It’s a choice. If it happens, I’ll cut it out of you, and make you fucking eat it.”
I turn to him with a snarl.
“Do you fucking mind? I’m trying to come.”
Bianca stares at me like she’s decided I’m the good one, when nothing could be further from the truth. She looks gorgeous, with her hair a wet tangled mess, her eyes red, and tears all over her face.
“Why are you doing this to me? Why?” she sobs uncontrollably. I don’t answer. Instead, I thrust three more times inside her tight pussy, and fill her completely. If she was upset and panicked before, it increases tenfold, when Alexsander comes over and places a needle to her neck.
“No,” she cries, as she frantically moves her body around, trying to stop the inevitable.
I run my tongue up the track of her tears and groan.
“Goodnight, little Lunatic. This is only the beginning. It’s going to get so much worse.”
Iwake to hands gripping my hair. My eyes fly open, and I spot a nurse in front of me with a scowl on her face. She pulls me down to the floor, as I glance up at her and try to figure out what the hell the problem is.
“I said, get up. You want to eat? Then get moving.”
Climbing to my feet, I open my mouth to yell, but stop when I spot Heather in my open doorway. She shakes her head no. The expression on her face appears to be a warning, so I heed it andkeep my mouth shut, while wondering how the hell this place can treat people like this, and get away with it.
The nurse aggressively pushes Heather out of the way as she walks out the door, shoving her into the wall.
Heather loops her arm around mine.
“Come on, Bestie. I’ll show you the ropes.”
“The ropes?” I ask, as we start walking.
“The do’s and don’ts. Who you have to watch your back with. You have to be careful around Nurse Sheila. I’ll explain everything while we eat. The halls have ears.”
We make it into the main hall, and she points some of the patients out, as we walk into the dining room.
“That’s Amanda. Don’t bother talking to her. She’ll never respond, because she’s too busy talking to herself. And Crystal. She has the eye patch, because she got into a fight with Nikki. They’re both crazy, I guess, but Nikki has big issues. She has D-I-D and, well, you never know what orwhoyou’re getting.”
“D-I-D?” I ask, because I don’t have a clue what she’s talking about.
“Multiple Personality Disorder, basically. There’s a few of those here, and Nikki has four personalities that I know of. One is a sweet child, another is a middle-aged woman that seems okay too, and then there is a teenager that always causes trouble. But the worst is a twenty-year-old. That bitch is violent and thinks everyone is the enemy, so it’s better to keep your distance.”
She nods to a large bald man, and speaks low.
“That’s Darren. Stay away from him. He eats people. If he does well in therapy, they let him go to the basement with a person.”
I don’t know what that even means, but I walk beside her and grab a tray after she does. We walk into the small kitchen area, and she smiles sweetly at the grumpy looking older lady workingwith food that looksless than appetizing. The smell might be worse than the appearance.
“Looks delicious, Mabel. We’ll take one of everything. We’re so hungry.”
I give her a strange look, and again, she shakes her head no, telling me toshut up.I do as she says, and follow her to a table.
She takes a seat, and I sit across from her. The tables are like you’d find in a school lunchroom, except these are bolted to the floor.
I whisper, “I thought you said not to get the mush.”
Shaking her head at me, she responds, “No. I said not to eat it. I did not say you shouldn’tgetit. Mabel takes great offense to anyone not wanting her food. She makes everything here, with the exception of the pudding, and if you upset her, you get extras you don’t want.”
