“You wouldn’t have thrown away my goddamn pudding. Because…”
I tilt my head at her, while I examine her wide eyes, as she tries to pretend she’s calm.
“Nobody would be that fucking stupid.”
Placing her hands on her hips, she speaks, and her voice comes out shaky, betraying her, as she tries to appear unafraid.
“Patients aren’t allowed to go into the kitchen, Raven. You know the rules, and you broke them. The normal punishment would be confinement. Perhaps that’s in order.”
That one word, mixed with my missing pudding, is enough to set me off. Apparently, the staff needs another reminder about fucking with me.
“Confine me, Nurse. Go for it.”
She steps forward nervously, and I fight back my laughter.
“Hands behind your back, Raven.”
I do as she says, and when she steps closer, I grab her by her bun and hold her tight, as I remove the scalpel from my pocket. Taking the cover off with my teeth, I yank her head, so I can put the cap in my left hand, and hold the blade to her throat.
“You and I are going for a walk. Fight me, and I’ll spill your blood all over this goddamn asylum.”
“What the fuck, Raven?”
I chuckle softly, as Dr. Death comes up behind me, and catches me with Nurse Ratched. That’s not really her name, but it’s what I call the cunt.
Miriam Hatchett currently sits in a chair in the basement, tied up, and screaming endlessly, while I slowly peel the skin from her face. This is not a new scene for the doctor. He has witnessed it many times before. So many times, in fact, thiscorner of the basement has become my play room of sorts. People that piss me off frequently end up down here.
“What did she do?” He asks, while he stares at what’s left of her face. Her eyes dart back and forth anxiously. Her skull is exposed, without the skin protecting it. The eyes are my favorite, because they stand out far more than they do in a face with the skin still attached. It’s fascinating, but that’s not why I do it. I simply like inflicting pain and sheer terror. She can’t move, because of the straps around her arms, over her chest, and all the way around her back. Same with her wrists and legs. The only thing she can do is sit here and take it, while she prays to her almighty God to save her pathetic life. Too bad the rosary around her neck won’t do a goddamn thing to protect her.
The medical staff knows what I do. It’s why I’m allowed to roam the halls. They fear me. While a scalpel makes it easier, it’s not a requirement. My creativity knows no bounds. I’ll use what I have access to.
“She threw my fucking pudding away.”
“She threw your fucking pudding away?” He asks, as he stares at me like I’m insane. He won’t dare say the words to me, because sometimes it causes me to snap. I’ve heard about what a crazy fucker I am, since I was a kid. I have good days and bad days. On good days, I laugh it off. On bad days, I cut your skin off. So it’s a dangerous game to play, as Alexsander knows very fucking well.
Turning to him, I point the scalpel in my hand at him.
“Is there a fucking echo in here?”
He holds his hands up, as if to tell me to calm down.
“Easy, Raven. We’re good, man. Remember, my lawyer has everything.”
I turn back to the nurse, as my irritation with this fucker builds. He has told me, more than once, about these fucking papers that his lawyer has. Although I’ve never seen them,apparently it’s information on me, including who my father was. His attorney has instructions that, if Alexsander dies, he’s to hand everything over to the Bonetti Brothers. I don’t really give a fuck about keeping the old man’s legacy together. And I’m not afraid of them, but I’d prefer to not deal with them either. I learned everything I need to know about the Bonetti bloodline from my father, and his brother. I have no use for any of them.
Miriam’s crying begins to get on my last nerve, along with the asshole standing here watching me. Grabbing a dirty cloth from the supply rack beside her, I stuff it into her mouth, as I continue artfully pulling her skin down over her nose. I stand back and admire my work, like an artist would his painted canvas. It doesn’t always work this well, but when the skin comes down in one solid piece, it’s flawless, and makes my chest swell with pride.
Turning to Dr. Death, I grin. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
He shakes his head with disgust, and murmurs, “Not really. It’s sick.”
I point my bloody scalpel at him again in warning.
“That’s funny coming from you. The man that literally had a woman locked in an insane asylum so he could fuck her? I wouldn’t have needed to do that.”
His retort is quick. “Stop fucking pointing your bloody scalpel at me. I will call my lawyer. Your brothers will be here before you can saychocolate pudding. You can act high and mighty, but we both know you’re going to take pleasure in my pretty little fuck doll. You’re lucky I’m willing to share.”
I don’t respond, and he turns and walks out of the room. After finishing with the nurse, I smile down at her.
