“Maybe you liked thinking it wasn’t, but it is undeniable now.” I laugh. “It may have originally been about your mother or your selfish emotional needs. Now, it’s all about me and what I can do for your sloppy cunt.” I lick her neck, and she shivers. Heat plows across my back. I groan into her. “You hardly ran from me in the cemetery. Your little stabbing attempt was weak at best, and now you expect me to believe it was never about me when your cunt is this wet?”
I plop down to the floor. My cock weeps with pre-cum, though proving my point is more important than cumming right now. I take one of the syringes from my trouser’s pocket.
“P-please,” Violet stammers. “Please. Dr. Ambrose. Daddy. Don’t?—”
The needle pricks the crook of her elbow.
She holds her breath.
Blood fills the syringe.
“A paternity test will clear your doubts,” I say. “Perhaps you’ll finally be able to accept who you are.”
Once it’s full, I lock eyes with Violet as I lift the needle to my mouth. I squirt the blood onto my tongue and slurp it down. She wails, her entire demeanor soaked in liquid sorrow, but her hips gyrate. The bitch knows it excites her to see me drinking her essence.
“I suppose we need another,” I say.
This time, I prick her other elbow. Once I have what I need, I put the syringes back into the case, then stuff them in my trouser’s pocket and toss the pants to the floor.
I put my mouth to her elbow crook, directly against one of the puncture wounds. Hardly any liquid comes out, but I greedily suck in every drop of her vitality I can. She sobs, and I lift my mouth, chuckling down at her with red stained teeth.
“How can you do this?” she whispers. “I-I thought you wanted to save me.” Her eyes dart across the room, as if she can find an answer there, a reason for this madness. “I thought you wanted to fix me?—”
“Fix you?” I snort.
I stand at the end of her crib cage as I jerk myself, the taste of her metallic blood still coating my tongue. She trembles, and a vein in her neck rapidly quivers.
I climb into the cage again, readying my cock at her entrance.
“You think I want to purify you? Make you into a traditional woman with morals and values?” I laugh. “Tell me, Violet: why would I do that?”
Her hips twitch forward, desperate for my cock to make her forget her thoughts. Hovering over her, teasing her with the potential penetration, her escape—my glorious cock—is close, yet so far away. I hold still, not giving her what she wants.
“The world is impure,” I say. “Our fellow citizens are doomed. By becoming my perfectly trained, brainless toy, I am saving you from your worries. Your sole purpose will be to please me, and that will be your salvation. You will transform from a woman with ideas and concerns into my empty-headed, disgusting, obedient cunt.”
Finally, I thrust my cock inside her. Her pussy swallows me so easily, heat prickles down my legs. A full-body shudder pounds through her, my pubic hair teasing her clit. Tears continue to drench her. A smile stretches across my lips.
“Why are you doing this?” She shivers. “Please, Daddy?—”
“The only way to be saved, to be fixed, to heal is to fully accept yourself. You need this.”
She rams her hips toward me, close to orgasm. The dumb cunt is so easy, it’s laughable.
“Now, be a good fuck toy and cum for me,” I say. “You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”
I reach down between us and pinch her clit; her body convulses, a moan bursting from her throat. I fuck her pussy as hard as I can, hurting her with my cock. She sobs, but her orgasm is strong. Like a beast being slayed, she moans with defeat, falling over into nothingness.
I take my cock, my sword, from the beast’s womb. I kneel over her surrendered form, my cock inches from her face, and I stroke myself.
“Such a fucked-up little bitch,” I murmur.
She mewls, and that sad noise pushes me over too. I shoot white ropes of cum over her cheeks and mouth. She closes her eyes.
“This is torture,” she whispers.
Amusement swallows me, and I shake with laughter. In the normal world, treatment like this would never be tolerated at any sort of clinic, hospital, or asylum. There are protocols to help patients manage their daily lives, and doctors address their patients like equals; mainstream society strives for that sort of equality. In comparison, the world outside of this asylum is a utopia.
The Ambrose Asylum exists on a different axis though, where no one dares enter, not unless they want to disappear. There are so many acts of cruelty and violence within these walls, and yet my sweet one is hardly beginning to understand the extent of my power. To call tonight torture is humorous. Forcing her to eat my ass and take my cock is merely the beginning.
