A serial killer is in myhomeright now. As we speak, The Carver is upstairs, sharing a bedroom with his doctor.
I’m chuckling into my scotch just thinking about it. I can feel Kent and Yari gaping at me like they’re afraid I might have truly lost my marbles.
But I mean, come on… That’s funny!
This highly respected,world-renownedclinical psychologist I brought here because of his sterling reputation, is now fucking his patient—my prisoner, one of the most dangerous humans in history—and has taken him home with him, to fuck and cuddle in the comfort ofmy house.
I have to say, I didn’t see that one coming.
The video of the ultrasound experiment was…enlightening. In many ways. I had no idea Lemuel was even interested in men, let alone murderous, sociopathic ones. But he’s officially sticking his dick in Felix Darcey, and acting like it’s no big deal.
I’ve gotta give him props… The guy sure knows how to display confidence, regardless of how loco his behaviors seem to the outside world.
Even so, I could tell themomenthe joined me down here that he’s way out of his depth. I could read it on his emotionless face, displaying the subtlest of insecurities. In his robotic movements that were suddenly so much morehuman.
After all, I’m familiar with such plights…
And sure, I could run upstairs and snatch Felix Darcey up. Deliver him back to the prison, and bitch-smack Lemuel Love for taking advantage of myunprecedentedgoddamn generosity.
Or, you know… Have Kent do it.
But if I can be candid, I simply do not have the fuckingenergyto fight right now.
I’ve been fighting for days, weeks, months…years.
I’mtired, and all I want to do in this moment is get shit-faced and wallow.
If Lemuel wants to bang a serial killer, who am I to tell him no? I’m not his father. Or the AMA, or whoever punishes doctors for behaving badly.
I’m probably thelastperson who can judge anyone’s actions.I’m Satan.
Lemuel Love’s had his own hardships… I know we all have, but his were pretty bad.
His Uncle Stephen… The pedophilic rapist who kidnapped and assaulted him when he was a teenager. His family covering it up… It’s a tough pill to swallow.
Who knows. Maybe being with Felix Darcey takes away some of that pain.
Mira, I’m not a goddamn matchmaker, regardless of how it sometimes seems in this place.
The number of relationships I’ve single-handedly made possible with this island is sort of astonishing.
And maybe I’m just drunk, but right now, I can’t help wondering what that must be like…
Being with someone.Havingsomeone, as more than just a pet, or a puppet or a pawn.
Paradise, over purgatory.
I dismiss Kent and Yari so I can be alone. But really, I just want to overthink in private. It only takes five minutes and one more glass before I’m calling him again.
I don’t expect him to answer. So imagine my surprise when hedoes.
“Yea?” Jonathan sighs, his grumbly voice stiffening me all over.
I’m way too deflated to be speaking toanyoneright now, let alone him. But he answered…
So here goes nothing.
“Hi…” I clear that breathy,humantone from my throat, sitting up straight. “Hello, Jonathan. I just wanted to check on you… To see how you’re… How are things going?”
