My back arches so high I think my spine might actually crack. My vision goes completely white, a blinding, psychotic flash of light that swallows the room.
I’m screaming, a long, guttural, animal sound of pure release as my pussy clenches around the memory of his fingers, the walls of my vagina contracting in violent, rhythmic spasms that I can’t stop.
I cum in a heavy, desperate surge, the fluid hot and frantic. I cum all over his face, the spray hitting his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, coating him in the slick, undeniable evidence of my ruin. I’m pulsing against his mouth, my clit so sensitive that even the touch of the air is an agony of pleasure, my body bucking in the restraints as the waves keep coming, one after another, dragging me under.
Miller doesn’t pull away. He drinks it in. He licks the spray off his own lips, his eyes wide and fixed on mine, watching the way my pupils have swallowed my eyes, watching the way I’m sobbing and gasping, my face a mess of blood, sweat, and his own filthy greed.
I lie there, my limbs finally turning to lead, the world slowly fading back into the grey, drug-induced haze. My pussy is still twitching, still weeping onto his chin, and the room is silent except for the sound of our ragged, broken breathing.
He pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of a hand that’s stained with my blood. He looks at me—not with triumph, but with a terrifying, hollow kind of hunger.
“See?” he whispers, his voice a dark, jagged edge. “I told you I’d break you.”
I look at him through the swelling of my eye, my lip stinging, my body broken. I don’t say a word. I just let the blood and the spit and the cum settle on my skin, and I wait for the dark to finally take me.
Chapter
Two
HALLOW
The heavy steel door doesn’t just open; it slams against the padded wall with a sound like a gunshot, vibrating through the mattress and straight into my shattered nerves.
Miller jumps, his hands fumbling with the hem of my hospital gown, trying to yank the thin, blood-spattered cotton back over my hips. He’s frantic, his fingers slippery with the cocktail of my pussy juice and the blood from my split lip. He looks like a panicked animal, wiping his mouth with a sleeve that’s already ruined, his breath coming in shallow, terrified hitches.
The silence that follows is heavy enough to choke on.
The air in the room is thick, cloying with the metallic tang of blood and the unmistakable, pungent scent of a woman who has just been forced over the edge.
Aris stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharpagainst the hallway’s humming white light. He doesn’t move. He just stares at the bed. He stares at me.
His gaze travels from my swollen, purple eye, down to the crimson smear across my chin, and finally to the way my thighs are still trembling, my pussy still weeping a slow, steady rhythm onto the stained sheets.
“What the fuck did you do?”
The doctor’s voice isn’t soft anymore. It isn’t clinical. It’s a low, vibrating growl of pure, unadulterated fury. He takes a step into the room, and for the first time in ninety-six days, I see the mask of the professional crack.
He looks at Miller like he’s a piece of shit stuck to the bottom of his expensive Italian loafers.
“Doctor, she—she was combative,” Miller stammers, his voice cracking, his hands still shaking as he tries to tuck the gown around my waist. “I had to restrain her further. She bit her lip, she?—”
“Shut the fuck up, Miller.” Aris crosses the room in three long strides, his eyes never leaving my face. He reaches out, his fingers trembling with a different kind of heat as he tilts my chin up. He looks at the bruises, the raw skin where Miller’s knuckles met my bone. “I told you to sedate her. I didn’t tell you to use her as a fucking punching bag.”
I let out a wet, bubbly giggle, the blood pooling in the back of my throat. I look up at Aris through the one eye that isn’t swollen shut, and I give him a smile that is all jagged edges and madness.
“Oh, don’t be so modest, Miller,” I rasp, my voice a broken, psychotic whisper. “Tell the good doctor the whole list. Don’t leave out the best parts.”
Aris looks down at me, his jaw clenched so tight I can hear his teeth grinding. “Hallow?—”
“Let’s see,” I continue, the words tripping over my swollen tongue as I start a rhythmic, sing-song count. “Item one: Assault. Very visceral, very professional. Item two: Sexual battery. He really liked the way I tasted, Doc. Ask him about the way he licked my clit until I bled. Item three: Rape. Though I suppose in this building, you just call that ‘therapy,’ don’t you?”
“Hallow, enough,” Aris snaps, but his eyes are fixed on Miller, who has backed into the corner of the room, his face the colour of sour milk.
“And my favourite,” I whisper, leaning into the doctor’s touch, my eyes wide and shimmering with a terrifying, drug-induced clarity. “Item four: Theft. He stole the one thing you’ve been trying to kill for three months. He found the fire, Aris. And he poked it. You should thank him. I haven’t felt this alive since the day they dragged me in here in chains.”
Aris turns on Miller, his hand reaching out to grab the man’s collar, yanking him forward until they’re nose-to-nose. “You touched the assets. You compromised the patient. You’re not just a fucking animal, Miller—you’re a liability.”
“She’s a crazy bitch!” Miller screams, his cowardice finally boiling over. “She’s nothing! She’s a hole! Who’s going to believe her? Look at the chart, Aris! She’s fucking psychotic!”
