Page 2 of Burn For Me

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

With a flourish, she turned toward me and opened her arms up wide. “Well, in that case, how about we make it our first priority to not have you in that stupid white jacket? Wouldn’t it be nice to sit out here of your own volition?”

I snorted at the pipe dream she was painting.

“Spare me. They’ll never let me out of my room without this thing on. It’s like they think I’m a wizard or some shit, and if I have my hands, I can magically burn the place down.” Rolling my eyes, I turned my head away. No one needed to know I’d already figured out a couple of ways out of this hell and all of them involved burning it to the ground.

“Well, I’m a fountain of hope and optimism, so I’ll see what I can do.” She stepped up behind the wheelchair and placed her hand on my shoulder. “But unfortunately, that doesn’t stop me from having to take you back to your room now.”

“Don’t have enough pull to let me stay another five minutes?”

“Sadly, no. Hey, can I borrow you?” She waved to one of the orderlies guarding the sitting area. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you sorted out.”

She gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze, and I stared at her hand. Long after she let go of my shoulder, I could still feel the heat and impression of where her hand had been touching me.

I had rarely been touched with kindness in my life, but I hadn’t been touched here at all unless it was to beat me or torture me with one of their “therapy sessions.” It had been so long that I’d forgotten what it was like to be touched in any other way. My eyes found hers again.“What’s your name?”

“Oh, yes, sorry about that. My name is Adalyn, and I’m very happy to meet you, Derek.”She gave me a wink, and had to wonder if Dr. Wallace decided to torture me with a whole new mastermind trick. I wouldn’t put it passed him to screw with me like that. He took great pride in building me up, only to tear me down. He didn’t say it, but he didn’t have to acknowledge it verbally. I knew what lived under the disguise of the prim and proper glasses he had on his face, and none of it was good or kind.

“Adalyn, yeah, I guess that name will do,” I said, making her laugh.

It was too painful to think that there could actually be a little sunshine after all the rain? Adalyn hummed a soft tune as she pushed me toward my room, and even though I knew it was dangerous, I still couldn’t help hoping. I was a glutton for punishment, I guess.

Present Day

I smiled as the screams echoed in my mind, the flames dancing before my eyes as those inside the random building ran frantically like a bunch of mice. Hands pulled on doors that refused to open and banged on windows that wouldn’t break. I sucked in a deep breath relishing in the scent of burning wood and other things that would curl another person’s nose.

“Mr. West, stop that right this moment.”

I blinked as I was pulled out of the vision that felt so real. I could still feel the heat dancing along my skin. As my eyes focused on the man on the opposite side of the desk, I remembered where I was. The doctor’s hair had a mottling of salt and pepper in it, and his half-cut styled glasses made him look like my fifth-grade science teacher. Dr. Wallace pointedly glanced toward my lap, and I followed his line of sight. My hand was down the front of the white cotton pants they made us wear in this shithole.

I smirked, my lip curling up as my eyes flicked up to Dr. Wallace again.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like to see a cock being stroked?” Instead of stopping, I made my movement more exaggerated. “I always took you for the voyeur type. I mean, you like to watch everything else.”

One of the small pleasures I got in this place was pissing off all the humans that worked here. They liked to pretend they were there to help me but ‘pretend’ was the optimal word. I didn’t need or want their kind of help. It always led to tons of pills, white jackets, and other forms of fun that the doctor liked to cook up. What they failed to see was that they were not breaking me or curing me, not in the way they thought. No, they were molding me into what they prayed I’d never become. Their ignorance only fueled the anger that burned as bright as the flames of the fires I liked to set. The more they tried, the more I wanted their flesh to taste the lick of my brand of punishment.

“I said stop that,” Dr. Wallace barked out as he bolted up from his chair and slammed his hands on his desk. His reaction was fucking fantastic and spurred me on. I pulled the semi-hard cock out of my white pants to waggle it in the air at him. “Orderlies!”

“You like it don’t you? Admit it,” I yelled.

The door opened, but before they could get to me, I jumped up and smacked my cock off his desk. There was a sweet sting to the act as it banged off his desk, and I laughed hysterically at the horrified look on the doctor’s face. It was truly a beautiful moment and one that I would savor until I was able to end him permanently. The two large men each grabbed an arm and dragged me back from Dr. Wallace, my pants slipping around my ankles as I growled and pretended to bite at the men’s faces.

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Dave, the orderly, said and gave me a hard shot to my ribs. The air pushed out of my lungs with the sharp pain, but I laughed and fought harder in their hold. I was not their puppet. I’d never conform to the bullshit they spewed.

Those lingering in the corridor stared at the commotion, their matching outfits, a reminder that I’d end up just like them unless I took action. I refused to end up as an old man with a limp dick and dreams unfulfilled, and all personality wiped away by depression and heavy doses of medication.

As we reached my special padded space, I fought harder. I didn’t really care if I went into my room. In fact, I preferred the area more than anywhere else in this fucking place, but I wanted them to work for it. The orderly I deemed Jumbo Jim was gripping my right arm, and I wrenched hard away from him and unloaded my fist into his abnormally large nose. Jim stumbled backward, his hands going to his face as blood exploded like a miniature geyser from his twisted broken nose.

“Fuck, you fucking prick,” Jim yelled, but the confusion allowed me to get ahold of the back of Dave’s shirt and yank back hard. I twisted the material in my fist, pulling it tight against his throat. He slapped at my hand as I cut off his air supply and used him as a shield from Jim as he regained his senses.

Backing up into my room, I kicked my door closed in Jim’s face before he could walk through it. The joyful mania pumped through my blood until I took an elbow from Dave to the gut. I groaned as the air was knocked out of me for the second time, but I took him with me as I dropped to the ground. Dave struggled like a turtle on his back, his arms and legs flailing around as I held him firm to my chest in a choke hold.

Jim got the door unlocked, and a fist found the side of my face a moment before a third orderly, whose face I couldn’t see, stuck me with a needle in the arm. I knew they would give me whatever tranq. they deemed necessary, but I didn’t care anymore. I used to at one point, but that died the first year I was here. The strong drugs and little skirmishes were the only real excitement I got in this place.

Within seconds my arms felt heavy and weak, and Dave was pulled off of me and out of my hold. I couldn’t help it. I smiled up at Jim with the knowledge that I got one up on him. It was as delicious as the memory of sweet candy in my mouth.

Jim loomed over me, blocking out the light. “Put him on the bed and strap the fucker down. I’m so sick of you, West. I’ll be happy when they finally decide to move you to prison.”