Page 10 of Straightjacket

Immediately my smile falters, my mind instantly telling me where I am. “No, but I’m bored so let’s get a move on.”

I have no right to allow my mind to wander like it did, not whilst Iris is in danger. Not until I have her safely in my arms.

At my request, the nurse quickly wipes over the stitches then places the clean dressing over the top, pressing the sticky sides down firmly before lifting the sheet back up, then she makes a quick signal to the camera in the corner of the room, gesturing for the armed guard outside to enter the room. Dressed in all white, a gun and police baton attached to his hip, he strides confidently into the room.

“He didn’t give you any shit, did he?” His dark gaze flicks to mine, then warms when he turns to face the nurse and if I didn’t know any better, these two are definitely fucking in the cleaning closet. He has a face like a soggy, wet cloth and I bet my left nut that he calls her mommy whilst dry humping her.

Embarrassing really.

The nurse visibly blushes under his warm gaze, a shy smile pulling at her lips. “Nope. We’re all good.”

I figured she’d leave the part out where she was practically the colour of a tomato when she noticed my propped-up tent. We’d hate to upset soggy cloth-man, I see.

“Is that true?” He says, turning to face me and I scrunch up my nose at him.

“You have eyes, don’t you?” I snap back, my tone clipped.

The guard's shoulders hunch up, irritation apparent on his face. “Course’ I fucking do.”

“Well, if you’d have used them to watch the security camera, you would know she did her job just fine and I kept my mouth shut. Unless you’re due to have your eyes tested?”

At my sarcasm, he pushes the nurse to the side and jabs the end of the police baton into my wound, forcing a pained groan out of me.

“Keep running that mouth and I’ll make sure it’s filled.”

I snigger at his words, knowing that every time I push back, a battering blow is gonna hit me back in return, but I’ve never been the one to back down from a fight.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? I can see it all over your face, you like having your dick sucked, and not by her.” I flick my gaze towards the nurse, her brows dropping in confusion at my words. “And there’s no shame in that; men can be great at that shit but at least let your lady friend here know that you prefer cock over pussy.” I cock my brow and allow a smirk to form on my face, which only angers him more.

Should you really be pissing people off right now?

The voice scolds me like a child but I shove him away, refusing to listen to his reason even though I know he’s right, and with the position I’m in I should behave but I can’t, there’s too much anger in my system right now to be compliant.

A stabbing pain shoots through my stomach again as the guard jabs the baton harder into my wound, forcing a sharp breath out of my mouth.

“Do you really think you can play those games here, freak? That you’re not the one that’s trapped here with us. I wonder if your lady friend likes her mouth being stuffed, hm?”

Quickly the smirk on my face drops at the sound of him talking about my little demon, my fucking woman. Just hearing him talking about her in that way has the blood in my veins, curdling. It races around my body like a runaway train until the heart monitor begins to beep rapidly, the numbers growing higher and higher.

“I promise you now,” the threatening words slip easily out of my mouth, causing both the nurse and the guard to visibly pale. “If I find out that any part of her has been touched, even a whisper of breath across her skin, a single hair on her fucking head, I will rip you apart. I will tear you limb from limb; I’ll eat your fucking insides whilst I make you watch. Everybody that you love,” I quickly snap my gaze towards the nurse then back to the guard. “Will be on my shitlist next, and if you think that I’m joking, then I suggest you walk yourself back into that office, find my file because I know you have it, use your fucking eyes to read it and then come back here and tell me I’m joking because you have no fucking idea of who or what I am.”

Rubber squeals as the nurse tangles her hands together, fear as cold as ice radiating from her. She quickly pulls the gloves off and shoves them back into her jacket before turning hastily on her heels to leave, but she doesn’t get far when the guard grips her arm, stopping her in place.

“I think we should leave...” she whispers whilst keeping her gaze away from mine.

The guard shakes his head, brushing off her suggestion. “I don’t think so, this thing is nothing but a chained dog. There’s nothing he can do to us in here, in fact, I’ll prove it.” His words come out clipped and cocky. It’s almost like everything that I just said hasn’t touched a single brain cell.

“Mac,” she protests. “This is stupid, I’ve read his file. He’s not lying.”

“Fuck his file, he’s weak in here.”

Great, I fear we’ve got ourselves into a bit of trouble. What are we supposed to do now?

Of course he has to pipe up.

Keeping my face stoic, I reply. “Calm down, will you? Can’t you see we’re in the middle of who's got the bigger dick, and I can guarantee it’s mine.”

Yes, that’s probably true but–