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“I didn’t?”
She specified it that way on purpose.
We stared at each other from across the floor. As our gaze locked, something primal stirred within me. Her hands were chained once again and propped up onto her lap. Pristine and pretty, all in white, she was the picture-perfect prisoner that I longed to sully. I’d defile her and make her beg. I’d taint that smug smile on her lips and replace that look with total and complete surrender. I wasn’t sure why the idea launched in my head but for a moment all I wanted was to spread her supple thighs and act on the desires that caused my fist to clench at my side.
My control was slipping . . . and Alice would soon find out what happened when I was pushed too far.
The tea was beckoning us both, sitting on a table to her right. But, for some reason, as much as it enticed me to watch her get lost in pleasure, I wanted this broken flower all to myself for a little longer.
“Have you had any more dreams, Alice?”
“I dream all the time, Doctor. It’s what I do best.”
I smirked, wanting to delve deeper into her dark psychotic mind. “What did you dream of last night?”
Her features changed as her brows drew together and the memories surfaced. Anguish took over and her lips trembled slightly as she looked away. I was fucking with her because I knew what happened the night before. Her screams still echoed in my ears and her violent tendency to inflict harm had leaped forward in bounds, forcing the attendants to put her down or suffer the consequences. We were all under orders to obey, to make sure she wasn’t touched in any way. Even if Alice was the cause herself.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But isn’t that what we’re here for, Alice? To allow you to free your demons? Tell me. What did you dream of?”
I was a persistent man if nothing else.
“There was so much blood.” Her eyes drifted toward the window, a forlorn look in their depths. “It was dripping from my hands and I couldn’t stop the penetrating red stain, my fingers extended outward. There were shadows that loomed over me, threatening, wanting to hurt and cause pain. Decaying corpses haunted my every movement with the intent to defile and degrade me in any way possible.”
I frowned, jotting down her words.
“Do you always feel this pressure? This need to be defiled?”
It made sense, in an odd way. She spoke of her innocence before Wonderland. This correlation meant she saw her own debasement as the result of her connection to that seedy underworld.
“Perhaps,” she answered noncommittally.
I included night terrors to her list of conditions.
My curiosity grew with every session.
I wondered if the dreams were before or after the use of the drugs. The tea had the tendency of creating these symptoms but in Alice’s case, it might be triggering memories, and that wasn’t the objective here. The purpose was to give her the illusion that I was here to help, when in truth I was instructed to keep her memories locked up just like the chains on her wrists. If she remembered, Chartreaux’s twisted game would end. As a result, he’d ration out his share of fury and bloodshed among us all. You never went against The Cat. If you did, if you betrayed him, he wouldn’t kill you, but he’d torture you until you wished that you were dead.
And then there was that familiar glimpse into what could happen if someone would disobey. Someone like me. I’d learned my lesson the hard way. I could only hope Alice wouldn’t end up in the same bitter end.
“Tell me more about these corpses, Alice.”
The faraway look in her eyes was outlined in terror. “Their flesh was marred and hanging off their bodies. Their eyes gouged. Sharp nails scratched at my thighs and arms.” She looked down at her hands as hot tears fell from her eyes.
Her body was covered in deep red grooves. Uneven scratch marks she’d managed to etch on herself the night before, when she’d broken out of the straps in her bed. The wear and tear on the leather had finally given way. I hadn’t seen the marks on her thighs yet, but I knew they were there, and they’d entice the viewer just likeheintended them to.
Damn him.
Watching a marred beauty find pleasure was surely a tempting sight. Even for me.
As I sat there, my eyes following the path of the teardrops that fell onto her pale white skin, I could only picture my tongue dragging along each wound. Outlining the deep marks as her sounds of pleasure echoed around us moments before I sank deeply inside her. If she wanted to hurt, I’d give her the pain she was seeking. I’d bestow every single ounce of agony she wanted as long as it was coated in pleasure on my cock.
I couldn’t help myself, and I walked slowly over, kneeling before her chair almost reverently. I dragged my hands across her thighs, skimming the surface as she winced.
This was the first time I had dared to touch her, and the thrill was like an electric jolt to my body.
“Let me see them.”
