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“We are seeing some developments with Miss Lennon. She’s a very stubborn patient, prone to hallucinations, depression, and hysteria. It’s a very sad case,” Mr. Xav says as he slaps the girl.
I blink in surprise as I realize that in barely glancing at her, I didn’t notice she was unconscious or the cuts along her body.
“May I ask what you’re working on with her today, and why I’m here?” I question. I’m not here to be a wallflower, and don’t expect to be.
“Yes, I am teaching Miss Lennon negative reinforcement: every time she lies or refuses to answer my questions, she will receive negative stimuli. Today, I felt drawn to my knives as she has shown a history of cutting. If she enjoys it so much, why not turn it into a negative experience so she won’t want to continue to do it?” he asks with a small smile, squeezing her breast so hard that she gasps as she wakes.
I don’t know fuck all about cutting, but I don’t think that’s how it works.
Lennon. I can’t stand to not acknowledge her as I watch her whimper in pain, attempts to jerk away as Xav twists her nipple painfully. I’m so out of my depths, I didn’t think today was going to go like this.
Steeling a soul so black I didn’t think it could react, I walk heavily and confidently towards them. “So what else is she learning today?”
Mr Xav grins at me, reaching up and rearranging the ties that hold Lennon up on the steel table. Making them tighter on her wrists, and spreading her legs wider, her back becomes slightly arched. She is beautiful, and my cock thickens inappropriately. I would much rather she be in my bed moaning my name as I learn her body in a way I’ve never cared to with another.
What is it about this girl that draws this out of me? I don’t even know her. She could be weak and annoying.
Focusing, I realize Mr. Xav is talking again. “Miss Lennon, it may surprise you that we have been watching the men whose names you cry out to help you when you’re in a particular amount of pain. They never come, and they’re never going to. Do you know why?” he taunts her.
Lennon’s gray eyes narrow, and I know she’s going to say something that’ll hurt her. “They won’t come because you’re keeping me hidden like a modern day Frankenstein. You can’t mold me into something I’m not!” she screams.
Nurse Elaine walks up to Lennon, her fingers dragging along the pale, creamy skin that’s marked with knife marks and blood now. “You’re a stupid girl, you know that? We can do anything we want, and there’s nothing you can do to stop us. Can I stay and watch this time?” she asks over her shoulder to the man in charge.
Mr. Xav rolls his eyes, his green gaze mildly annoyed. “Yes, but please refrain from touching yourself this time. If you get too hot and bothered, please go find an orderly to fuck, alright?”
Nurse Elaine pouts, but moves away to sit on a chair up against the wall.I’ve seriously entered the Twilight Zone.
“Would you say Roark and Turner love you?” Xav asks Lennon.
Stubbornly she presses her lips together and I want to beg her to answer. Without thinking, I run her long hair through my fingers. “There are so many things you can be stubborn about,” I coo. “Why don’t you just answer him?”
Gray eyes meet mine, filled with anger, pain, and so much exhaustion. Why isn’t she sleeping?
A shuddering breath sounds as she holds my stare. Without looking at Xav, she murmurs, “They love me, Sir.”
I struggle to keep my breath even as I smile at her. “This way is so much easier.”
Letting her hair fall away, I feel as if I’m shattering my connection with her, and watch as her eyes shutter as if trying to close herself off. To keep a part of herself, but I don’t know how she’ll be able to.
“I have something to show you today, Lennon,” Xav says, his voice moving away from professional to more intimate. “It’s not going to be pretty, but you’ve been holding on so hard to these connections that you’re not truly embracing your recovery.” Xav’s eyes are intent as they stare at her almost with sympathy. I don’t think this man has held that emotion for anyone in his life. “Just remember, no matter what, we’re here for you.”
I half expect Nurse Elaine to snort in amusement at his canned empathy, but as I move to hold her in my field of vision, she’s simply watching raptly as if about to watch a show.
Confused by what’s about to happen, I see Xav with a remote dropping a television screen down from the ceiling. “We started watching Roark and Turner as part of your therapy. They brought you here for your own protection if you’ll remember,” he says softly. Lennon shakes her head, tears starting to well against her will.
“They wouldn’t. They love me. I can’t believe they would leave me here to be treated like this,” she keens in sorrow.
Xav shrugs. “Well technically, the world doesn’t know about everything that happens at Hidden Hills. They believe their loved ones are here to get better, and most are. Your own doctor gave you to me because you’re a tough patient. I think we’ll finally be seeing progress very soon. Do you think Roark and Turner still think about you?” he asks, striding forward to pull her hair back.
Lennon has this way of not looking at him I find. She stares at his forehead or his nose, but refuses to look at his colorless blue eyes. “Lennon, do you? It’s been almost a month since you’ve been here, and they are virile men with needs,” he reminds her.
Lennon shakes her head, her eyes focusing on his. Shuddering, she whispers, “They love me through everything. Of course they think about me.”
Blowing out a breath, he clicks play on the remote. “This was taken at a club very recently. Roark was propositioned by a man and he agreed. He didn’t appear to be under the influence of anything, I guess he just needed a hole to fill.”
Lennon’s eyes dart to the screen even as her body tried to draw in on itself to protect her. The bindings won’t allow it, and I follow her lead to watch the screen. Xav has decided apparently that emotional torture is more effective than the physical abuse that lays across her skin like a story. I don’t know how to feel as I watch the video. I’ve never been cheated on, haven’t loved everyone the way that Lennon loves this man.
And yet, Greg said Turner and Roark were desperate for information on Lennon.Those don’t sound like the words of someone wanting to fill a hole with his cock.
