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Chapter1
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Ipounded into my therapist as she screamed at the top of her lungs, her hips hitting against the desk. I thrust harder against her, making sure it bruised her skin enough to leave a mark.I wanted her to hurt. I wanted this bitch to suffer for humiliating me like this. A tall man dressed in purple scrubs stood behind me, holding my wrists, bound tightly with thick, red rope.. Another man dressed in similar attire held a whip, bringing it to my back whenever the bitch below me commanded it.
Dr. Sylvia Harkness had a sadistic streak that she took great pleasure in unleashing on me. The doctor always inflicted twisted and depraved punishments on me, often using her newest sex toys to maximize pain and humiliation. The first time they summoned me to her office and ordered me to strip, something inside of me snapped. Without hesitation, I lunged at her and my hands found her throat. I was so close to ending her life, but her two goons knocked me out before I could relish in the victory of it all. Since then, every visit to her office ends with my hands bound behind my back, rendering me helpless and completely at her mercy, forced to endure whatever sick game she has planned for me.
For fourteen days, they kept me locked in the isolation room, alone with my thoughts and the darkness that took over my mind. It was a dangerous place for me to be and the bitch knew it. Dr. Harkness gave me the green light to come out of isolation and mingle once again with the other patients.Though, her idea of mingling was my cock slamming into her cunt.
“Harder… harder.” She moaned, reaching behind her to grab me, but before she could reach me, I pulled out all the way and slammed back into her with enough force to move the table. I watched as her back arched from the impact. She trembled beneath me and I had to admit, I liked this view. I enjoyed seeing her look so fucking helpless and not being able to mutter a word. I just wished it was because I was squeezing the life out of her lungs with my bare hands.
She lay still, trying to catch her breath. “Get off.”
The guard holding my wrists yanked me back, leaving me unsteady on my feet.
“On your knees,” she commanded, and the guard pushed me down to my knees. She turned around and sat on the desk, spreading her legs wide and placing her feet on my shoulders.
White hot liquid oozed out of her cunt and my eyes followed her fingers as she spread herself open. “Lick it all for me.”
Before I could curse her out, the whip came down against my back, a painful sting left in its wake. The other guard pushed my head forward, and I was left to do exactly what she wanted.
I imagined her dying.
Not a painless death where she passed away in her sleep without a care in the world, no. My mind conjured up images of slicing through her skin with ruthless precision, digging deeper and deeper until I unearthed her heart and crushed it mercilessly in my bare hands. The satisfaction of seeing the life drain from her eyes fueled my sadistic urges, and I reveled in the thought of her choking on her own blood as I dragged the sharp blade across her throat, creating a crimson stream that dripped down in slow motion, forming a macabre necklace around her neck.
I thought about her dying. Every. Fucking. Day.
I leaned back away from her once I finished and spat on the floor next to the guard’s feet. He stepped back, startled, and brought his hand against my cheek. My blood roared as I looked up at him. He moved back a step, suddenly unsure.
“Hit me one more time.” I carefully pronounced each word. A calm delivery laced with a dark promise.
“Enough,” Dr. Harkness said. She jumped off the desk and bent down to retrieve her panties. She picked up a box of tissues and threw it at me.
“Clean yourself off. Our meeting is about to end.” She chuckled to herself before getting fully dressed.
The guards untied me, standing far away now that I was free.If this room held anything sharp, they would have already been dead, but Dr. Harkness made sure this room was weapon-free.
I plucked a few tissues and wiped the cum off my cock before shoving it back into my pants. I sat down on the couch across from where she sat while she fixed her hair.She wasn’t the naturally beautiful type, far from it, actually.To the naked eye, she looked about forty, thanks to plastic surgery tightening the rubbery skin around her face and neck. The bitch was pushing sixty and no amount of makeup could hide the tired, sunken hollow circles around her eyes. Plus, the hands always gave it away.
She had burnt-red hair that reminded me of the poisoned apples fromSnow White. I hated her as much as I hated that fairytale. When she finally finished messing with her hair, she looked like the doctor who was assigned to me and not some stank pussy bitch I picked up on the corner of the street.
“Today, there will be bingo in the main hall. Make sure you behave yourself and play along. Unless you want to be thrown back into an isolation again for another two weeks.” She smiled sweetly but her eyes said something different. “Unless you love spending time with me.”
“I’d love it more if you choked on my cock and dropped dead, slut,” I spat, but that only made her smile grow more.
“You’re dismissed. See you real soon.” She winked before moving her attention to the journal on her lap.
I stood up and walked out of the room, dreaming about the day I would leave this fucking hell. Against all odds, if I ever set foot outside the walls of Murdoch, my first order of business would be to give Dr. Sylvia Harkness a goodbye present.
A permanent goodbye.
My gaze fixated on a junior nurse passing by, her tray filled with glinting needles and sharp objects. A sudden thought crossed my mind. What if I grabbed one of those instruments and plunged it into her throat? Would they finally send me away from this drab place? As I slumped down in the main hall, awaiting the start of yet another mundane bingo game, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of disgust and boredom that consumed me. Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I remembered the sensation of pressing my lips against someone’s pulse, savoring the metallic taste of their blood in my mouth. Despite being surrounded by mediocrity, the memory of his delicious essence remained on my tongue.
I spotted a table in the center of the room. Surprisingly, it was unoccupied. I sat down heavily on the chair and leaned back, gazing up at the ceiling. The ironic thing about being in this psychiatric facility is that nothing we do or say is judged as crazy, because we’re all considered insane. We were all damaged in some way. Closing my eyes, I allowed my thoughts to drift back to the event that occurred two weeks ago— the event that landed me in isolation.
My seething dark moods had been building up for weeks, and two aides unknowingly walked into the lion's den when they barged into my room. My mind had been a raging storm, thundering with an insatiable desire to obliterate everything in my path. This sterile place had deemed me sick, claiming that my uncontrollable urge to destroy made me unhinged and depraved, but it was more than that. It had been a primal need for power and dominance that had consumed me from within.
One aide ventured too close to me and, without a second thought, I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of his neck. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through my body. As I savored the warm liquid, the other aide hastily fled in terror while more aides stormed in to sedate me. Unfortunately, he didn’t die, but they condemned me to two weeks of isolation.
