Page 4 of Burn For Me

“Three minutes, and I’ll be right outside the door.” Jim and the testosterone cloud surrounding him marched out the door.

Adalyn took the stethoscope off and put the little buds in her ears as she leaned over. I licked my lips as I stared down at the slim gap of her modest scrubs.

“I wish I had more time,” she whispered in my ear, and even in my drugged state, my cock twitched. “I see you, Derek. You’re more than they keep saying you are. There’s so much more to you.” She laid her hand on my cheek as she stood. “Try to behave. I don’t want you to leave.”

I wanted to lean into her touch and savor the sensation, but she pulled away before I could get my head to move.

Our eyes locked, and she smiled. It was the sweetest smile in the world. “Nevvver,” I said again, and she bit her lip, the action gaining another twitch from my cock.

“I hope you’re right. I’d miss you.” Giving me a wink, she walked out, and I let my eyes close once more.

My heart felt a little lighter just having her near me. When she first started working here, I hadn’t been very nice to her. I hadn’t been nice to anyone, but their response was always the same. They thought that if they’d beat me, I’d submit. When I growled at her like a grizzly, she would smile and act the same.

The shadows on the walls looked like they were dancing and spinning with little sparkles floating around. I gave my head a little shake to clear my vision.

For the first time in my life, I wished that I could offer her more than the four walls that kept me confined. She made me crave normal. I didn’t know what normal looked like, but whatever it was, I wanted it with her.

Whatever they gave me was a shit ton stronger than normal. One of the hauntling things pulled itself up onto the bed and sat on my legs.

“Ett daa ffff ooofff ooo mee,” I slurred at the ghostly thing, but it ignored me. Its long, wet-like hair brushed along my pants, making them wet.

Or did I pee myself?

I didn’t give a fuck either way.

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard as the words Adalyn said bounced around like a ping pong ball in my head. There was no way I’d let them take me to prison. I’d find a way to burn them all down before they did that to me. They wouldn’t take me away from her. I’d never let that happen.

“Riiigghtt,” I asked, the thing still perched on my legs. “Iiii buurrn iit dowwwn.” The thing looked at me then. Its wide lips looked odd on the smallish head pulled up in a grin. My eyes fluttered closed, the world slipping away as the drug finally yanked me under into the dark.

I slowly shuffled my way down the hall with the orderly chaperoning me. My stupid pants were caught under my sock-covered feet, making it slow going. And the stoned-faced orderly didn’t seem to give a fuck if I fell on my face or not. He had his hand wrapped around my bicep with my wrists in fun leather cuffs so I couldn’t break another nose. I mean, I could, but what good would it do? I’d worn the full gear before, which was annoying. However, I didn’t want to go back to that, so I was playing the part of a dutiful patient today.

I preferred to stare out at the garden or read a book in the corner, but it was group therapy time. Yay! I rolled my eyes at the concept.

I fucking hated group therapy which was run by a different doctor or therapist, or whatever the hell she was. It wasn’t Dr. Wallace, but she wasn’t much better. I dubbed her Twit because she was an idiot. Only an idiot did the same thing day in and day out and expected a different result. She genuinely thought that the people in this place could be rehabilitated. If she only knew that most had fantasies about her death or fucking her. For some, it was fucking her as they killed her, and they craved it. They smiled their fake ass smiles and nodded their heads at her every word as they dutifully agreed with the crap she spewed.

A wide grin spread across her face when she saw me. Her tight blonde bun on the top of her head made her look like one of those weird Teletubby things. Every now and then, one of the orderlies would find it amusing to put that shit on in the entertainment room.

Bunch of sadistic fuckers.

I wasn’t allowed in there, but it blasted down the halls louder than the screams of some of the patient’s night terrors. I genuinely liked to watch television. It sort of allowed me to feel like I was a part of what was going on outside these walls, but I never got to go in that room or spend time with the other patients. I was a bad influence, and apparently, throwing food at the shit on the television was not very nice. Boo-fucking-hoo. So, they had to clean up a little porridge off the screen and floor. I mean, any reasonable adult would’ve thrown something after listening to children’s shows for hours. I thought I’d shown restraint, but the food fight that erupted might have been the real cause for my ban. I smirked.

“I’m so happy you could join us today,” the Twit said.

Like I fucking had another choice, was what I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut. I was guided to one of the six chairs in the room and plopped down, stretching out my legs.

“You gonna be good, or do I need to leave those on you,” the orderly asked.

Sighing, I held up my hands so that he could undo the restraints. As soon as my wrists were free, I rubbed at the spots where the cuffs sat. You’d think that after so many times of having to be strapped to one object or another that I’d be used to it, but I still hated them.

The last of the group arrived, and I knew who it was. He made a distinct short shuffling sound due to the cuffs around his ankles and wrists that were attached together. I’d worn those a few times, but this guy never had them off when he was outside his room. Sometimes I wondered if they kept them on all day just to be safe, and I wouldn’t have blamed them if they did.

Adam was the most unassuming of the group. His small stature and weathered face had many of the orderlies pegging him for a genteel older man. I looked over at Adam as they sat him beside me. He smiled, the corners of his mouth turning up, but it was the look in his eyes that could make even someone like me shiver. I could feel the darkness that lived in Adam as surely as I could feel the itchy cotton material against my skin. I hadn’t believed in ghosts and demons until I was brought to this place, but what lived inside Adam wasn’t normal.

“Welcome, group. Thank you all for being here with me today. Who would like to start,” the Twit said. She smoothed out the simple blue dress she was wearing and took her seat as she clutched the electronic notepad. The nympho looked around the room and then slowly raised her hand. Her room was across from mine, and I heard her screams of release more than once as she either touched herself or talked an orderly into fucking her. It amazed me how there was a double standard even in a place like this.

If a male orderly wanted to fuck a patient, everyone looked the other way, but if one of the nurses wanted to get it on with a patient, it was sacrilege. The women were branded as lustful whores who broke hospital protocol and immediately fired.

“Marylynn, go right ahead.” The Twit smiled and pushed her fake-ass glasses up her nose.