Page 5 of Burn For Me

“I only touched myself once this morning, but I have the urge again now. May I please be excused,” Marylynn asked, proving my point that those in this wing were unfixable. Marylynn wasn’t in here because she liked to have too much sex, although that was the root cause of her issue. No, she was here because she preferred public displays of attention, and the Governor of Florida got quite the show as she stripped and jumped on his lap at a five-star restaurant. It caused quite the scandal and took three people to peel her off him. but Impressively, she managed to get his cock out for the whole world to see before she was yanked off his lap. I had to admit the girl had balls and went after what she wanted.

“No, Marylynn, you may not. Did you have anything else you would like to share?”

“Only that I really want to fuck that guy. He’s hot.” She pointed to the orderly standing guard at the far side of the room. Her eyes found the Twit again. “Did you want to join? That would be a hot threesome. You’re really pretty.”

Twit’s nostrils flared, and she tapped at the notepad before moving on and dismissing Marylynn. “Derek, would you like to share today?” Her shit brown eyes found mine, and I lifted my shoulders in a halfhearted shrug.

“Sure, I’d like to get a better fucking meal in this place and scrubs that don’t itch my ball sac. And how about a rope to hang myself, so I don’t have to keep coming to these fucking share sessions?”

Twit gave me one of those disapproving scowls that parents liked to give. “I meant about your past, Derek. There’s no need to be sarcastic. This is our safe space.”

“Safe space for who exactly? You? Cause it certainly isn’t my safe space, and I doubt it is for anyone else. Besides, no matter what I say, nothing is ever going to get me out of here, so why bother?” I pointed a thumb at Adam. “He’s been in here seventeen years and counting. I don’t think sharing his feelings has gotten him any closer to getting out or feeling healed.”

I made little air quotes with my fingers. With each word I said, her face puckered into a sour and annoyed expression.

“So, back to your original question. Would I like to share? No, and if I have to, then it’s to complain about the bullshit treatment the patients get in this place. Don’t believe me? You eat the food or spend one night in a room here. Share my feelings. What a crock of shit.”

“I’d have to agree with Mr. West. These scrubs do chafe the boys. Something in a higher thread count would be nice for sheets as well. I do like to feel the softness against my skin,” Adam said quietly, drawing the attention of the entire room. That one innocent sentence made my skin crawl. Where others would picture silk or some shit like that, the look on Adam’s face said he was picturing skin and not in the way anyone would want.

“I third that,” one of the other patients said, and all those sitting around nodded their agreement. Twit looked at the group, whose attention she was losing quickly.

“Okay, that’s enough of that, moving on. Adam, would you like to share?”

A shiver raced up my spine as Adam straightened in his chair. I knew this was going to be good before he opened his mouth. Every now and then, this fucker showed his other side, which was so different than the tranquil appearance he wore most of the time.

“Well, I was sitting here thinking how much I’d like to hear you scream as I take the pen that’s in your pocket and stab you through the eye. And, how much I want to ride your writhing body to the ground, driving the pen in until it meets the back of your skull. Then how delightful it would be to use my bare hands to rip your stomach open like a wild animal and roll around in your blood while playing with your internal organs.”

Twit’s hand went to her heart, her mouth dropping open into a silent ‘oh’ as Adam leaned a little forward.

“And, how amazing it would feel to try and fit my body inside yours like you were a second skin. Of course, that is all before I stuff my cock into your eye socket and fuck it until I come. Gives a whole new meaning to impregnating your mind, don’t you think?”

His maniacal laugh filled the suddenly quiet room as the Twit jumped up from her plastic chair, sending it clattering backward.

She comically yelped as it banged behind her. I laughed hysterically as Adam took the distracted moment to leap from his chair for her. All hell broke loose, and for once, I just sat back and watched this shit show ride out. Even the fights couldn’t compare to this entertainment. The fact that I wasn’t involved or getting punched in the face only added to the thrill of the drama.

The orderlies rushed in and grabbed Adam as he tried to bite off Twit’s nose. His teeth narrowly missed as she held him off while thrashing and screaming wildly for him to get away.

The others must have decided this was a good time to get into the fray. I couldn’t really blame them. The staff never did anything with us other than let our brains melt down and fry from boredom and drugs. What did they think would happen? Did they picture everyone holding hands and singing Kumbaya?

The only one that didn’t leave their seat was Marylynn, who shoved her hand into her pants and was in the middle of rubbing one out. I smirked and crossed my arms over my chest. Then as more orderlies arrived, I pushed my chair back to give them room like a good little soldier.

I didn’t think Twit would be back after this session. It had become a bit of a sport to see how long it took to drive the next therapist away. I had to hand it to Adam. He was going to end up in solitary for that performance, and yet I’d pay money to see it again.

“Let’s go West,” an orderly said, laying a hand on my shoulder.

Normally, that would piss me the fuck off, but nothing could upset me right now. I slowly stood and walked out, and my smile grew wider as I spotted Adalyn in the hallway. She gave me a shy smile as she continued to fill the little paper cups with medications. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I passed and noticed her shifting around her stand so she could do the same. She was this ray of sunshine in a very dark place that would steal your soul and leave you bleeding in its wake.

“For once, it wasn’t you starting shit,” the orderly said as we got to my door. I made my way inside the small room that I called home.

“And you guys think I’m the sick fuck,” I said and turned to face the orderly who hadn’t bothered to put the cuffs back on me. If I’d been in a different mood, that would’ve been an error that could’ve cost him his life.

He let out a little laugh. “You don’t fool me, West. You are a sick fuck, but on the fucked-scale, you’re more bright orange than red.”

As the door locked in place, I pondered that thought, and I was left watching Marylynn through the small window. She was struggling and screaming hysterically as they dragged her into her room.

“Fuck me! I need to come! Please fuck me! No, don’t tie me up! No, no, don’t leave. Please don’t leave,” she wailed as they left her room and closed the door with a bang. The vibration from the metal door was loud, but she was louder. She shrieked so harshly that I could hear her as easily as if she were inside my four walls.

Shaking my head, I wandered over to my bed and flopped down to stare at the ceiling. I had no idea how long I’d laid there in the quiet, the minutes ticking past, when the lock on my door softly clicked. I assumed it was an orderly but sat up as Adalyn slipped through the narrow opening and closed the door softly behind her.