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“Don’t let the door smack you on that fine ass on your way out then.”
I step around him and walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind me this time. I refuse to listen to see if he’s tempted to follow, so I crank the shower to warm up, and look around.
The bathroom is clean, modern, not too small. There’s a bath with a shower over it, and the sink is part of a vanity unit. There’s products in the drawers and cabinet. Way nicer than the ones I use at home. It’s eerie, but as I grab shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a loofah and even a fucking razor. I appreciate it.
Even the towels on the rail are fluffy, and when I grab one to take over to the shower with me, they’re warm.
Whoa. Thisislike a hotel.
Stepping carefully into the bath, I move under the hot stream and allow the heat to pummel the aches of the day away. The straitjacket really did a number on my shoulders, and it feels good to unwind and soothe my tired muscles.
Not that my brain wants to relax and rest like my body.What is with this place? I did terrible things – monstrous things the Judge said – and yet I’ve been sentenced to life imprisonmenthere. A place where they give us home comforts and real crockery, alongside knives and razor blades. It doesn’t make sense.
I can’t let that distract me from my mission though. I came here to do a job, and I won’t rest until it’s done. No matter how long it takes. I’ll just enjoy taking those beautiful disasters along with me for the ride. No one said I couldn’t enjoy myself while I’m here – have a little fun.
All work and no play makes Kayla a very stabby girl.
I refuse to think about work or my dark and depraved urges, so I force myself to consider the other residents as I wash my hair and body.
Hatchet looks to be the oldest, possibly been here the longest too. He’s the walking definition of the strong and silent type. His smouldering stare makes me tingle, and it’s not hard to imagine all the fun we could get up to together.
Then there’s Honeymonster. He seems sweet. Well, as sweet as a psychopath in an asylum can be, I guess. At least he was friendly. He has a bad boy vibe, but there’s something seriously boy-next-door about him too. I was fascinated by the casual way he whipped out a hunting knife at the dinner table and used the tip of the blade to pick his teeth. He handled it with skill and finesse. Just like I bet he could handle me in the bedroom the same way.
The others I need to study more closely. Though there’s no denying that they were all more than capable of catching my eye. I haven’t really had those one-on-one interactions though.
Just that one with Rat. Ugh. That guy gave me the creeps. Even just thinking about him now makes me shudder. He didn’t seem dangerous. Just deranged. And Satan said he was eating the counsellor’s entrails. She just casually dropped that bomb into the conversation. What a fucking sicko.
I mean, I’m all for a little bon appetit flesh, but why eat offal when you can feast on prime rib?
Still, I can’t help but wonder what Satan meant when she said Rat will no longer be an issue. What does that mean? Has he gone? If he has, where to? Or did she mean no longer an issue in the euphemism sense?
I shudder and switch my train of thought elsewhere as I shave and scrub my skin.
There was one other resident who caught my eye. Nightshade.
But before I can delve too deeply into twisted fantasies starring him and his demonically dark laugh, a noise outside the bathroom makes me pause.
I’m done anyway, so I turn off the shower anyway and wring out my hair. Probably should have grabbed a towel for it, but if there’s an intruder in my room, I don’t want a towel to hinder me.
I grab the razor and hold it tight in my hand, then climb out of the tub. Slowly, I cross to the door and pause with my hand on the doorknob. My heart is racing with anticipation. Am I excited or scared? Both. But I’m ready to have some fun.
There’s more shuffling from the other side of the door. A full thud. A muffled curse.
Well, that blows my theory that maybe Hatchet came back to take me up on my offer.
CASE FILE - HATCHET
Name: Forrest King
Age: 36
Height: 6’2
Weight: 72kg
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Brown
