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Date of Arrival: 09/04/2022
Sentence: Life imprisonment within the facility. Never to be released to mainstream incarceration for the safety of others.
Treatment: Ongoing. Initial reports reveal patient does not respond well to mandatory group therapy sessions.
Crimes: [REDACTED]
FACEFUCKED BY A SPECTRE
‘GHOST’ – CONFETTI
SNOW
Ever heard that saying, every time you yawn a ghost sticks its dick in your mouth? Well, I’m that ghost.
“There’s not an open window I won’t climb through, a lock that I can’t pick, a challenge that I can resist. The more dangerous and thrilling, the better.”
When you’re lying slack-jawed and snoring in your bed, I’m the one rubbing the tip of my cock back and forth across your drool-covered lips.
Ever randomly woken with a sore throat?
Yeah, that’s cause you got face fucked by a spectre last night. And let me tell you this; you fucking loved it.
“This is boring.” A loud, obnoxious yawn accompanies the tiresome, superfluous statement. I can surmise the speaker is bored through their yawn alone, even though I suspect they faked it. Their pathetic need to point out the obvious is as laborious to me as their disliking of my memoir.
I scowl fiercely at the bothersome chit who just arrived. Late, I might add. Tardiness is not tolerated at this facility. Even if it was Director Seytan herself that escorted the girl here and introduced her.
I don’t know why she’s here.
She’s nothing. Hardly in the same hall of fame as the rest of us. I don’t know how many people she’s professed to have killed, but I highly doubt the legitimacy of her brag.
And she has a stupid name. Who ever heard of a killer called Kookaburra? Barely enough to pique my interest, let alone be deserving of my respect. Not that Director Seytan introduced her as such, but the staff here talk. Whisper. There have been rumours for weeks that someone new was coming in, and when I bummed a cigarette from one of the night porters, he was good enough to let me watch the news with him.
Shewas all over it.
However, there’s no denying as I sit across from her and she raises her eyes heavenward at my story, that I find my dick stirring in my jeans despite my total lack of interest in the impudent whelp. She’s a fucking knockout, unfortunately. Curves in all the right places but slight enough to grip with one arm, long, luscious locks that would look great fisted in my hand while she chokes on my dick. Piercing green eyes that I’d love to fuck the life out of. And she has tattoos and piercings. She’s the total fucking package.
Looks like she damn well knows it too.
For a moment, I allow my psychosis to play out, and my dick hardens to the point of pain.
Crossing the room in three powerful strides, I stand before her. She doesn’t cower before me, no, that’s not her style. She meets my gaze head on, a challenge in her dead green eyes.Bring it,that glare says.
And I do.
I drop to one knee, under the guise of tying my shoelace or whatever, slip the knife from my boot, and then slash across her pretty porcelain throat before she can even blink. Dramatic. Showy. A shower of hot red elixir spraying my face and the walls, causing my tastebuds to come alive and dance. It’s as vibrant as her hair, as striking as the shock in her quickly dulling eyes.
I wouldn’t be able to resist running my fingers through my handiwork, staining my palms red with ‘hands that will ne’er be clean’. That’s Shakespeare. Pure fucking poetry. Iago may just be my hero because Lady M was a let down in the end. All women are.
And I wouldn’t want them to be. Clean that is. My hands.
Nothing is fucking sexier than dying my dick red with the hot blood of my targets as I desecrate their corpses. I fucking love a corpse. And I love fucking one too.
Her smirk tells me that she’d love it, the dirty bitch. Maybe she’s a fraction fucked up like me.
I can work with a sliver of darkness. I can nurture it, taint her, watch that black spot spread until nothing but corruption and sin and wickedness remain. Bliss.
“Kayla,” the therapist gently chastises, wrenching me back to a far less flavoursome reality. “I know you’re new here, but we don’t interrupt one another in group therapy sessions.”
