32. Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Avery
I barely had time to catch up with Theo before the guards came looking for me.
It took every bit of willpower I had to not vomit on the floor at the thought of being near Elsher. The guys seemed nervous as well, but I heard them whisper something about keeping him occupied while Byrone sorted something out.
Despite Elsher's scowl and protests, Theo and Grey positioned themselves outside his door in the hallway, standing guard while I did my duties.
It turns out my companion for this week is Siobhan, her face confirming she's equally annoyed at being placed here.
Elsher has us sorted out paperwork—much like Arthur did when I had my punishments with him. Except this time, it isn't confidential information or unnecessary copies.
Research papers depicting studies of mental health and treatment methods keep us occupied, and I spend the entire hour literally biting my tongue at the silent jab.
Thankfully, Siobhan seems oblivious—just more annoyed at having to be here.
We don't speak at all, just sort through the paperwork as quickly as possible while Elsher leers at us from his desk. When our time is up, Grey and Theo walk in, glare at Elsher, and promptly escort both of us out. If Siobhan is confused by my entourage, she doesn't show it. If anything, she seems relieved to be getting away, giving me a small careless wave before disappearing into the hall while we wait to get taken to classes.
Grey sticks by my side the entire lesson, much to Charmaine's obvious appreciation that he's present for once. And when free time starts, I fly into Theo's arms in the library.
"Fuck, I was so worried about you," I grumble into his chest.
Theo's arms tighten around me as he laughs softly. "I think of it as a mini vacation. The only downside is being away from you."
The three of us sit at the table, and despite their heated stares on me, I can sense tension in the room. When they make no move to throw themselves at me, I finally snap, throwing up my hands in exasperation.
"What the hell is going on?" I ask.
It's clear something has happened behind the scenes. Damon has gone to deal with something, and I'm still suspicious as fuck that I found all of them in Dr. Smith's office. And as happy as I am to see Theo, there's no way Whittingham freed him early. Something is going down and I want answers.
"Alexander's judge friend passed the order," Grey answers calmly. "We're just trying to figure out what to do next."
I frown, heart sinking. "Oh," I mutter. "Shit—is Damon okay?"
Grey raises an eyebrow at me suggestively. "I don't know, little killer. Is he okay ?"
My cheeks flush and I look away. I can feel them both staring at me, amused. I guess that answers the question about whether or not Grey would have a problem with my new situation.
"He was fine," I mumble, embarrassed. "I only assume you had a helping hand in it."
Grey laughs, grinning at Theo. "I bet you're so proud."
"That you finally listened to my advice?" Theo shoots back. "I was starting to think you were a lost cause."
The playful banter brings a smile to my face, and I look back, giving them both a gaze of appreciation. "Thank you."
"It will be good for him," Grey says quietly, scratching the table with his black nail. "And for you."
"Are you okay?" I ask, genuinely concerned.
He looks up, giving me a soft smile. "I'm more than okay," he says, reassuring me. "As long as I have you, everything is okay."
"I'm not going anywhere," I tell him, my voice full of promise. "I mean it," I add, looking at Theo.
Theo nods, smiling at me. "We know. But if either of these assholes give you grief, I make no apologies for my reaction."
"Hey," Grey interjects. "I could say the same about you."
"Whatever you say," Theo snorts. "Just remember who ripped Hallman's finger off for touching her."
"And you remember what happened to him after that," Grey snipes back. "Just disappeared into worm food—such a tragedy."
There's no sympathy in his tone at all, and my brows furrow, my thoughts returning to Vivian.
"Has anyone checked on Vivian the past few days?" I ask.
Grey gives me a grin, calming my nerves. "We're keeping an eye on her."
He doesn't elaborate on it further, his tone suggesting that something—or someone—else may be involved, but I don't push it.
The library door swings open, the three of us looking up as Damon strolls in.
"It's done," he says, and the other two nod.
"What's done?" I ask, confused.
Damon sits down on a spare chair, giving me an amused look. I'm perched in his usual chair—the Cirque des Morts throne. "Byrone, Jillian, Leighton, and Andy have set up the cameras. We're feeding the live stream back to our laptops. I have them watching the facility now. We also managed to hide one in Arthur's office."
"That's great," I remark, straightening up. "We'll be able to listen to his conversations. Might give us some leverage on how to stop them."
"Yes," Damon confirms. "Though we suspect they will be digging into the funds straight away."
"Will they bleed the fund dry?" I ask.
Damon shakes his head. "Not for a while. But I have no doubt my father will find ways to funnel money out for his own benefit now. We'll probably see Arthur later when he comes to gloat."
"Fuck him," I breathe out, the three of them glancing over at me with amusement. "I mean it. We're going to bring them down."
"We will," Grey agrees.
A vibration cuts us off, Damon digging into his pocket. He looks at his cell, frowning. "Well, fuck. That was not a development I expected."
"What is it?" Theo asks calmly.
He puts the cell on the table, eyes sliding over to mine. "We need to pay a visit to the morgue."
"Oh, my fucking God," I whisper, horrified.
I've come to accept that there are no lines that Whittingham or Alexander-fucking-Dale will cross. But this… this right here, is not one I could have predicted.
Judging by the expressions on their faces, nearly could Damon, Grey, or Theo.
"She really is fucking dead," Grey murmurs, slamming the cabinet door shut. "Huh—Go figure."
I stare at the closed metal door, eyes wide as images of her stricken face remain in my mind. "He had to have done this. But I thought he liked her…"
Dorothea's cold, rigid body is burned into my brain. When the guys said she was apparently out sick, I thought nothing of it. People take sick days all the time from their jobs. But when Damon got a text from Byrone, telling him that he overheard a guard on the live feed talking about the receptionist being found dead this morning, we needed to come check if that was true.
On the way here, the guys filled me in on how she was absent this morning and Dr. Smith had stolen the card for solitary confinement. It was odd, but gave them the perfect opportunity to get Theo out. Little did we know the truth.
She was here the whole time.
"Arthur doesn't like anyone but himself," Damon comments.
"Could he have really done this though?" I question, honestly terrified.
I've come to love all their darkness, accepting the fact that they have done bad things. But in hindsight, the bad things they did… it was all retribution—a fucked-up version of mental health vigilante shit.
But Whittingham… and maybe Damon's father… if they are capable of turning a blind eye to torture and death here, it probably shouldn't be that much of a surprise that they would kill too.
"Absolutely. He's a selfish pig," Grey points out. "She was probably getting too clingy or just collateral damage. He's too busy focusing on his plan with Alexander. She was likely in the way."
My thoughts go back to his office—the candle on his desk. "She gave him a gift with her face on it," I mutter, unsure how to feel. "I think I broke it though when I set his desk on fire."
Theo looks at me in pleasant surprise. I shrug back sheepishly at him. "It was a whole ass thing."
"Either way, we know he'll cross any line. That's why we have to hit back straight away," Damon interjects.
I let out a breath, shaking my head. I'm disgusted with Arthur. Even though I knew he was a conniving bastard, to hurt someone who obviously cared about him, it's triggering .
She was a bitch to me, but she was capable of love. And he used her—tossing her aside when she was no longer valuable to him.
They take. And take. And take.
My vision becomes a sea of red, and once again, before I realize I'm doing it, I'm flinging a metal tray full of medical utensils against the wall in anger.
Inside my head I'm screaming. I keep those in though, pacing the room with my hands on my head as the three of them watch me in concern.
"Aves?" Theo calls out, but I can barely hear him.
"All they do is use us," I spit out angrily. "They are revolting creatures. Why did she have to die? Why do they have to torture us?"
My voice is getting louder with each sentence, body shaking as I walk. Someone grabs me from behind, pulling me into a bear hug.
"It's okay," Grey's voice soothes. "We're not going to let them hurt you again."
I spin around, letting him see the frustrated tears that have built up in my eyes. "How can you be sure? Because if it's not me, it's you. They will come after you next. Or Theo, or Damon. Or someone else we love."
He grabs my face in his hands, leaning down close. "Breathe," he says softly. "I know this is a lot."
"I don't want to breathe!" I yell. "I want this to stop!"
In my mind, I see the water flooding out. And just like Dr. Smith predicted, I can't seem to stop it.
Suddenly, I feel trapped, like I'm suffocating. I gently shove Grey's chest, taking two steps back as I start throwing more things, smashing them into the wall. I can't seem to stop but I'm grabbed again, someone's warm back pressed up against me.
"Aves," Theo says from behind. "Focus on us."
I struggle, trying to get out of his grasp weakly, but he holds tight. Damon steps in front of me, green eyes scanning my face. He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn't. Instead, his hand shoots out, wrapping around my throat.
The unexpected squeeze takes me by surprise. I freeze, snapping out of my thoughts to look at him properly.
When he realizes I'm back in the present, he nods at me. "There you are," he says, stroking my jaw with his thumb.
My chest heaves with shaky breaths, but I'm distracted by him. He steps closer, using his hand to tilt my neck back. Soft lips find mine, and it's like a switch on a radio. The chatter turns off, my body relaxing in between him and Theo as I kiss him back.
Damon pulls back, checking my face one more time before dropping to his knees. My lips part in shock as my legs threaten to buckle. It's one thing to be on his knees for me in the kitchen, but to do so in front of others—to show his surrender, his vulnerability at revealing his feelings—that means something .
He rips my skirt and underwear down my legs in one clean swoop. Dragging a finger along my slit, he looks up at me, voice firm.
"This belongs to us. And with that, it means we will protect you."
I let out a gasp when he slides a finger into my body, my head falling back onto Theo's chest. I feel Theo's arms tighten around me, holding me up as Damon pumps his finger in and out of my pussy.
"We protect what's ours," Damon murmurs, curling his finger. "Don't we, Grey?"
"That's right," Grey answers, stepping to my side. He grabs my face, turning my head to look at him, so that his lips can press into mine.
The three of them touch me at the same time, silently promising to keep me safe. Having all of their hands on me is blinding, my mind going blank as my heart races.
Theo pulls my shirt off, tossing it aside, followed by my bra. The cold air of the morgue sweeps over my body, but I can't feel it as six hands explore my body in unison.
Another finger slides into my warmth while a hand squeezes my breast. A set of lips press to my neck while Grey smashes his mouth to mine harder, swallowing my moans.
I'm not sure where I start and they begin, and my hands fumble as I try to touch them all. Through my hazy vision, I watch as they pull off their clothes, dumping them into a pile onto the floor.
My body flushes with need as I feel their cocks brushing against me, already hard. I grab Grey's first, wrapping my fist around his length as I pump him slowly, moaning into his mouth.
Damon's thumb brushes over my clit, his warm breath making me shiver before his mouth closes over it. My hips jolt toward him, pushing him closer into my body. His tongue swirls around my clit as his fingers slide eagerly into my body.
"We got you," Theo whispers into my ear, my hand reaching behind me to grab his cock that's pressed into my ass. He growls in response, tugging my nipple with his fingers.
"I need you all," I murmur into Grey's mouth. "Fuck—I need you, please."
A wordless conversation appears to pass between them, the three of them slowing their movements. Damon removes his fingers, and someone lifts me, gently lowering me onto him as he lays back on the ground.
My knees hit the cold floor as my hands fall onto his chest. Our eyes lock, Damon smiling at me as he reaches down between us. He grips his cock, positioning it at my entrance. I don't wait for him to move, slowly sinking down his length until I bottom out.
"Fuck," he growls, eyes flashing at me. "Your tight little cunt was made for us."
His hands grip my waist, holding on as I rock my hips back and forth.
"Yeah?" I say breathlessly, using my hands on his chest to steady myself. "Maybe you were made for me."
Something else flashes across his face, before he jerks his hips up, impaling me. He thrusts hard, bouncing me as he goes as deep as he can.
I feel a hand on my back, pushing me forward. I let it—laying flat against Damon as moans and cries spill from my lips.
Finally, he slows his movements, and I gasp when I feel a tongue on my ass. Damon holds me against his chest, restricting me from glancing behind to see who it is. But then Theo appears at my side, dropping to my level.
"Does his cock feel good?" he asks knowingly. "What about Grey's tongue?"
My pussy clenches around Damon's length in response, my head nodding as the man underneath me lets out a groan. Theo strokes my cheek before standing up, walking over to the cupboards and opening the doors. I'm too distracted by Damon and Grey to pay attention, but he finds whatever he is looking for, throwing something to Grey.
When he moves back from my ass, Damon takes control, thrusting into me again. I let out a cry, digging my nails into his pecs.
Something wet drops onto my ass, followed immediately by a finger massaging it in. The thrusting slows, but doesn't stop, as Grey pushes inside.
"Your ass is just as greedy," he muses, gently stretching me. "I can't wait to fuck it."
I gasp softly at his words, hips jerking at the new sensation. A small rush of panic hits me but he quickly reassures me.
"It's okay, little killer. I'll go slow—I'll stop anytime if you need."
His words comfort me, and I rock back into his hand, testing my limits. He groans as I take him deeper, before his hand squeezes my ass cheek.
"Fuck… you drive me crazy."
"Good thing we're in an asylum," I joke, rolling my hips. Damon growls underneath me, hands squeezing roughly.
Theo returns to my side, dropping to his knees. His eyes are watching Grey's movements, and when I feel his finger leave and the head of his cock push against my ass, Theo reaches between my thighs, finding my clit. He circles it with his finger, round and round, as Grey slowly inches into my ass.
I whine as he stretches me, laying my head flat on Damon's chest. Damon stays still, giving me a moment to adjust as Grey slides in—only a thin wall separating their cocks.
It's uncomfortable, but the feeling quickly subsides as Theo plays with my clit, my whole body clenching around Damon and Grey. And when I let out a loud moan, they both start moving.
Words can't describe it—the utmost feeling of being full while pressed between two bodies. They move in unison, like they always do as the perfect team, complimenting each other's pace.
My head feels foggy as I'm overwhelmed with pleasure, barely able to focus as they thrust into my body.
They move faster, changing rhythm so that one enters me while the other pulls back. Moans and cries spill from my lips in a heated mess, and I reach a hand toward Theo.
"You too," I manage to mumble, grabbing his cock.
His eyes darken even more, slowly removing his hand from between my legs to kneel closer. I lift my head as much as possible, pulling him into my mouth as I wrap my hand around the base. I hollow my cheeks as I suck, pumping my hand as I simultaneously bob my head.
"Look at you taking all of us," Theo murmurs with a groan. "You're fucking perfect, Aves."
"Yes, she is," Damon replies, slamming into me to emphasize his point.
My eyes lock onto Theo's hips, my hand letting go of his cock to drag my finger along the tattoo I placed on him.
This reminds me of that—a sensation that feels painful at first but quickly becomes pleasure. Like the tattoos Theo marked me with, or the cut on my thigh from Grey, it's overwhelming in the best way.
It's raw, unrestricted emotion and need. Enough to shatter my world and make me forget about the horrors that live behind closed doors.
My escape. A fulfillment.
My hips are pulled back slightly to make room as Grey pushes his arm between mine and Damon's bodies. His hand lands on my clit, fingers on either side as he rubs in time with his thrusts.
I moan against Theo's cock as my eyes roll into the back of my head and Grey squeezes my ass with his other hand. "Are you going to come for us, pretty girl?"
"She's clenching down on me so fucking tight," Damon growls, placing his hand on the back of my head. He pushes me forward, making me take Theo deeper into my throat.
Theo lets out a loud throaty groan at the sensation, jolting his hips as he slaps his hand over mine, pinning my fingers against my own name on his skin.
It's all too much—the feeling of all of them in me at once. Hands touch me everywhere while their cocks fill and stretch my body.
I can feel the tension building, higher and higher until it finally breaks free, exploding and shattering me into a million tiny pieces.
As the orgasm rips me apart, my scream is muffled by Theo's cock as I shake between them. Grey lets out a groan, slamming into me before he stills, his own climax hitting him just as hard.
Damon is next, his hand fisting my hair as he pushes me hard onto Theo, hips jerking my body up as he growls deep in his throat. I feel him release inside me and my nails dig into Theo, breaking the skin as I choke on his shaft. But I don't pull back, my lips pressing down hard around him, desperate for him to find his release too.
It doesn't take much more, a string of curse words falling from Theo's mouth as he squeezes my hand, leaning over as he spills into my mouth.
Before I can swallow, Damon grabs my throat, tilting my head back as his fingers dance along my skin. "Show us," he orders. "Open up."
I part my lips at his command, his green eyes flashing proudly. Grey pulls out of me and slides round to my side next to Theo, the three of them staring at Theo's release on my tongue.
"Now, swallow," Damon demands, my neck moving under his hand as I do so.
His thumb caresses my bottom lip as I close my mouth. I'm hit with a wave of exhaustion, my body buzzing as I fight the urge to close my eyes.
"Let's get you back upstairs," Grey says gently. "Before the guards find us naked in the morgue and I have to kill them for seeing your perfect, thoroughly-fucked body."