Chapter 6
“What the fuck, Raven?”
I chuckle softly, as Dr. Death comes up behind me, and catches me with Nurse Ratched. That’s not really her name, but it’s what I call the cunt.
Miriam Hatchett currently sits in a chair in the basement, tied up, and screaming endlessly, while I slowly peel the skin from her face.
This is not a new scene for the doctor. He has witnessed it many times before.
So many times, in fact, this corner of the basement has become my play room of sorts.
People that piss me off frequently end up down here.
“What did she do?” He asks, while he stares at what’s left of her face.
Her eyes dart back and forth anxiously. Her skull is exposed, without the skin protecting it.
The eyes are my favorite, because they stand out far more than they do in a face with the skin still attached.
It’s fascinating, but that’s not why I do it.
I simply like inflicting pain and sheer terror.
She can’t move, because of the straps around her arms, over her chest, and all the way around her back.
Same with her wrists and legs. The only thing she can do is sit here and take it, while she prays to her almighty God to save her pathetic life.
Too bad the rosary around her neck won’t do a goddamn thing to protect her.
The medical staff knows what I do. It’s why I’m allowed to roam the halls. They fear me. While a scalpel makes it easier, it’s not a requirement. My creativity knows no bounds. I’ll use what I have access to.
“She threw my fucking pudding away.”
“She threw your fucking pudding away?” He asks, as he stares at me like I’m insane.
He won’t dare say the words to me, because sometimes it causes me to snap.
I’ve heard about what a crazy fucker I am, since I was a kid.
I have good days and bad days. On good days, I laugh it off.
On bad days, I cut your skin off. So it’s a dangerous game to play, as Alexsander knows very fucking well.
Turning to him, I point the scalpel in my hand at him.
“Is there a fucking echo in here?”
He holds his hands up, as if to tell me to calm down.
“Easy, Raven. We’re good, man. Remember, my lawyer has everything.”
I turn back to the nurse, as my irritation with this fucker builds.
He has told me, more than once, about these fucking papers that his lawyer has.
Although I’ve never seen them, apparently it’s information on me, including who my father was.
His attorney has instructions that, if Alexsander dies, he’s to hand everything over to the Bonetti Brothers.
I don’t really give a fuck about keeping the old man’s legacy together.
And I’m not afraid of them, but I’d prefer to not deal with them either.
I learned everything I need to know about the Bonetti bloodline from my father, and his brother. I have no use for any of them.
Miriam’s crying begins to get on my last nerve, along with the asshole standing here watching me.
Grabbing a dirty cloth from the supply rack beside her, I stuff it into her mouth, as I continue artfully pulling her skin down over her nose.
I stand back and admire my work, like an artist would his painted canvas.
It doesn’t always work this well, but when the skin comes down in one solid piece, it’s flawless, and makes my chest swell with pride.
Turning to Dr. Death, I grin. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
He shakes his head with disgust, and murmurs, “Not really. It’s sick.”
I point my bloody scalpel at him again in warning.
“That’s funny coming from you. The man that literally had a woman locked in an insane asylum so he could fuck her? I wouldn’t have needed to do that.”
His retort is quick. “Stop fucking pointing your bloody scalpel at me. I will call my lawyer. Your brothers will be here before you can say chocolate pudding. You can act high and mighty, but we both know you’re going to take pleasure in my pretty little fuck doll. You’re lucky I’m willing to share.”
I don’t respond, and he turns and walks out of the room. After finishing with the nurse, I smile down at her.
“I bet you regret throwing my fucking food away. Now you’ll be rat food. Enjoy.”
I wash my hands in the filthy bathroom down here, and make my way back to the main hall with one thing on my mind.
It’s unlikely the little lunatic has gotten herself into trouble yet, so I’m betting she’ll be eating lunch.
I can get into her room at any time, because I have a set of keys to everything here, but I want to approach her initially in what would be perceived as normal.
She’s far more likely to give me the information I want, if I appear non-threatening. Once I have it, she’ll see a personality switch that will knock her off kilter, and provide more fun for me.
I approach her table, and wave my hand at crazy Heather, who sits across from her, having a one sided conversation.
“Go.”
She jumps out of her seat and tilts her head back, glaring at me. Placing her hands on her hips, she says, “You don’t have to be so rude, Raven. And don’t bother threatening me. Fucking asshole.”
After she storms off, I take her vacated seat, with my eyes on Bianca.
Fuck. The mugshot didn’t do her justice because, in front of me now, she’s more gorgeous than she was on the television.
Even with the dried tears, and the puffy redness throughout her face.
While I still think Dr. Death is an asshole, for doing what he did to get her here, I kind of understand.
I’m no better than he is, in fact, I’m probably worse.
I’d never drug her, not because it’s wrong, but because I want to feel her fight, while she’s wrapped around my cock.
I don’t need her consent. I want her fucking screams.
Bianca sits still as stone, her gaze on the plate of food she hasn’t touched. I’m not sure if she realizes Heather is gone, and that I’ve taken her seat. There are patients scattered around the room, eating and chattering away, but I don’t hear anything as I focus on her.
I say her name, and she ignores me, so I say it again with a growl.
“Bianca.”
Her eyes lift to mine, and her hands tremble as recognition shows on her face, until her plastic spoon falls out of her hand, hitting the floor.
“You-” she gasps, and I can’t help the way I chuckle at her surprise. I knew she saw me watching her.
Bianca’s eyes dart all around her, as if she’s making sure no one else is listening to us.
“Can you help me? My doctor raped me.”
Her eyes are teary, but her expression is hopeful. It almost makes me wish I were the hero of her story, but I’m not. I’m as much of a villain as Alexsander is. She’ll learn that soon enough, so I don’t bother explaining that to her now.
“Nobody can help you, little Lunatic. The good news is you’ll get used to it.”
Her gaze widens as it snaps to the doorway. I turn around to see what she’s looking at, and spot the current man of her nightmares coming through the door, heading straight toward us.
“It’s time for therapy, Bianca,” he says while glaring down at her like she’s dog shit covering the bottom of his shoe.
She rises from her chair hesitantly as she breathes out a shaky sigh. He glances at me with a sinister grin.
“Come on, Raven, you can assist.”
My plan was to get information from her, but I know that won’t happen now. His idea of therapy excites me, but she’ll hate me as much as she does him by the time we finish.