Chapter 11
Iwalk into the main hall, grab my pudding and smile as I spot her immediately.
“Be gone, crazy Heather.”
She jumps up out of her seat, hands on her hips, and scowls at me.
“You don’t have to be such a dick, Raven.”
I chuckle as I take her vacated seat.
Bianca’s head snaps up, her eyes widening the way I knew they would, although I thought it would take more than being in her space.
I’m just sitting here, not attempting to appear threatening, and like a baby mouse, her expression says she wants to run from me.
I once again wanted to talk to her about her asshole psychiatrist, and see if she has any information I might find useful, but when her fingers begin to tremble, along with her bottom lip, all that goes out the window.
I’ve been told I have issues with impulse control.
Right now, I have to agree with every doctor that has said that very thing.
I wanted to know anything she could tell me about Alexsander, but as my dick twitches in my pants, I know that will have to wait.
She glances at Heather, like she might be able to telepathically connect with her. That woman is crazy, but she knows better than to come back over here when I told her to go away.
Leaning forward, I say, “You look like a little mouse ready to run. Have you ever seen the way they run from a threat straight into a trap?”
Her breathing gets heavy as she chews on her bottom lip, clearly deciding how she wants to handle this situation.
Bianca is beautiful, but it’s her fear that makes me unable to control my desires.
Fear is the number one thing that gets me off, and I can feel her anxiety, and it’s fucking intoxicating.
Rising from her chair, she walks fast toward the door before she breaks into a run. I chuckle to myself at the decision she has made. I approach Mike, the guard in the main hall.
“Shut the elevator down. Every door to the stairwell on every floor stays open.”
He looks like he wants to argue, but eventually nods his agreement, because he knows defying me only ends in one way. Pain, torture, and death.
Like I suspected, she goes straight to the stairwell, and moves through the door quickly. When she hears me whistling behind her, she squeaks, as she runs faster, and just catches herself before falling down the stairs.
“Careful, little mouse, you’re going to get hurt.”
Bianca doesn’t stop running for her life, but screams out at me.
“Stop calling me that. I’m not a mouse!”
She makes it to the fourth floor and I keep following her, but at a distance, so she’ll think she might actually have a chance of escaping me.
“Little Lunatic? Is that better? I think it’s more fitting. We’ll go with that.”
We keep going down the stairwell, until she reaches a heavy door and stops, staring at the word ‘Basement’. Turning to me, unshed tears spring to her eyes.
“What are you going to do? It’s either the basement or you come to me.”
She turns back to the door and opens it.
I sigh audibly.
“This is what I meant. The mice always run into the trap. Poor little Lunatic, you’re going to be literally fucked.”
There aren’t many places to hide in the basement, unless she goes to the other side where Dr. Halstead works.
There are tunnels I assume lead to the outside, but I doubt she’d go there, because she’d encounter him long before she makes it inside.
That would be a grave mistake. She thinks I want to kill her, but I don’t.
Really, I just want to torture and pleasure my new favorite toy.
While the doctor is away, the psycho will play.
I give her a few minutes and enter the basement.
“Come out and play, little Lunatic.”
Of course I know where she is, but I’ll let her think I don’t. It’s more fun this way. There’s a few metal racks with medical supplies. Other than that, there’s three beds lined up on the far wall. My guess is that she’s behind them, tucked between the bed and the wall. Or underneath it.
“Run. Cry. Try to get away. Hide and seek is my favorite game.”