Chapter 12
The basement is dark, and the shadows on the wall dance around the room, making it impossible to know where he is.
“Little Lunatic,” he sing-songs with obvious amusement.
The shelves crash to the floor, before he empties boxes of old medical equipment.
I can’t hide from him. There’s no way out.
My heart thunders loud in my eardrums as my teeth chatter.
He growls, the sound low and threatening, “Come out and play, little Lunatic. Piss me off, and I’ll carve that beautiful skin from your bones.”
Heather said he skins people alive, so I believe his threat, and cover my mouth with my palm to try to hide my raspy, panicked breaths.
“I’m going to find you. And then,” he chuckles loudly, “I’m going to fucking devour you.”
I recall Heather’s warning about the basement, that one man literally eats people. Does Raven eat people too? Is he a cannibal?
His knees drop to the floor and he lowers his head, staring into my eyes with a wicked gleam in his gaze. He darts his tongue out and slides it over his bottom lip, and I can’t help but track the movement, even as I tremble in fear.
Placing his hands on my ankles, he yanks me, and I hit my head on the cement floor.
“This didn’t have to happen like this. You chose pain. I don’t mind if that’s what you’re into, Little Lunatic.”
I scream and claw at his face, trying to get him to let me go, but he picks me up and throws me on top of the bed, like I weigh nothing at all. Holding my chest down with one hand, he uses his free one to strap me in place.
Smirking down at me, he says, “Now you’ll have no choice, but to lie here and take it, while I eat you.”
I kick my legs, hitting him in the chest as I scream in terror.
“No! I don’t want to d-i-e-e,” I stammer pathetically.
He stands staring at me curiously, and asks, “Why would you think you’re going to die?”
I blurt out, “Because you’re a cannibal, right? I don’t want to be eaten. You have no idea what my life has been like. Please, find another meal.”
His response of uncontrollable laughter is not what I expected. He leans over and places his hands on his thighs, like I just told the funniest joke he has ever heard.
“Now I know you’re a lunatic. I’ve never in my life eaten any part of a human being.”
The anxiety, followed by relief, has my brain feeling like it’s short circuiting, and I can’t think straight.
Isn’t that what happens in the basement? They eat people, along with the experiments the other doctor does?
“Are you going to be my good girl and stop fighting, or do I need to restrain your legs too? Maybe drug you?”
I shake my head. “No. I’ll behave. Please don’t drug me.”
Dr. Martin gives me something that knocks me out, and I don’t like it.
I don’t like either of them touching me, but at least what Raven does, I’m aware of.
I have no clue what the asshole doctor has done to me.
There’s something terrifying about not even having an idea what has happened to you.
Maybe it’s stupid, since I can’t stop either of them anyway, but it makes me feel like I have even less control than I do.
Hooking his fingers into the sides of my pants, he yanks them down aggressively, before leaving them on the side of the bed.
Arching a brow, he grins. “No panties, little Lunatic? Now I think you wanted me to take you.”
I want to kick him again, but glare at him instead, because I don’t know if he’ll really drug me. Or if he even has drugs, but it’s not a chance I’m willing to take.
“No. I have to wait on laundry. They won’t give me more than the two pairs I got when I came in.”
The staff here do not care about the patients or their needs.
The food is barely edible. Two pairs of panties, and one clean uniform, are not enough.
We get one pad a month for our periods, which is nowhere near enough for me.
I have long, heavy cycles, so when the time comes, I’ll be a mess.
It hasn’t happened yet, but I’m not looking forward to it.
Raven pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on top of my pants. The tremble in my limbs is intense as his gaze settles right between my legs. Gripping my thighs as I attempt to close them, he yanks me wide open. His gaze is animalistic, as spit falls from his lips to my clit.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask, while knowing I sound pathetic, as scared as I am. He flashes me a look, like it’s completely obvious, and not insane.
“Because, my little Lunatic, I want you to fall apart on my tongue. If I get my way, I’ll nearly drown in your cum. Just once, I want you all to myself. Without him watching.”
“I don’t come from oral,” I say quickly, hoping he’ll give this up and let me go.
He leans over the bed with a smirk on his face.
“You will for me.”
If I’m honest, I don’t come unless I’m alone. I had to fake it with my husband, Sullivan, because he got angry when I didn’t do whatever he wanted on command, including an orgasm.
“I doubt it,” I respond, earning myself a growl, as he buries his face in my pussy.