Chapter 18
Ilay in the bed with my eyes closed, and like the last time I was restrained to this bed, I wait for whoever is fucking stupid enough to come into my room.
Every person on this staff knows my history, and how I react to being tied down and left in the dark.
As a child, I spent many days and nights locked in a closet.
Even as an adult now, being trapped in a small, dark place takes me back to that time.
I’ve never had an issue being in the dark outside, because I’m not trapped there. Inside, it causes debilitating panic.
Thanks, Padre.
My chest is no longer tight with agitation. In its place is excitement that travels down my spine. I enjoy killing people that have fucked with me. They were warned. Every one of them knew the consequences, but did it anyway. They have it coming.
It won’t be Alexsander, because he’s too much of a pussy. He targets women because he can easily overpower them. He will never get the upper hand with me, and he knows it, so he’s never tried. Instead he has morons do his bidding.
There’s a loud click, followed by the door opening.
“I’m good. He’s still out,” a female voice says, and I fight to not show a smile on my face.
It’s common at Wellard for the men to send women to do something that’ll get them killed.
There’s a definite pecking order here, and the women are the lowest in that order.
I’m not saying it’s right, but it’s the way it is.
The last time Darren had to be restrained, they sent four female nurses.
All of them died, including the man who was sent in afterward, who was also found missing chunks of his body.
His preference is to eat them while they’re still alive.
He doesn’t like dead meat. I’m not sure if it actually tastes different, or if, like me, he enjoys screams.
Dainty steps come toward me, and I know instantly who it is.
Amy is tiny, standing at about five foot four, and probably the worst choice for this job.
She’s a perky little blonde, and I still have no idea why she took a job here.
It’s unfortunate she’s going to die before she can correct that mistake.
As I expected, Amy touches my neck with a needle, and I reach up and grab her wrist, pulling it away as I jump up, and pin her down on the bed, with my knee on her chest.
Her eyes widen as she pants out her breaths.
“Let me guess. You regret your choice of coming in here with the intention of drugging me again?”
A tear slips down her cheek, and she pushes on my chest with her free hand.
Her other one still lies trapped under her body.
Likely both hands wouldn’t have made me move at all either, but with one she never stood a chance.
I hold my shank to her throat, ready to kill her, but I wait, because there may be one thing I need from her.
“Where’s Bianca Stanton?”
More tears fall, and her bottom lip quivers. If I were a decent human being, I might feel bad, but I don’t.
“In the cells. Dr. Martin put her there.”
I’ve heard of the cells, but I’ve never seen them.
It’s where starvation occurs, and they rarely come out again.
Rumor is, the cells mean death is imminent.
The thought of Bianca starving to death makes me physically ill.
I’ve been obsessed with her since I saw her on the news, but the last time I fucked her solidified it.
If he hurt her, I’ll take it as a personal attack. And I already know he has.
“Where are they?”
Amy trembles under me and admits, “I-I don’t know. I’ve never seen them. I don’t think they’re on this floor. Dr. Martin only allows c-certain nurses to go in the cells. I’m n-not one of them,” she stammers as more tears slip down her cheeks.
Unfortunately for her, she’ll die for no reason, but then it would’ve happened anyway, because I have no intention of leaving any staff member of Wellard Asylum alive.
I will kill my way out, with Bianca in tow.
Dr. Death will pay fucking dearly for everything he has done to her, to us both.
My pretty little lunatic is going to see, with her own eyes, that I am as bad as she thinks I am.
I jab my shank into her throat, and watch as the blood squirts all over me.
While this isn’t normally how I kill someone, I’m satisfied with it.
I don’t have the time I normally take. I need to find Bianca, and I’ll be leaving a path of bodies in the process.
Once I locate her, I plan to get out of here quickly.
Although, I will take a little more time with Alexsander. That fucker will suffer.
I get up off of Amy and grab her keys. Walking over to the door, I unlock it and let myself out, while whistling to myself. Making my way through the hallway, I keep my eye out for the staff, but don’t spot any, which is odd.
Stopping at Heather’s room, I put the key in the door and open it. I tilt my head in curiosity when I notice her state. She’s in a fucking straight jacket, and chanting to herself, as she rocks back and forth.
“Jesus rewards those who obey. I will be obedient to my husband, or I will suffer the wrath of God.”
“Heather,” I say, trying to snap her out of it, and it works, as she glances up at me with an ashamed expression on her face.
I pocket my shank, walk over to her, and quickly work to get her out of the fucking straight jacket.
“Who did this?”
“Dr. Martin did. I asked questions about Bianca. I’ve been locked in here since then,” Heather says, with a defeated expression on her face that makes me almost feel bad for her.
After I free her, she stretches her arms, which I’m sure hurt, if she’s been like this for days.
“Where are the cells?”
She winces as she shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t know. I’ve heard that you need to go into the tunnels to access them, but nobody knows for sure, Raven. If you go to a cell, you will never come out alive, so I think it’s mostly speculation.”
“I’m going to find Bianca, and then her and I are leaving this fucking shit hole.”
Heather grabs my arm, and begs me, “Please help me get out. Don’t leave me here.”
I’m not the guy that saves people. I run a hand through my hair before squeezing the back of my neck.
Really, I’d prefer to leave her here. I don’t want extra baggage.
Getting out of here with one woman will be enough.
She doesn’t mean a thing to me, but somehow I know Bianca would want me to help crazy Heather.
“Alright. You stay out of my way. If you fuck with what I’m doing, you’re on your own.”
I move to the door, and she follows me closely with a promise.
“I won’t interfere unless you try to hurt Bianca. If you do, I’ll be your worst nightmare.”
As I open the door, I grin, because I kind of like that she’d protect my little lunatic. She’d die trying, but I don’t tell her that. I’ll let her live in her fantasy.
I approach every staff member I find, and stab them in the throat, just like I did Amy.
I’m a little sad I don’t have the time to skin them all alive.
I would, but Bianca might pay the price for that choice, and I won’t allow that.
My skin tingles with the fucking need to touch her.
And kill the asshole that has no doubt hurt her repeatedly.
If she’s dead, I’ll skin him, and sew him up.
Then I’ll begin again. Rinse and repeat.
Slowly torturing him, over and over again.