5. - – Mackenzie
CHAPTER FIVE
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MACKENZIE
“What is this place?” I ask wide-eyed, spinning in a small circle.
I take in the spray-painted art that covers the wall in multi-colors, bright neon and black, and paintings of skulls with odd-shaped crosses that have swords going through them. Underneath each skull, names are engraved. The room looks like part of an abandoned building seen in those haunted shows.
“It’s an old part of the hospital; it was shut down a few years ago,” Elijah replies.
His hand reaches out to run over a bright green cross with the words “EterrOr” under it.
“I read that there was a gang of inmates who got together to overthrow the doctors and nurses.” He turns to look at me, the grin falls from his face before it’s replaced with a somber look.
“They say they all died. One doctor went crazy and killed them all.” His hand snatches back to his body as if the wall had shocked him.
“They also say it was some fucked up murder-suicide.”
“Do you know what happened, really?”
I look up into his light gray eyes; the side of his mouth quirks up as he lowers his head to whisper against my ear. “I hear they all hung themselves.”
My body shakes lightly; it ripples from my feet to my head as if someone is blowing an icy cold breeze on my body. I look over the writing on the walls again; a new understanding of the symbols rushes over me. Each word is someone’s name; each sign is something that means something to them.
If what Elijah says is true, this looks like it is their suicide note.
“It’s so sad. No matter what really happened, they all died fighting for something,”
Elijah nods his head slowly, then stares me dead in the eyes, his gaze shifting as if he is taking in the smallest details of my irises. I feel like he is seeing me for the first time, like he is looking into my soul.
“Why do you love him?” His soft voice makes heat catch in my cheeks.
My eyes lower as I smile softly. “I don’t.”
Elijah holds his hands up, his voice a soft whisper. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve seen how you look at him. I’ve watched you beg for his touch.” He steps closer to me, our bodies almost touching. “He touches you like he hates you.”
My eyebrows pull together as anger simmers like a boiling pot of water over my skin.
I take a step back as my eyes narrow at him.
“You don’t know anything about what I feel for Killian, or what he does to me.
” Turning, I give him my back. I can’t look at him any longer; if I do, I know I will either punch him or cry.
“It’s not like you touch me. I’ve tried to kiss EJ, but you backed off. ”
Elijah has always looked at me like he wanted me, but Killian was first to act, there for me in my darkest times. He may not be perfect, and I don’t know why he chose me. Maybe my kind of darkness calls out to something inside him. He is a distraction to this awful place, and I welcome it.
“Can we talk about something else?” My voice is a whisper that is met with silence.
Spinning fast, a sigh leaves my lips when the space that Elijah should have been standing in is empty.
“EJ, come on,” I shout. “Don’t be like that.
What do you want me to do?” I hear footsteps echo away from me, the sound getting more distant as the seconds tick by.
A heavy sigh leaves my lips. Elijah has made it clear from day one that he hates Killian; I’m not sure why, he has never told me.
Maybe that was my fault, maybe he saw how I looked at Dr. Miller after that first session we had.
Turning slowly on the spot, I let my eyes gaze at the graffiti that covers the walls again. I’m not sure what kind of message they were trying to convey; it seems to be all about death.
A bubble of laughter bursts from my lips, and my head shakes a little. My mind is so funny sometimes; the reason I am in here is because of Death. The pills and slices into my skin are me crying out to meet him—just like these words here.
Stepping closer, a gray and black sign pulls my attention. My eyes zone in on it as my head tilts to the side. “Where have I seen that before?”
My feet move me closer, my hand lifts, and I run my fingers over the rough concrete, the little rivets digging into my fingers.
I drag my touch over the top curve, then follow it all the way down; it’s a circle with a pentagram in the middle.
The lines that form the five-point star are made of black vines and roses.
But where have I seen it before? A frown mars my face; I slowly take a step back to get a better look at it.
Something is digging into my subconscious.
I can see it.
It's right there.
“What are you doing here?” Every muscle in my body tightens as I scream and spin around fast. Standing by one of the pillars is Killian. His eyes are staring hard at me; there is a little tick in his jaw, and his hands are fisted by his sides. “This place is off-limits to all patients.”
He strides into the derelict room, his steps fast, making me step back until I crash into the wall behind me, almost knocking the air out of my lungs. Killian doesn’t stop until his body is crushing mine into the wall. He lifts his arms to bracket either side of my head, caging me in.
“I got lost,” I squeak.
He chuckles, then lowers to breathe along my neck. “Do you need to be punished again? Because I will,” he growls. “Tell me the truth, why the fuck are you here?”
My eyes clamp shut; part of me wants to curl up into a ball and hide away from him, the other—a tiny part—wants to ask him to punish me, to make me bleed for him again.
A whimper leaves my lips; I know the bigger part of me has just lost to the need in me that craves his cruel touch. “Killian,” I whisper breathlessly.
“You want it, don’t you? Why do you play games when you know it will piss me off? Who were you with?”
“Elijah.”
He stares down at me. “Who?”
A frown pulls his brows as if he is shocked I have a friend in here. It’s then that I realize that I’ve never actually told him about EJ. I kind of kept my best friend to myself. I never wanted to share him with anyone. “Elijah is my friend.”
Killian pushes me harder against the wall, his hand whips to my neck before his fingers curl around and gently squeeze.
A breath puffs out of my mouth before I moan. This man, no matter what state his mood is in, knows how to touch me and make me beg for him.
“You don’t need any friends, my little psycho, not when you have me.”
He leans in and places his lips on mine.
His touch is brutal, designed to take any of my remaining breath right out of my lungs.
My body shudders as my hips buck closer to his, needing his touch on every single inch of my body.
My mouth opens, giving him access to slip his tongue between my lips, drinking from me.
Our kiss is urgent, both of us chasing something that we know only the other can give.
I crave his darkness just as much as I know he needs mine.
Heat rushes over my body as pleasure ignites in my nipples, then travels down to land in my cunt.
Killian’s hand is squeezing and teasing my breast through my top.
I’m so engrossed in our kiss that I don’t feel his hand moving to one of my most sensitive parts.
He growls, then presses my shaking body into the wall.
“Please, Killian,” I whimper in between kisses.
After what he did to me last night, the need to have him fuck me again burns in my veins like molten lava. My body is jerking as the anticipation of his touch wraps around me, making me so thirsty for him.
Killian moves his hands to the front of my gown and lifts it up. Goosebumps tighten on my flesh as the cool air teases me. I have no panties on, and the harsh intake of breath I feel against my lips from him tells me he appreciates that fact.
His fingers know my body as much as I do; he is quick to find my pussy and tease me.
He pulls on the hair I have down there—I hate it; I’ve been wanting to shave since I got here.
Killian seems to love it, though. He plays with me that way each time he touches me, and for that alone, I’ve learned to love the natural me more.
He pulls; the dull pain elicits a whimper from my lips, wanting him to tug it harder, to give me that pain that blocks out all the loud voices in my head. The ones that visit me at night to remind me that in this life, only darkness awaits me.
A painful, sharp scratch like a needle point glides along my pussy lips, then I feel him gather my hair in his hands and yank so hard that my back arches from the wall. My lips are ripped from his as my whole body shakes.
Feather-light touches warm the skin of my neck, peppering along it as Killian lowers. Another kiss is placed on my collarbone; this one feels tender, like he is taking care of me despite the pain.
“Mac, why? Why can’t you be a good girl just for a few days?”
His words sound pained, but my mind is too wrapped up in the sensations to even answer him. The reason I'm here is because I was never a good girl.
“Killian, please.” My chest is heaving, my pussy aching so much that I am almost to the point of pain. My heart beats in my chest, each pump ringing in my ears before it shoots down to pulse in my cunt.
My hands lower to the front of his slacks, my fingers fumble with the button before they are yanked upwards and then pinned above my head. Killian looks me in the eye, a smirk on his lips. “You don’t get to touch me, Mac. Not when you misbehave.”
He leans forward, his tongue flicks out to trace over my lips, leaving a wet trail in his wake. My body bangs against the wall lightly, restlessness making everything around me feel too close and not close enough at the same time.
Killian traces his hands down the side of my body, his warm touch making my need burn hotter.
His fingers dig into my skin, his nails scraping as he searches for my cunt again.
He wastes no time finding my clit, stroking it hard from side to side.
Something close to an electric current, coated in carnal pleasure, skates along my body, pulling every fiber of me into huge knots and pushing me deeper into pleasure so powerful that it is so close to consuming me.
My hips buck forward, and I cry out, clenching my hands.
Killian’s fingers move to lace with mine as he watches me succumb to the pleasure he is giving me.
I can feel it building, like a pot of boiling water about to bubble up and spill over the edge. My body jerks hard, my hips now thrust in time with his movements.
“Killian, oh fuck.” The words tumble from my lips. I need him to move faster; I need to come so badly. My hips push down on his hand, and my pussy tightens just as everything stops.
I scream out and sag against the wall, my chest heaving as I try to breathe through the loss of sensation. My body shakes, my pussy burning from the stolen pleasure.
Blinking, I look up at Killian. My stomach drops like a lead balloon when his smirk has changed into something dark and menacing. “What the fuck?” I want to shout the words, but they just don’t seem to be able to come out that way, clouded by my need and pleasure.
Killian chuckles, then steps back from me. My body crumbles to the ground; my legs unable to hold me.
“After last night, I thought you would have learned to be a good girl.” He steps back again as the sound of running feet comes towards us. My eyes flick up as two male nurses and one female come rushing into the room.
“What did you do?” My hand grabs at my white dress as my wobbly legs scratch against the concrete, and I try to push myself back. The male nurses reach for my arms roughly as they lift me to my feet, catching me when I stumble to the side a little.
“How long did she go missing for this time?” The nurse asks just as a sting hits my neck.
Killian comes closer to me and whispers in my ear. “I will see you later, my little psycho,” he growls.
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. My eyes roll back in my head before everything goes black.