Chapter 14
Specimen A
Vinny Salotto
Everyone panics when Lucifer passes out but I don’t. My eyes stay glued to the door. One cage, five people. It rattles and rattles while her moans go right through me. We don’t belong here. It’s not real. None of this is real.
“But it is,” a voice says. I don’t recognize it. My eyes shift, trying to follow it but the door screams for my attention. I can’t look away. Even when I tried to focus on her, the door kept pulling me back. I don’t like locked doors. I’m not an animal.
“No…you’re much worse than that,” it says, and I narrow my eyes. Why am I hearing voices? I don’t hear voices to begin with.
The drug hits me differently. I’ve been here before.
Being used as an experiment, except it did nothing.
Master D called me a failure. Nothing he’s given me this far has done anything to me.
It’s like my body or maybe it’s that my mind is immune to the formula these different drugs have in them because I never react, not for a single second, but this—this is new, and I don’t fucking like it.
The room flickers as I try to process what is going on around me but I can’t—someone just entered the room as if he spawned in like they do in a video game.
Standing by the bathroom door is a man in a gray suit, collar disheveled, blood dripping from his throat as he smiles at me.
I take a small step closer, blinking once, twice, and then I see it.
I remember him. I don’t say his name. I never say their names, but he smirks at me.
“You missed a spot,” he says, and my hand curls.
“No!” I spit, because he’s lying. I never miss. I never fuck up. Something shifts beside me as a woman with red hair sits on the bed, shoes off with her bare feet against the metal frame. Her eyes shine brightly as she looks at me.
“You rushed,” she smirks, and I shake my head. I didn’t. I don’t fucking rush. I remove. Clean. Quiet. Gone. Finished!
More bodies enter the room but not through the door. Not through the walls but through the spaces between seconds. Standing. Sitting. Leaning against things that aren’t really there. A hallway of ghosts that know exactly where to stand to block your exit.
“Count them,” the voice suggests, and I do.
One. Two. Three—they don’t stay counted. They move—multiplying. They talk over each other and my brain feels like it's going to explode.
“You thought you were careful—”
“Thinking we were nothing and nobody would notice.”
“You loved it.”
“No…” I growl. “I didn’t like it,” I admit, because I don’t, but it’s what needed to be done. The room warps again and everything hits me hard and fast. I gasp then look around the room, reaching for something to grab onto to ground myself.
Jagger is pacing. Killian is watching. Lucifer is smiling, and Lolli—is the only thing that doesn’t flicker.
“You always pick the quiet ones,” the woman says, and I look at her with narrowed eyes.
“I pick the ones that need to be removed.”
She laughs, throwing her head back. “You picked me,” she says, and I step forward and she steps closer. Wrong move, Cunt! They never step closer. They didn’t ever get the chance.
My breathing changes as my heart beats uncontrollably in my chest. I don’t fucking like this. The drug hits me in another wave, deepening inside me. Like it’s peeling something back I never show anyone.
“You remember them… you kept them,” the voices whisper.
“I didn’t keep anything.”
Liar! But that voice isn’t mine. That sounds like someone else, but I don’t look. I know they’re everywhere. Hands that aren’t touching me feel like they are. Voices that aren’t real feel too close.
“Vinny.” That voice again cuts right through me. Clean. Real, but yet, I don’t answer. Not yet. Because if I look, they’ll be there too. The dead. Standing where the living should be.
“Vinny.” Closer this time. Jagger. I know his voice. The ghosts don’t sound like that. They don’t have the weight—his heat.
“Look at me,” he commands, but I don’t—I can’t. If I do, they’ll be between us—blocking him—blocking everything.
“You don’t get to freeze,” Jagger spits, the words hitting me straight in the chest like a snowball during a snowball fight after school on a cold winter day.
Hands caress my face, but I step back and shut my eyes.
It’s not fucking real. It’s not his hands.
They aren’t rough and cracked. I know how he feels.
“Ghostboy. Come back to us,” her voice slips in. Different. No giggling, and a nickname I’ve never heard of. “We’re here. It’s okay,” she whispers, but I shake my head, tightening my eyes shut even more. But the voices all warp and get louder, making me want to scream.
“You’re not,” they say. “You’re still with us.”
“No! No! No!” I yell as my words shake. I don’t like this. I don’t react to anything. My voice is shaky and that’s not me.
“Yeah,” Jaggers says, closer now. “You are,” he says as his hand grips my jaw, roughly forcing my head up. My eyes snap open and I see him. Jagger with his shaved head and those light green eyes I’ve missed so much. He doesn’t flicker. Good.
“Stay with me,” he says as the ghosts press closer.
“You left us—”
“You thought you were better.”
“You’re one of us.”
“No,” I say, gritting my teeth
Then Lolli steps beside Jagger, ducking under his arm and stepping between us. He doesn’t let go of my face though as she reaches up, tracing her fingernail over my lips. She giggles, and I blink.
“They’re loud, aren’t they,” she says, and I nod once. Too many.
“They don’t stop. I don’t like this,” I admit, and she tilts her head.
“Then don’t listen to them. Listen to us,” she says, pulling at my bottom lip while Jagger's thumb caresses my cheek. I feel a small weight lifting off my chest the more they touch me—grounding me. “They don’t get to talk,” she continues.
“Yeah. She’s right,” Jagger adds, and the ghosts laugh mockingly.
“You don’t control this—” And I take a deep breath. One. Two. Three. The room steadies as Lolli’s head rests against my chest and her naked body presses into me.
“They’re not real,” I say.
“They’re not real,” she repeats.
“They don’t get to stay,” Jagger states, stepping closer,and caging Lolli in, making her giggle. The ghosts flicker. Not gone, just weaker. Finally.
“You’re not done,” he growls, then slams his lips against mine.
Rough. Familiar. I moan, sucking his tongue into my mouth.
Lolli giggles as her hands roam my chest down, my stomach, then she grabs my cock through my pants, making me hiss.
Jagger swallows it down, only to grip my face tighter like he’s trying to suck my soul into his, making us one.
“I want to play too,” Lolli whines, and we pull back as she reaches up, bringing both of our faces towards her.
We kiss her, lick her, and suck her sweet cotton candy tongue together, making her quake against us.
Teeth clatter but it doesn’t stop us. We kiss until there’s no air left to share.
She pulls away and Jagger kisses me again.
Only this time softer, with less urgency.
Lolli’s hand finds my hard cock and wraps around my length.
I pull back and growl but she just giggles.
I look down at her and see she has Jagger's cock in her hand as well.
“Keep kissing,” she orders us as she drops to her knees, pulling us closer together, then she wraps her mouth around the tip of my cock. I groan as Jagger bites my bottom lip.
“Fuck!” I hiss as she switches from me to Jagger, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. She gags then giggles. I reach down and wrap my hand into her white hair, forcing her face into his pelvis.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jagger spits, biting his bottom lip. I pull her off, tightening my grip, and forcing her to look up at me. Tears drip down her cheeks while drool seeps from her lips and spills down her chin.
“You look fucking gorgeous down there, Ghostgirl,” I tell her, and she smiles, then giggles, pumping my cock.
“I really want to fuck her while you fuck me,” Jagger groans, and my eyes widen.
“You what?” I ask, and he chuckles, which is something he doesn’t do.
“I need to fucking feel her but I need to feel you too,” he says and again I’m stunned into silence.
“Fuck! I know, I know, but fuck! I need to be inside her while you’re inside me, like right now!
” he growls, and she giggles again, swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock.
“I’m no fucking bottom but please, Vin. Fuck my ass while I fuck her tight cunt,” he begs, which again isn’t something he does.
I look down at Lolli who is looking up at me.
“May we?” I ask, and she nods. I put my hand out and help her stand.
“Where do you want to do this?” I ask, and Jagger growls.
“I don’t give a fuck. Just—fuck! I need her and you before I burn this place to the ground,” he grits, and I laugh.
Lolli giggles, grabbing his hand, leading him to the far wall.
He lifts her then slams her naked body into the wall.
Her gaze flicks to mine and I lick my lips as her eyes flutter when Jag sinks his cock inside her.
She moans, summoning me with her finger, then digs her nails into his flesh.
I come up behind them and reach for her face, kissing her sweet lips as I pull his pants down, smacking his ass.
“Ghostgirl. You gonna watch me fuck his tight ass while he’s pounding into your tight cunt? I ask, and she moans.
“Yes. Yes, I fucking am.” She giggles.
“Then suck my fingers. Make them nice and wet for me,” I command, shoving my fingers deep into her mouth. She swallows then releases them. “Stop fucking her for a second,” I order, and he stills. I drag my fingers between his asscheeks, making sure his hole is soaked.
“Take a deep breath, Jag,” I tell him as I spit in my hand and run my fist over my dick, then line it up with his ass and slowly sink into him inch by fucking inch.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls, making Lolli giggle.
“You’re fucking tight, Jag, and so fucking hot.
Shit!” I groan, digging my fingers into Lolli’s thighs.
“Start moving,” I order as we find the perfect pace.
Jagger’s body litters with goosebumps every time I pull out and slam back in, rolling my hips and fucking him like a man on a mission because, let’s face it, he's going to kill me once the drugs wear off. He’s never let me in his ass before, so I’m milking this shit until I can’t fucking move.
He arches his back, letting me snap my hips hard and fast.
“Harder,” he whimpers, and I shiver while Lolli uses the wall to ride his cock. Our moans echo through the space as if it’s just the three of us, but I know they are here. Watching and waiting for a turn.
“You feel so fucking good, Vin, but fuck, she’s just as tight as you,” he groans, as I slam into him harder and harder, then my gaze shifts to the camera and I bite my bottom lip and snap my hips, sinking deeper into Jagger's ass. So fucking good. Lolli’s screams bring me back into the present as her fingers entwine with mine, squeezing them as she moans.
“I’m going to cum,” she whimpers as Jagger picks up the pace, causing me to speed up with them.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last much—”
“Cum! Now!” I order as my balls lift and that familiar tingle rushes up my spine.
I snap my hips faster as I spill my load into Jagger, and he stills, cumming inside her.
Her screams echo through the room and all you hear is her drenched cunt being pounded into.
I slow my pace, catching my breath, then I pull out and take a step back.
I put my dick away as Jagger removes himself out of Lolli and sets her on the bed.
Then he spins and looks at me with all the hate in the world.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!