Page 12 of Lolli-Gag
“Don’t sleep,”Jethro tells me.
“I’m not,” I whisper, but my eyes feel heavy, slow. Like something is pulling me under one inch at a time. The meds. I hate the meds.
“They make everything fuzzy,” I say, and he laughs.
“They make you weak,”he states. and I smile.
“Just a little.” Silence stretches as Jethro shifts next to me. Closer tonight than usual.
“Something is off,”he says
“What do you mean?” I ask, and he pauses.
“I can’t hear them,”he says, and I blink.
“Who?”
“The walls.”
That’s wrong. The walls always hum, always whisper, breathing sweet nothings every minute of every day. My stomach tightens as he shifts again.
“He’s in trouble,”he whispers, and my eyes widen.
“Axel?” I ask, and he growls. Footsteps approach right outside my door and I still. ”Jethro…”
“I know,”he whispers, and I take a deep breath. The door opens—doesn’t buzz, and two shadows slip inside, closing the door behind them. Jethro goes still. “Don’t move,”he tells me, and I don’t. Not because I’m scared but because I’m watching—learning. Their shapes shift as they get closer. The dim light of the moon catches their faces just enough. Not guards. Orderlies. Probably new with promises of tight, easy pussy.
“You awake?” one of them asks as the other chuckles, but I don’t answer, letting my breathing stay neutral, even. Pretending I’m asleep, unknowing of what is happening. The air thickens and the room shrinks. Something cold crawls up my spine as the smell of heat, sugar, and smoke hits my senses.
“Don’t freeze. Fight back!”Jethro snaps, but my body—it remembers. The oven. Hands. Heat.
I don’t move as hands pull my blanket off of me and my nightgown is ripped from my body. Cold air rushes against my skin, and my nipples harden while goosebumps litter my naked flesh. Hands dig into my thighs then fingers spread me open. A blood curdling scream rushes out of my throat, but one of them covers my mouth with his hand and holds my wrists above my head with this other, pinning me to the bed.
“Shh,” he breathes against my face as I thrash beneath his hold. His breath fans against my face, making me want to vomit.Fingers roughly dig inside me, stretching me open, causing my legs to kick out and scrape against the metal bed frame.
“Hold still, you fucking psycho,” the orderly spits, punching me in the hip. I cry out but it’s muffled as pain radiates against my pelvis. A rough tongue licks the side of my face, and I scream again, thrashing and shaking but it’s no use. He slaps me in the face so hard it has my head whipping to the side from the impact while the other guy spreads my thighs wider, digging his fat fingers into my skin, holding me in place.
“I bet she’s fucking tight,” he growls then slams into me. I scream again but it falls on deaf ears. “Fuck! I’m not going to last long!” he groans, and I want to vomit.
“Just close your eyes, Honeycomb. It will be over soon. He's coming,”Jethro reassures me as the man ruts into me. He moans, gripping my thighs and flicking my clit.
“They say crazy chicks are the tightest, but this one, she’s so fucking perfect,” he moans, pinching my nipples.
“Come on, man, I want a turn. I’m going to wreck that ass.” He laughs, unzipping his pants. He takes his little cock out and rubs it against my cheek as his friend pulls out and spills his load on my stomach.
Tears fall from my eyes but Jethro leans over, licking them away.“He’s almost here. Be ready,”he tells me as the other man takes his place. He lifts my legs, then spreads my cheeks and pounds into my ass but I don’t feel it. I don’t feel anything. If I could laugh, I would. They want to call me crazy. They want to hurt me and not ask nicely… I’ll show them what nightmares are fucking made of. So whoever is coming better hurry up because I want to paint these walls fucking red.
“You will. I promise you will. Five more seconds,”Jethro says as I see my door opening slowly, and relief swims in my chest. The first orderly’s mistake was not covering my mouth when they switched spots, so when his finger comes near mymouth, outlining my lips, I bite down, then an evil grin spreads across my face, stretching my cheeks.
Axel steps behind the man fucking my ass and slams his fist into the back of his head. The man falls on top of me slightly before a knife is shoved into the side of his neck, causing him to fall to the side. I watch in complete fascination as Axel twists the scalpel. The other orderly releases me and goes for Axel, but my mute friend is too fast and punches him in the face. I watch intently as his head snaps back from the impact then I quickly spring into action. I jump off the bed, gripping the handle of the knife still sticking out of the orderly’s neck and rip it out. Blood sprays against me and I laugh. Looking at Axel, his eyes meet mine and he nods as the lonely new orderly wipes the blood from his nose. He lunges at my friend, which is another mistake these idiots made tonight. Giggles erupt from my throat as I jump on the idiot’s back like a spider monkey, or maybe a demon from hell. The jury is still out on that.
“I wonder how sweet your blood tastes.” I giggle again, bringing the blade down and sinking it into his neck. Twisting it, I rip it out and giggle, then do it again on the other side. He falls to his knees but I don’t stop giggling. I just keep stabbing and ripping into his flesh, reveling in his warm blood coating my fingers and hands.
My arms become tired but I don’t stop. I keep going until I see the bone of his spine, keeping his head intact as flesh and muscle hang. I giggle again while Axel watches, then I shove my face into the man's neck, sinking my teeth into whatever muscle is left. I bite and spit pieces of body matter onto the floor like a flesh eating zombie starving for a meal. I groan at the robust taste of his veins snapping against my teeth. His muscle is tough but I’m stronger, madder as I continue working my way towards his chin. Then I sink my teeth into the last hanging piece of skin and pull back, ripping it from the bottom of his jaw bone andaround his neck. Axel clears his throat, and I immediately stop and snap my head over to him. Shit. I forgot he was still here. I probably look crazy to him.
His head tilts as he stares at me, and I already know what he sees.
“Your scars. He wonders what happened. He's concerned. Don’t be mean,”Jethro tells me, and I take a deep breath.
