Page 3 of Lolli-Gag
“Everyone quiet down. We have a few new subjects entering our session today. Gentleman, if you would introduce yourself.” Dr Petrova gestures to them.
“Don’t blink,”Jethro whispers, and I don’t. I just place a bored look across my face as the first one speaks up.
“My name is Killian Klebs, I was studying medicine,” he says, pausing as he sits straighter in his seat, then his eyes flash over in my direction. “I have an interest in… repair.”
“He means you,”Jethro hums. Dr. Petrova nods like Killian’s statement is normal. Like he didn’t just say something that should come with a warning label.
“And why are you here, Killian?” he asks, and Killian’s head tilts while he thinks, making sure to select the correct words.
“I was misunderstood,” he states flatly as a giggle slips out before I can stop it. He doesn’t react though, but his eyes, they send chills up my spine.
“He doesn’t like being laughed at, especially by someone as damaged as you,”Jethro mutters then chuckles.“Do it again later. This is going to be fun.”My smile widens as the next one leans forward. He doesn’t sit like the rest of us. He lounges like this is his room, his throne, and we’re all visiting to see him.
“Lucifer Davenport,” he says, his voice as smooth as glass. Dr. Petrova doesn’t flinch at his name. Interesting. “I help people find clarity,” he states, and my lip twitches. TheDavenports are well known for cult-like behavior so this one should be interesting here.
“He means control,”Jethro snaps.“Don’t let him talk too long.”
Dr. Petrova folds his hands, looking down his nose at Luci.That’s what I’m going to call him Luci-Loo.
“And the charges against you?” he asks, making Luci-Loo smile slowly.
“They trusted me,” he says simply, then pauses. His chocolate eyes shift to mine, locking in. “And sometimes… that’s all it takes.”
I lean forward in my chair, resting my chin in my hand then smile, “Did they scream?” I ask, and the room stills. His smile widens as he licks his lips.
“Only when they realized they didn’t have to,”
“Liar!”Jethro hisses, and I grin. The last guy shifts forward in his chair, making the metal scrape harshly against the floor. The sound cuts through everything.Perfect.
“Jagger Holmes,” he deadpans. That’s it. Nothing else. Dr. Petrova lifts a brow and clears his throat.
“And why are you here Jagger?” He shrugs, like he doesn’t give a fuck.
“People break,” he states, and I laugh, not being able to contain it any longer.
“Did you help them?” I ask, and his gaze snaps to mine. His light green eyes narrow, and I tilt my head, taking in the tattoos scattered on the side of his shaved head.
”Yeah. Most of ‘em,” he states in the most bored tone I’ve ever heard in my life.“He doesn’t lie. I like this one,”Jethro whispers, and I hum in response, rocking slightly in my chair. Back and forth, back and forth. Dr. Petrova clears his throat then beelines it to me.
“And you Logan?” he asks, and I grit my teeth because why can’t he ever just address me as Lolli? How many fucking times do I need to say it. “Lolli,” he repeats as his jaw tightens. “Why are you here?” And Jethro leans in, his voice cutting through me like a sharp blade.“Tell him the truth.”I abruptly stop rocking and a smile spreads across my face.
“They said I hurt myself,” I say as Dr. Petrova watches me intently, but my eyes shift to Killian, Luci, and Jagger then back to him. “They said I liked it.” My voice drops, almost childlike. “I drugged myself and turned the oven on, placing myself inside to cook.” Silence greets me and I shiver. Jethro hums beside me, low and satisfied.
“But did you?”he asks, but I don’t answer. I just smile wider and wider until it hurts. Across the circle—three different kinds of monsters are smiling back.
My New Home
Killian Klebs
My fingers itch to touch the canvas. I want to feel her skin beneath my fingertips. I want to drag them across every scar her body holds. But most of all, I want to study her. I want to fix and repair what was taken from her.
I haven’t had such a fixation in a couple of weeks. Not since being caught and taken away. Prison is not for me. I tried it. I’m useless there according to the suited asshole that calls himself ‘Master.’ He came to my arraignment—interrupted the entire hearing. Judge Fitzgerald didn’t seem to have a problem with it. It was an interesting exchange, one that I was heavily interested in. Apparently, ‘Master’ looked at my file and assumed I’d be a great commodity for his collection. So now I’m here. For what? I haven’t entirely figured it out just yet. I keep playing that day over and over in my mind trying to put all the pieces together.
The courtroom wasn’t loud, and I remember the way the fluorescent lights hummed and the way the man on the stand wouldn’t stop talking. Everything about him was wrong.His breathing, posture, and the words spilling out without structure. Messy, and I fix messy things. That’s all I ever did.
“Killian Klebs,” the judge calls out. My name sounds so clinical coming from him. So detached like I’m just another number to tick off his checklist. Good. Then the doors opened behind me and a man stepped into the room like he owned the place. No one announced him but the air changed and the judge paused. This is how I knew he mattered.
“Proceedings are concluded,” he says calmly. Not a request but a decision. Papers shuffled as voices dropped into a hushed frenzy. And just like that I wasn’t theirs anymore. Transferred. Reassigned. Reclassified. Not a criminal but a subject. The suited man came in like a wrecking ball, shook my hand and told me to call him ‘Master’ and that was it.
