Page 36 of Bedlam

“You made a mess, though.”

I roar into the all white room, screaming to be set free. Orderly's come rushing in yelling at me to calm down, but I refuse.Fuck them and fuck him.

“Let me the fuck out now!” I yell, but no one listens. It’s not until I hear the clicking of his shoes that I notice everyone in the room goes silent except for me because I need out of here.

“Son, calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself more than you already have.” He says, holding my shoulder down. It only makes me thrash against the bindings even more.

“Fuck you, father. Why the fuck am I being strapped down and where the fuck am I?” I spit, as I feel a sudden rush of heat flow through my veins, but this time it’s different, it’s more calming.Mother fucker. I’m not a fucking lab rat.

“Ahhh, how are you feeling now, Jameson?” he coo’s, caressing my face. Any time he touches me I want to vomit, and I don’t like being strapped down, unable to protect myself from him.

“Why? I did what you asked me to do.” I say as the drug he administered makes me feel happy and giddy.What the hell is this?

“Tell me how you feel son?” He asks as his fingers linger down my arm and back up to my face again.

“Good, I suppose.” I say, letting the warmth flowing through my veins wrap around me like a blanket.This is semi arousing the way this shit feels. Fuckk.

“That’s good, Jameson. That’s good. I want you to rest a bit and when you wake up, you will get the answers you seek. But enjoy the effects of this. It should be fun and life changing.” He grins and I nod my head, watching him leave the room.

My vision is blurred but I feel hands all over me, and for once, I don’t mind. Someone places something over my eyes and I can no longer see the light, just darkness as I feel lips, tongues and hands caressing every inch of my body. I moan as a mouth latches onto my cock, sucking me all the way down. My body shivers as another mouth licks my sac, flicking it with their tongue.

I’m not sure how many people are in this room, or if this is even real, but it feels so fucking good. The gagging on my cock sends me over the edge and I release my seed down this person'sthroat as my entire body prickles with lust. I want more. My cock never softens as another set of lips takes me into their warm mouth.

“Fuckkkkkkkk,” is all I manage to say and I hear a sinister giggle.

“Do you like that, Mr. Jameson, sir? Because I like it. I hope you do too. This is a fun little experiment. I just wish you could pay me back the favor. Jethro never does. It’s always want, want, want with him. Would you eat my kitty if I asked nicely?” The sinister but angelic voiced woman says as she jerks my cock faster and faster, squeezing so tightly it almost hurts.

“Jethro is a bitch. Real men eat pussy. Fuckkkk.” I groan, as she drags her nails up and down my shaft as she continues to speak.

“He didn’t like you calling him a bitch. I’ll have to pay for that later. You have such a nice dick, Mister. It’s so big and veiny. I just want to suck the soul out of you. But what do I get, huh?” She yells, as she digs her nails into my length causing me to cry out.

“I never get anything in return. They just see me as a warm hole who runs around this place dressed up as a clown. I want more. I need to cum just as much as everyone else does. Please sir. Can I cum? I want it so bad. Let me ride this cock. I was told I couldn't, but it’s just so pretty. Especially as it bleeds from my nails. Such a gorgeous sight.” She drones on at a mile a minute.

“Do it, fuck it. Your pussy won’t hurt as bad as your fucking nails do.” I spit, wishing she would stop.

“Oh, now you’re unhappy and don’t like what I’m doing?” She stops with a huff.

“You fucking men are all the same, useless and unworthy of a girl like me. Fuck this. I’m out. Come find me when you’re ready to take on a real woman.” She says, dropping my cock and scooting off the bed.

“What is your name?” I ask and she laughs, no, she giggles and it's the most frightening sound I’ve ever heard.

“I’m Lolli, Lolli-gag.” She says as the door slams shut in her wake.

What kind of name is that? She’s fucking batshit, which only leads me to believe. No. No fucking way.

I’m at Hillsboro; Hillsboro Institute for the Mentally Insane. Fuckkkkkkkk.

twenty-six

Braids & The Spinnies

Jade

The moon shining through the windows, and whispers echoing off the high ceiling, wake me from my slumber.How long have I been out for?

“You guys suck at a low profile, if that is what you’re going for.” I groan as I roll over to see exactly who's in my room. Sitting up, I climb out of the bed, walk over to them sitting on the couch in front of the roaring fire and I snark.

“Ahh, good evening, Madra.” I snicker, and he rolls his eyes. Looking over at Flynn, I raise a brow.