Page 125 of A Foster Fling
“Of course he will always be taken care of. But we would much rather have you there to assist.” I could hear the humor in his dark tone.
It was his favorite part to play. The concerned ‘doctor’. The well intentioned human trying to soothe a troubled soul. All the while venom and toxic sludge writhed beneath his skin.
“Can you stand up or must I have Wendell come help you?” He hissed at me.
I immediately tried to push to my feet because I didn’t want that miscreants hands on me again. He was already the reason I was in such bad shape. The skin on my neck stretched as I moved and the searing pain made me groan.
Wendell’s favorite act of degradation was to bend you over into uncomfortable positions and try to pop your head off by squeezing the back of your neck. All while holding his keys. If you didn’t bleed he didn’t let you up. If he didn’t get off on your back. He didn’t let you go. Sometimes when he was really frisky he didn’t let up until you were crying.
There’s something so humiliating about being dry humped by a man who smells like lilies while your neck feels like it’s snapping. It’s almost worse than the actual torture. I thinkhegot off on knowing that Wendell did his sick shit to us.
The doctor was a prideful creature. He demanded control at all times. I am not one to be controlled. Dr. Lukas Stopheles had been made my enemy by that fact. I refused to call him by his name. It’s a dead ringer for the devil himself so I kept it real.
“Tilda, you can’t let him touch me.” I pled with her as I tried to get up.
“It’s okay, we won’t let him. Will you let me help you up?” She moved forward to help me but Lukas stopped her.
“No. She gets up on her own or she stays here. She’ll not be pampered any longer.”
“Doctor, she hasn’t eaten in days she just needs a little help.”
“Have you forgotten why she’s here Nurse Mason? Did you forget what she did?” At his reminder Tilda stepped back from me and looked away.
What I had done, was made out with my boyfriend. She had different reasons for being upset about it. Either way, it was being used as a weapon against me. Whether I deserved the punishment or not.
“And you, Sayler? Do you understand why you’re here?” He sneered at me.
“Because you’re a sick fuck?” Every time I was about to cave he pushed me to fight more.
“Oh lamb. I hate to make you suffer.” He smiled as if nothing brought him more joy.
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The memory zips and crackles as my body is again shaken from sleep. My eyes blink rapidly as I try to focus in the dark. Caerus is shaking me and my throat is tight as if I had been screaming.
“Jesus! Okay Cae, I’m awake. Stop before you dislodge my brain.” I grumble and he freezes.
There’s a faint light from an LED strip along the floor and when he leans into my space I can see him clearly. I remember in a rush that I have been taken and this man is not Cae. He still wears the mask that triggered my nightmare.
“Oh god. You’re from there aren’t you? What do you want?” I whimper as my one true fear stares back at me.
The mask was worn by many, none were kind.
“What are you afraid of?” He asks me curiously.
“Who are you? The friggin’Scarecrow? What do you want?!”
“I want you.”
“What the-fuck you! Why am I here? You need to let me go. I can’t stay here. I need to go!” I’m becoming manic as my thoughts and emotions somersault through my head.
“Why are you so upset now?” He almost sounds concerned as he reaches to brush hair off my face. “You’ve been so calm.”
“Don’t touch me. I need you to get away.” I try to keep my voice from shaking but fail.
That’s how it is with me. A steady rhythm of apathy and then it all comes crashing down into an emotional torrent. Everything I haven’t felt before comes bursting through me all at once. And when an episode hits me, bad things happen.
Caerus is my anchor and he isn’t there to pull me out. It’s the first time in years that he can’t soothe the monsoon of feelings coursing through me. I’m solid panic.