TWISTED

1: THE BEGINNING

"You're gonna behave right lady?"

I could feel the shift in the air when the door was pushed open. I saw a man's feet approach me slowly.

5steps. Left, right.

4steps. Left, right.

3steps. Left, right.

2steps. Left, right.

1step. Left

I slowly brought my head up to meet his eyes. He was a short distance away now. "...wont misbehave right?" I caught the last bits of whatever nonsense he was spewing.

I smirked at him but of course he couldnt see because of the cloth tied around my mouth. He slowly reached to the back of my head to untie the restraint. He stopped abruptly causing my focus to shift from the hand approaching me back to his hallow features. I let a sad expression leak through my eyes for him to see I mean no harm. It seemed to work, because a moment later, the thick cloth fell loosely on my laps and a light breeze was hitting the covered skin.

I took in a deep breath from my mouth and gave him a lazy smile. My eyes were back to the floor as I could not hold my head up due to the exhaustion I felt but I managed to shift my eyes enough to look past those loose strands of hair and up at him.

My eyes didn't once drift from his as he took me in, in my straight jacket, white trousers and bare feet, tied to the chair. Everything about me right then screamed mental asylum in bright neon colors.

I wasn't a fool to sensual desires and I could tell he was trying to picture my physique under these shapeless clothes. That just got me excited.

I gave the best seductive smile I could muster in this slightly weakened state. He smirked back at me.

I didn't miss the way he shifted himself through his pants, or the slight twinkle in his eyes that I was sure was just an echo of the fire burning through him.

I couldn't stop the excitement that leaked through my being as it showed in my features and I could tell he didnt miss it too.

He just misunderstood it.

"Pretty girl" he murmured.

Finally, some action

His hand came up to brush hair away from my eyes. He slowly trailed them from my cheek down and I caught the two fingers dancing along my skin, in my mouth.

The bulge in his pants grew as I sucked his fingers slowly, all the while maintaining eye-contact.

After a moment, my mouth dropped to a smirk and I could tell that he was confused for a bit by the change of expression before a wave of emotions overtook him.

Shock

Anger

Pain

Disgust

Onetwothr-

"Arhg!! Fucking bitch!" my head snapped to the side from the impact of the blow as he hit me with his good hand. The door to my little confinement burst open and three other doctors came flying into the room, one yelling for some type of equipment to be brought over. I spat out the two fingers on the floor and looked to see them already attending to Doctor OConnell's now three-fingered hand and pushing him out of my room. Two other doctors came in pushing a cart into the room. I was all too familiar with what the big syringe laying on the cart held and I tried desperately to get away from them but hands were holding me down.

No! I cried out as I saw the third doctor prepping the needle.

"He'll kill you. All of you! He's gonna kill you all!"She ignored me and instructed the ones holding me to reveal the left side of my neck. I struggled desperately with what little strength I had left and I'm afraid it wasn't much considering I gathered it all to bite off the little pricks fingers.