Devil in White

Chapter 8

This is a LONG ASS chapter. A lot happens in this one, and it might just be my favorite one yet! I hope you enjoy! 🖤

Anastasia woke to her cold, empty bed. How Henry managed to carry her here without getting caught, she didn't know.

She looked down to see she was wearing her sweats and sweatshirt. He must have changed her into comfortable clothes once he brought her back. The thought easily formed blush across her cheeks.

As she tried to stand, her knees nearly buckled, legs trembling. "Jesus," she whispered to herself while she attempted to wobble towards the bathroom.

That man was practically a god for making her this weak in the limbs.

Brushing the knots out of her hair, she looked down at her waist, faint bruising from how harshly he grasped her.

She could feel her panties slowly getting wet from the memory of him thrusting his c-

Tap tap tap

"Anastasia? Are you in there?"

Frantically running over to look at the clock, she sees that she's late. Very late. "Shit!"

Anastasia quickly opens the door, revealing Dr. Brenner. "Are you sick? You look..."

"I'm fine! I overslept. It's not easy to get decent sleep on concrete bedding. I apologize for my tardiness."

His eyes didn't waver from hers as he let out a deep sigh. "Please hurry. The evening nurse would like to go home."

"At least she gets to go home," she mumbled under her breath. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

Once he had left, she moved at the speed of lightening, unfortunately not getting a chance to shower. Great.

Her feet carried her quickly down the white halls until she was met with an irritated look. "I am so, so sorry, Nathalie. I don't know what came over me."

The woman was usually very nice, but she clearly wasn't having it today. "Look, I know you're new, so I'll give you a break. But for future reference, this kind of shit doesn't slide. Don't let it happen again."

Not another word was spoken between them as she walked through the door. "Ugh," Anastasia grunted to herself, her body slumping in the chair. "This is going to be a long day."

Henry had been tending to the children in the rainbow room as always, looking over each and every mistake Brenner had made.

The man tried so desperately to create a better, less evil version of him. Pathetic.

There was only one potential student here that was worth Henry's time, and that was Eleven.

She held the same unique power as he did, struggled as he did. Henry saw right through her. Just needed a little push.

And push, he did.

But unfortunately, it didn't go unnoticed, and Brenner wasn't exactly an idiot.

So, as each taser strike hit his body for engaging with Eleven, making Papa's nerves stand on edge, he planned to manipulate the child into getting him out.

In his mind, he had a twisted version of a family. That being both Eleven and Ana. The child held too much potential for him to leave behind, and Ana... well, he couldn't leave behind his little slut, now could he? She was his. Whether they wanted to or not, he would take his family with him. The plan was already in motion.

It was a slow day at work for Anastasia, which was a good thing. No hurt children to work on.

She heard the distant sound of two guards speaking, and someone grunting in pain. And it almost sounded like they were...