TWISTED DESIRES

CHAPTER THREE

BANE

I was sick of these sessions already. I had three therapists before her, and all they gave me was bullshit while they picked apart my life. I wasn't supposed to be here, and now I had to deal with another therapist. Celeste was younger than the previous ones. At least they gave me something to fucking look at this time. The other three women were in their late 50s, and they were already divorced. It didn't take a genius to see why. Despite hating the sessions, I was looking forward to seeing Celeste again. She was a beauty but a firecracker at the same time. She had shoulder-length black hair, green eyes, and pouty lips. She had small curves but nothing noticeable. During our session, I couldn't stop staring at her lips. All I could think about once I got back to my cell was her on her knees with her lips wrapped around my cock. She was different; I could tell by the way she carried herself. She would be easy to manipulate, and that's what I needed to get out of here. The guard opened the door, and I stepped into her office. She was bent over, trying to grab something she dropped. She was wearing a short yellow sundress that was slowly rising. I leaned against the wall and decided to enjoy the view. I didn't get to see women often, so I planned to use this opportunity. She leaned down a little further, and I groaned softly. It was taking everything in me not to walk up to her, shove her face down onto the couch, and fuck her until she screamed.

"Bane, oh my God. You scared me; why didn't you say anything?"

I Shrugged, "I was enjoying the view. Did you get all dressed up for me?"

She rolled her eyes, "no."

I chuckled; I was going to have to put a stop to this attitude. "You should know better than anyone not to come into a prison dressed like that."

She crossed her arms over her chest, making her breasts push up from her dress. "There's nothing wrong with my outfit. Listen, I'm not about to argue with you. Sit down so we can get started."

I sat on the sofa and pulled a cigarette out.

She came and sat across from me. "I'm sorry I'm having our session late. I had a few things I had to do today. I usually don't have sessions at night, but here we are."

I lit my cigarette and inhaled deeply. "I don't have anything else to do. What do you want to talk about this time, Celeste?"

"So, I decided to jump right into it. I have the checklist of questions, and depending on your answer, that will help me determine your mental state. That will also help me determine your mental state at the time of the crime. So, the first question that I have for you is. Have you ever suffered from or got treatment for a mental illness?"

I raised an eyebrow, "No. I'm perfectly sane."

"You seem pretty confident about that."

"I know myself better than any therapist."

"You don't think the crime you committed plays a part in your mental illness?"

I took another hit of my cigarette. Exhaling slowly, watching the wisps of smoke curl and twist into the air. "No, people with no mental illness commit crimes all the time. Would you say a man who killed his wife was mentally ill because he caught her cheating? It was a heat of the moment."

She tapped her pen against her clipboard. "You're knowledgeable, I'll give you that. Have you ever been prescribed medication or taking medication to treat a mental illness?"

"No."

"Have you ever been taken to a mental hospital for treatment?"

"No, I've never been to a hospital for crazy people. Don't get me wrong, Celeste. I'm a little crazy, who isn't, but I'm not that crazy."