Page 30 of Madness

I can feel a few marks welling with hot blood, and I groan as pleasure licks up my spine, “I’m not going to last much longer, my love,” I tell her. I wrap my hand around her thigh, hiking her leg up to get a better angle for her G spot.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She chants.

Her back arches, and she tightens like a vice around me, drawing out my own orgasm.

Our fluids mix, soaking the couch beneath us, and I chuckle at the way her face screws up at the sensation.

Pulling out of her, I see the way our releases mix as they drip out of her swollen pussy.

I drag two fingers over her sensitive nub down to her hole and gather the fluids, pushing it back inside of her, “You’re mine, Red.”

“Yours,” she pants as I work my fingers into her, and she clenches, her final orgasm rippling through her body.

Pulling my fingers free, the liquids glisten on my skin, and I suck them into my mouth, groaning at the taste of us both together, “Sublime,” I smirk at her.

Red laughs softly, shaking her head at me.

I help clean her up with a washcloth from my sink, hating I don’t have a shower in the ensuite to my office.

I gently smooth over her swollen pussy with the material, blowing cool air onto it as I do, “Such a pretty pussy,” I coo.

“This pussy is off limits right now,” she laughs, leaning her head back against the couch.

“What about later?” I wink, throwing the cloth to the side and helping fix her dress.

I want to pout that I didn’t get to tear her panties from her this time, but I settle for manoeuvring her so I can lay down on the couch and she can rest on my chest.

My hands instinctively start running through her hair, careful not to snag the new knots that formed as I fucked her. She shudders in my arms, goosebumps trailing over her skin.

“I love you, my love,” I murmur into her ear, her soft snores filling my office.

I take the comfort of her sleeping in my arms, wishing it could be like always, even when I know it cannot.

I made a promise to fix Wonderland.

The boy who befriended me when we were both sent to solitary the moment we arrived - sent here for things we did not do is why I do this.

After all, changing my identity and losing everyone I ever loved cannot be for nothing.

So, I’m going to be selfish, and I’ll keep Red here with me for as long as I selfishly can.

If I cannot fix Wonderland in time for her not to be in mortal danger, then I will burn this place to the ground.

If I have to, I will use Alice’s book – only given to the warden of Eden Institute, to get her and the people we care about out.

Chapter Eleven

Five thousand four hundred and ninety-eight days…

Fifteen years of no contact with anyone other than the only salvation I have in my life.

My small beacon of happiness in this twisted and warped building.

Solitary is no joke, and if it weren’t for the visits from Hare, the warden, and the visits to my girl, I would have lost my mind long ago.

My cell is bland, the original warden not allowing me to have anything ofvalue – a punishment for the ‘crime’ I committed against them.

The walls and ceiling are concrete, a bland grey colour so monotone that I feel like I may lose brain cells staring at it as I lay here in my bed, which is just a thin blue mat on a solid base.

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