Page 44 of Madness

I mean, if I truly loved her, then wouldn’t I want her to be happy?

And if these men made her happy, then who am I to tell her no? As long as she has space in her heart for me, then I have no issues, though I will be showing her who she truly belongs to later.

I may want her to be happy, but I’m a possessive bastard, and she knows it… she loves it.

I’m hers forever. She owns my soul and my heart, and without her to reign me in, I fear for how Wonderland would fare.

She is my anchor, my sanity in this fucked up institute, and when all I want to do is watch the walls crumble to ash, and the flames turn toembers as it all burns to the ground, she is the reminder that Wonderland… Eden Institute is now my responsibility.

The telltale sound of the bookcase scraping against the floor lets me know who’s entering my space, and I smirk when he growls low at the sight on the screen.

Red’s head is thrown back in a silent moan, Desmond sucking on her neck like that weird pale glittery guy from that one film.

My love likes it, though, and I bet if I had the sound on, her filthy, sweet moans would fill the room.

“Who the fuck is that?” Bander leans over into my space, his face centimetres from the laptop screen.

“That is Desmond. One of the twins,” I tell him.

“The time one?”

“No, that’s the other one.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. He’s the one with about a million different favours owed by my guards,” I laugh.

“No shit,” Bander laughs too, “So why is my Atropa’s tongue down his throat?”

“Oh, that’s because he’s promised to smuggle her in paint supplies.”

Bander rears back, his fist clenched on the desk, “He can do that?”

“He has before.”

I don’t say anything else, loving how Bander’s jaw clenches. Not because he’s jealous, butbecause he wants to provide for Red in that way with no way to do it, “Shit, I need to learn how to play fucking cards.” He scrubs his hand down his face, blowing out a deep breath.

“Will there be games later?” he asks after a beat of silence, our eyes never leaving the screen.

“There will be. Do you want to join?” I can’t keep the excitement from my voice… after all, the best games to play with our Red are the ones where we remind her who she belongs to.

“Are you putting her in solitary?”

“I am. The room next to yours or just down the hall?”

“Down the hall. If I hear those moans coming from the room next to me, I’ll have to kill everyone in the rooms near us for hearing her,” he groans, “It’s a lot of work.”

Desmond lowers Red onto her back and hovers over her, his hand disappears up her skirt, and I palm my aching cock under the desk.

“I fucking love seeing her like this,” Bander says, palming his problem, and his eye follows her like a lion tracking its prey, “Fuck it. I’m going to get a closer look.”

He storms from the room without so much as a goodbye, and I chuckle at his lack of control when it comes to her.

Nursing her back from near death a week ago was one of the worst moments of my life, but Bander never wavered, staying by her side in my office the entire time.

I tried to get him to leave, to go back to solitary before he was caught, but he refused, accepting any punishment that may come from it from the higher-ups.

Red’s silence since the incident is unsettling. I heard what her sister said to her. The footage on the cameras captured every word of her venomous assault, and I had to physically restrain myself from seeking her out and squeezing her neck until the life left her eyes.

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