Page 10 of Dirty Little Psycho
“Keep eating my ass. I'm about to cum all over this pussy,” he snarls. Karley does as he says and not a minute later Draven comes with a roar so primal that Simba would be fucking proud. Jets of cum land on her stomach and the top of her pussy, branding her as our toy.
Karley Le Roux has no idea she now belongs to us and we plan to use her every single day until daddy dearest finally grants us our release from this hellhole he locked us in.
TEN
KARLEY
I’m so strung out and my frustration has only mounted as time ticks by. When they untied me and left me laying on the bed as they walked out and locked the door behind them, I thought it was some kind of joke but I was wrong. I’m left in this fucking cell with a dead body on the ground, it’s head caved in and cum and blood crusted to my skin with no way of cleaning myself. All I have to cover my nakedness and keep warm is one of the hoodies they left behind.
I’ve been huddled against the wall in the opposite corner from the body and bed for so long my body is aching and protesting. I’m too exhausted to move and terrified that the dead guy will wake up and try to eat me likeThe Walking Dead.
I’ve been fighting to stay awake but I keep dozing on and off. The last thing I want is for those masked freaks to come back and turn my body against me again for the third time. I don’t know what it is with these assholes, but the whole mask thing and the fact they take what they want without remorse has me weak in the fucking knees. I need to focus on getting the fuck out of here, I need to find those two guys, Carter and Vaughn, and see if they can help me.
My stomach is cramping and making its hunger known but it’s my throat that is the worst—the thirst is real. There is a basin in the corner but the sight of the rusty tap puts me off drinking from it.
I startle awake to the sound of the buzzer and the lock on the door clicking open. When my door opens on its own, I begin to tremble with worry that I may be attacked again or the masked fuckers will come back.
The least those bastards could do is get me off this time!
When three men enter the cell, I press my back harder against the wall, waiting for them to strike out but none of them look at me. Instead, they head straight for the body. Two of them grab an arm each while the third guy grabs both the legs on his own and they carry him out of here without even giving me a single glance. I sit here with bated breath just waiting for them to come back in and pick up where their friend left off yesterday. My eyes begin to burn from not blinking due to me staring at the open doorway for so long. Men walk past my cell but none of them even acknowledge me. Can they not see me?
A shriek of surprise lodges in my throat when Carter appears in the doorway. His features are pulled taut as he takes in the sight of me. I mull over what to say and try to come up with a way to explain the dried blood on the floor, bed and covering me but I doubt he would even believe me—it’s not like I can tell the truth.
Hey, Carter. Some guy wearing a mask came in after you guys left, killed some asshole who tried to rape me, then fucked me in his blood. Oh, wait, his two other friends came in halfway through and decided to fuck my face and his ass while he fucked me.
I mentally snort, yeah, I need to come up with a good lie or this guy is going to lock me away in a padded room and toss the fucking key.
“Come with me.” I learned my lesson last night about staying here alone so I follow him without complaint. I keep my head down and don’t make eye contact with anyone as I pass by. After what seems like a million turns and a hundred hallways, he pushes open a door and motions for me to enter. I eye him warily for a moment before stepping inside…
“A bathroom,” I breathe out.
“It’s only used by the female staff. I managed to find some womanly products and placed them in the stall with a towel and change of clothes. I’ll wait out here.” I don’t get a chance to reply or thank him before he closes the door and leaves me alone to wash away the blood and… semen coating my skin. Call me fucking stupid if you like, but as I strip off the hoodie and stand under the spray of water, I feel remorseful. Even when I brush my teeth I loathe that the taste of him is no longer on my tongue.
Once I’m finished, I step out and dry off. The clothes laid out for me are plain, white cotton bra and panties, gray sweats and plain white cotton long-sleeve shirt. A pair of socks and sneakers in my size rest on the ground. I don’t dwell on the fact that Carter knows my clothing size or shoe size as I quickly change, then head out to meet him in the hallway. He looks me over, then nods and motions for me to follow after him.
This time, I do look around and take in my surroundings. The men that mill about the halls look malnourished and filthy, their clothes torn and look like they haven’t been washed in months. A couple of the guys walk with a limp and look as if they are in pain. Unable to keep my mouth closed any longer, I ask Carter.
“Are any of the patients here getting medication or access to clean clothing?” Carter slams to a stop and whirls around to face me, the look of surprise on his face renders me silent.
He scans my face searching for something but I’m not sure what. “Do you actually care?” His tone is firm and has me narrowing my eyes.
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t!” I hiss.
“Why would you care about these people?” The accusation in his tone grates on my nerves.
“Because I do. Even murderers are entitled to clean living accommodations and medicine. This place is fucking horrendous and horrible. No one should have to live like this.” I mutter the last part as I look at an elderly man across the hall from me, he’s gripping his side, coughing, and it sounds painful.
“The owner of this place doesn’t care. He gets paid to keep everyone here, not to keep them healthy, clothed and fed.”
Shame washes over me. The owner of this place is my father and I have no doubt if any of these men found out I would be as good as dead.
“Do me a favor, when the devils come to you, do as they say because they own this place and they are the only ones who can keep you alive in here.” My jaw slackens as Carter turns and walks away. It takes me a second to compose myself before I am chasing after him.
Carter leads me into a food hall and instructs me to wait by a table while he gathers me food and water. I thought we would stay in the crowded room but he leads me back to myroom—I use that word loosely because I refuse to admit I am sleeping in a cell.
When Carter hands me the tray of food and water, I practically inhale the food and down the water a few gulps.
“I’ll leave you to it. You have an hour before the devils will come knocking.” I choke and splutter on my water as I stare up at Carter, the knowing look in his eyes has me cringing. “Cameras are fitted throughout this place… even the morgue,” he says cockily, then shoots me a wink and walks out like he didn’t just blow my fucking mind.
