Page 177 of Shadowman
I’m keeping my legs together like an instinct, until I remember myself and let it spill out… Onto Felix fucking Darcey’s nice comforter.
Cum-forter. Ha!
Take that, golden boy.
“Wow… we really just jizzed all over his room,” I grumble, and Byron laughs.
“Do you think they’re coming back?” He asks cautiously.
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
“Isn’t that weird? I mean, if Darcey doesn’t sleep here, then where the hell is he?”
Realization dawns. It smacks me right upside the head.
“Holy mother…” I gasp.
“What??”
“The Ivory Mansion…” I whisper. “That’s where Dr. Love lives…”
He lifts a brow. “So?”
“So… He must bring the bloke home with him. To the mansion.”
Byron looks bewildered. “You’re saying Dr. Love brings a serial killer out of the prison and back to the mansion? Where the Warden lives??”
“Bloody hell…” I shake my head, sifting through all of this. “He is brazen, I’ll give him that.”
Is that why Manuel doesn’t trust him? Because he so clearly can’t follow orders? Or is it because Dr. Love thinks he’s above everyone and everything.
I can see that, too. Easily.
Byron gulps visibly. “That’s completely fucked.”
“Simply covering his room in ejaculate isn’t enough,” I mumble while getting dressed. “We need to up the ante.”
“What are you talking about?” he asks, stepping into his pants.
“It’s our time, Raph.” I take his face in my hands. “How long are these two going to get away with everything? They think they own this place, but we can prove them wrong. We can get our revenge.”
He blinks at me before murmuring, “What… did you have in mind?”
My wicked grin is practically Cheshire. “Oh, sweet fury… Just you wait.”
They’ve succeeded in reprogramming me.
I hate the idea that Alabaster Pen has effectively housebroken me in any kind of way. But right now, feeling so epicallyanxiouswhile doing what I’m doing—something as simple aswalking—I feel very little like my old self.
Not quite like Inmate# 62… But not like Byron Kang either.
Existing here lately has felt like one long test with no conclusion in sight. I’ve always known The Ivory likes to play games—he’s certainly had his fun toying with me over the years.But I have to say, right now, I could notpossiblyfeel more like a mouse in a maze, being observed while hunting down a piece of cheese that might not even be there.
Some words from the past come into focus…
“Just remember that who you are in the shadows is also who you are in the light.”
Shivers run through me at the memory of that day with The Ivory, in his office. But I don’t think it’s because I’mashamedof what happened anymore. This is more like a morbid sense of elation.Because I think he was right.
