Page 19 of Exposed
Once this meeting is over, I will adjust Oliver’s instructions. He will no longer touch Violet’s body unless it is to complete an instruction, such as restraining her or feeding her. He may assist me, but he can neveruseher…because I consider Violet mine.
A chill runs down my spine, the hairs on my arms lifting.Mine.That isn’t a word I use often. I swish my tongue around my mouth, enjoying the salty sourness lingering on my taste buds from licking her juices off of my fingers earlier. I run my palm over my trousers, stroking myself under the desk. Over the spot of pre-cum, I flex my fingers, tightening my hold over the head of my cock, remembering how her soft pussy walls squeezed the blood out of my fist.
There are so many things I can tease out of a woman like Violet. By the time I’m done training her, she’ll hardly be a woman at all. More of athing.A toy for my amusement. A slutty little twat eager to be used, desperate to do every disgusting thing I tell her.
And the cunt will beg for it.
“Is it as bad as I thought?” Benji asks. He avoids my eyes and clears his throat. “I’ve been trying to help her. I don’t know. She’s just—” He pulls on his collar, chokes on his spit, and coughs. Eventually, he continues. “It’s weird,right? Shelikedyour fist. There’s something off about that, you know? Don’t get me wrong, Doc. I love her. She’s great. After spending years with her, how could I not fall for her, you know? It’s just…I don’t know about this. I’m trying, but I’m scared, Doc. Is it bad? It’s bad, isn’t it? I?—”
I don’t blame Benji for falling in love with Violet. One moment, he’s simply observing her quirks, hardly aware of her potential deviancy, and the next, the poor man falls in love with the cunt.
Like Benji, I want to see Violetthrive;what that means to each of us is vastly different. Benji wants her to be fully independent. I, on the other hand, want to see her blossom into her truest form: my personal toy.
“It’sworse,I’m afraid,” I say. I massage my sore cock, eager for my own release and to force the slutty bitch to experience every delicious pain imaginable. “As I’m sure you saw during the preliminary examination, we tested her for objectification arousal. And she…”
I pause my words for effect, knowing I could tell him exactly how wet his girlfriend’s cunt was, and his entire world would fall into shock. The poor man would likely need to be hospitalized himself.
Then again, the idiot already knows the truth.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” I say. “But Violet is by far the most severe case I’ve ever encountered.”
Benji’s shoulders droop, then he grabs his chest. Amusement buzzes inside of me, shifting like a swarm of insects in my rib cage, yet I keep my expression dismissive.
“My concern is she will only find true healing if she completes a necessary stay at the asylum,” I say. Benji swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his thin neck. Ibroaden my shoulders. “Shemustbegin the successive testing phase.”
At those words, Benji flashes with fright, his adrenaline a white light rooting itself in his pupils. A memory, perhaps, triggered from those words:testing phase.
Perhaps Benji needs his own stay in our asylum.
“As you know, we begin with the initial examination, followed by the diagnosis, which is our current state,” I explain. He fidgets in his chair, the pathetic rat. I sneer down my nose. “Next, we begin the successive testing phase, which involves more assessments of her behavior. If treatment is necessary, I shall grant her a short return to her living quarters to collect any obligatory medications.”
“Medications?”
My upper lip curls. Do I need to explain everything to him?
“We prefer to avoid physiological illnesses at the asylum,” I say. “We must keep our patients in a prime physical condition, and I’ve always respected my fellow colleagues’ advice.” I chuckle briefly, then return to my stoicism. “After that, she shall enter the asylum for an extended period, during which she will complete her intellectual training.”
I crack my neck and tighten my ponytail, energy tingling in my extremities. This should be routine to me, but the idea of keeping Violet close to me while I mold her into my perfect object excites me. She has so much potential, and we’ve only just begun.
“We have no estimate of how long the training will take,” I say. “It could be years.”
Benji burrows in his chair, a rodent preparing for the inevitable winter. Many would expectmoreof a reaction—perhaps even violence—from a caring boyfriend, but I’ve come to understand Benji’s behavior. This fidgeting is his only sign of distress; defiance is not in his nature.
Since Benji first explained his concerns with Violet, my interest in her has grown exponentially. This initial examination and my own reaction to Oliver’s assistance has sealed my need to keep the cunt for myself.
Once she finally enters the Wellard Asylum to begin her training, there will be no escape. She’ll be in my cage forever.
Because of my other project, I will have a limited amount of time to use her fully conscious potential, and thus, I will take full advantage of her final hours until I finally merge her with my secret project. I have additional curiosities when it comes to that phase of her existence.
“A-and you’re sure it’s absolutely necessary?” Benji stutters. “There’s nothing else we can do? An outpatient thing? I don’t know. What other options do we?—”
“It isabsolutely necessary,” I snap. A foul stench floats around us, reminiscent of ammonia, and his heavy breath is an incessant bell.
I abandon my cock and link my fingers above the desk. I hate when men like him show signs of insubordination.
I grit my teeth. “You want what’s best for her, don’t you?”
“I do, but?—”
