Page 19 of Asphyxia
The thought of claiming her right now was so fucking hot. Even while buried balls deep inside of her, I grew even harder knowing that she wasn’t going anywhere.
Madison was ours.
She belonged to us.
Chapter 10
Madison
Itwasfartooearly for me to be back at the hospital, but I had unfinished business I needed to attend to, so here I was, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Who would have thought that being claimed by two irresistible young men would put me in such a brilliant mood this morning? Lucky me.
If I had known that was all it would take to lighten my soul, I would have considered an arrangement like this much earlier.
While Marcus was like a warm and decadent dessert, Dean was the ice cream and cherry on top. They complimented each other so well, and what was even more of a bonus was that they satisfied me enough that my dark memories and thoughts remained buried where they belonged.
My only hope with the boys was that they were serious about sharing me and that this package deal wasn’t just some sad excuseto cover up my careless act of crawling into the wrong bed last night.
“Good morning, Scotty; how are we feeling? Any sign of remorse yet, or are we still working on the basics of humanity?” I crooned, tilting my head as I removed the drape from his face.
I had given Scott a pretty significant dose of sedative to keep him quiet while I was gone, and the drugs were only just now working their way out of his system. He was currently strapped down to one of the embalming tables of the hospital’s morgue and no longer unconscious.
I made sure he was secured to the point that he couldn’t get free on his own, his wrists and ankles bound by zip ties and a belt strapped across his waist to keep his body firmly pressed against the cool metal top.
“Fuck you, Bitch.” Scott spat, attempting to rip his arms from the restraints but doing nothing other than causing his skin to break and bleed from the pressure.
“You know, it’s funny. Your name is Scott Madison, and mine is Madison Scott. What are the odds?” I chuckled as I casually climbed onto the metal table adjacent to his and crossed my legs, making myself comfortable. “It’s almost as if this little life lesson was just meant to be,” I added, picking at my nails with a skin hook that Gavin, the mortuary tech, had left out.
Gavin had become a close friend of mine over the years, so it wasn’t hard to convince him to keep his mouth shut about Scott after I had informed him of what he had done to hisex-girlfriend.
I had bribed him a few times over the years, and the morgue in the basement of the hospital became my sanctuary from the chaos of the ED—my own personal playground of redemption.
“You’re going to jail for this.”
“Is that seriously the worst scenario you could come up with?” I scoffed with heavy sarcasm as I dropped the surgical instrument on the table. “I don’t think so. You see, that would require someone to give a fuck about you and your whereabouts—and based on the damage you inflicted on your—now—ex-girlfriend, I’m sure that list is very, very short. Nice try, though.”
After getting Scott into the basement, Gavin assisted me in strapping him down to the table. I reviewed the woman’s patient chart and signed the necessary documents on his behalf, still feeling sick to my stomach for what he had done.
When I returned to the trauma room, I notified the medical staff in charge of her care that the police had escorted her boyfriend down to the station to file a formal report of the assault.
With my flawless reputation and senior status, they didn’t bat an eye at my story; her care was more important than wherever the fuck Scott ended up.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, strapping me down to this fucking table?”
“Your worst fucking nightmare.” My sadistic laugh echoed throughout the morgue as I slid off the table and strolled towards him. “I’m so fucking sick of men like you…” I picked up a scalpel as I turned around the far end of his table with slow, calculated steps. “Forcing women into doing things that they don’t want any part of just so you can get off and feel good about yourself—”
“You don’t know shit—”
“I know more than you could ever imagine, Scotty—because I was one of those poor fucking women. Used, abused, and then tossed aside as if I didn’t fucking matter anymore.” I sneered as I held up the scalpel and stared at my reflection in the blade.
As I fixated on myself, I saw toxic green eyes staring back at me—his.
Adrian was like a dark cloud looming over me everywhere I went. Even though he was gone and out of my life entirely, he was still here—the bits and pieces he left behind as he built me into his fucked up image.
“Wha—what are you doing with that?” Scott’s demeanor changed as he gawked at me in wide-eyed anticipation, anxiously watching as I lost myself in the steel and my memories—turning numb from the world around me.
When I initially stepped into this room, I was happy and light—but now I suddenly felt far heavier—carrying a burden that never should have existed within me.
“I’m going to fix you—” A breathless whisper passed my lips as my mind drifted away like a feather on the wind and red bled across my vision.
