Page 68 of Asphyxia
As I passed down the row of occupied cells, I observed how oddly quiet it was, questioning if the cells themselves were soundproof—similar to solitary.
Holding Heather’s ID card up to the black scanner across from Adrian’s door, I heard the audible click and release of the bar lock—my moment had finally come.
Before any patrolling guards could acknowledge what I was up to, I slipped inside his cell and shut the door behind me, locking me in with the one man I had fought so hard to escape.
Itwasdarkinsidehis cell, the only light source coming from the small, barred rectangular window. By the time I could inspect my surroundings, a shiver had snaked its way up my spine.
“Hello, sweetheart.” Adrian crooned from the far corner of the cell.
I could see his dark figure lounging on his cot, arms relaxed behind his head, and ankles crossed as if he didn’t have a single care in the world.
Within seconds, my vision turned red with seething, blind rage toward the nightmare that lurked in the shadows.
“You know how much I hate that word.” I hissed as I stepped further into his cell and away from the door.
“What? Sweetheart?” He huffed with a chuckle as frigid as his heart. “I remember you loving that nickname. Melting in the palm of my hand for it… or should I say more specifically—coming.”
Adrian sat up slowly, his figure still nothing more than a haunting silhouette—a nightmare against the cold cement wall, illuminated solely by the full moon that penetrated through the bars from outside.
I slid my hands into my jacket pockets, never tearing my eyes away from his. All I wanted to do was put a bullet in his head right where he sat, but I knew drawing out his death would be far more gratifying.
“You don’t own me anymore, Adrian.” I bit out, pushing enough malice into my words that it met my eyes with the fire I felt burning within me. “The Madison you so easily manipulated for all those years is gone.”
“Is she, though?” He cocked his head to the side like the predator he was and smirked before abruptly launching himself at me.
Startled, I fell back, swept off my feet as a hand wrapped around my throat, and my body was slammed against the hard wall.
“Tell me, sweetheart. If I were to slide my hand between your delicious thighs right now, would that pretty tight cunt already be wet for me? If I remember correctly, the combination of anger and pain turns you on, does it not?” His voice raked over my senses, and I clenched my teeth at the sound, my stomach twisting with disgust for everything he represented.
Feeling around inside my pocket, I gripped the handle of the small scalpel I had managed to sneak through all the additional checkpoints successfully. I shifted my weight to stab Adrian in the back of his shoulder blade.
His savage green eyes lit up with excitement as he caught my sudden movement, and he immediately grabbed my wrist with his free hand, overpowering me as he slammed it against the cement.
I tightly gripped my fist around the handle as if I had no other weapon—clinging to it as if it were my last line of defense.
“Ah, I see you did come to play. Not a disappointment after all. I knew my good girl wouldn’t come to me without a fight.”
“Fuck you, Adrian.” I gritted out through my teeth, unwilling to let him see me breaking on the inside.
I had fully convinced myself that I would have the upper hand on him after he'd spent weeks behind bars, but he was still just as strong and cunning as before.
Prison did nothing to lower his morale.
And why the fuck did I think it would?
“Gladly, I’ll even let you keep the blade. Make it interesting.” His lips grazed along the side of my neck, and I swallowed heavily. “You always smell so damn good…” He groaned. “What do you think? Want me to fuck you just like old times? Make you come until you no longer hate me.”
Adrian angled his head to face me, my eyes connecting with his as I bit down hard on my cheek—enough to taste iron.
My shallow breaths began to quiver with every set of emotions I was feeling, ranging everywhere from frightened to pissed the fuck off.
“I thought I taught you not to hesitate; now look who has the upper hand.” Adrian teased, his thumb caressing the pulse point on my neck.
“Go ahead.” I breathed, looking dead into his eyes. “Kill me. End the nightmare you started. I’m done being afraid of you.”
“Now, that would be too easy, and I invested far too much of my precious time into you to let you simply die just because you asked for it.”
Adrian’s words were just another form of his sick, twisted torture.
