Page 35 of Unwell
The warmth gathering in my panties sickened me. Yet some secret shameful part of me hoped it would take root inside me. That Marney’s sperm was fighting to impregnate me as I walked.
The thought made me want to gag and rejoice at the same time.
But where was Ginny? I hadn’t seen her through my entire shift. I’d dropped off her bag of ribbons, leaving them on her bedside table, but I hadn’t seen her at all.
I searched her ward, the grounds, and the woods.
Nothing.
‘Marney probably dragged her down to the basements for one of his experiments,’ an orderly muttered when I asked. The boredom in his voice told me he didn’t care either way. I clenched my jaw to hold back from biting at him.
The basements. Hell, I hoped not. I hated it down there. The air grew thicker with every step into the asylum’s innards, like it heaved with the sorrow of all who had passed there.
Still, I went. For Ginny.
The stairwell reeked of rust and damp, the aging asylum long past needing work done. It made plenty of profit, but it never filtered back into improvements. Just lined the pockets of the monsters who ran the place. The only new equipment purchased was loosely defined experimental techniques that were fun for the doctors.
Each bowing step groaned under my feet. The deep groan of the metal acted like a step-by-step warning to go no further. The deeper I went, the more cloying the air became. The lingering scent of mould and rot.
Then a scream came hurtling through the abandoned corridors. Bloody and grim. I gripped the handrail until my fingers ached.
The wail was high and feminine, torn and so raw it cut through my soul.
Ginny?
I forced myself onward, creeping in the shadows. None of the doctors would be pleased to see me lurkingwhere I didn’t belong. But I had to check. To save her if I could.
My chest stuttered when I saw a short-haired blonde soaked in blood.
Ginny!
Oh God, no. My body tensed until I quaked against the wall, trying to hold in a wail of my own.
I made myself to look again.
The short hair was all I could see. Not short enough.
Maybe it wasn’t Ginny?
Doubt edged me closer. A tall stack of rusting bed frames provided cover as I tried to swallow my breath.Too loud.
The vast space was more of a storage room for anything too old to be of use than a dedicated room. Marney had converted half into a makeshift surgery theatre-come-dungeon. There was nothing sterile about it, though, Marney didn’t care whether his subjects succumbed to an infection. Hell, he was more likely to introduce one. I hadn’t forgotten the poor old man he’d inflicted with rabies just to watch him suffer. Not the girl he’d locked into one of the metal cages with him.
Dr. Marney loomed over the patient who he’d secured to the metal gurney with soiled leather straps. I pressed a hand to my mouth to stifle the vomit that rose in the back of my throat. The woman’s stomach had a gash from hip to hip. Marney reached in and hauled out her intestines, draping them like butcher’s links as the woman convulsed. Blood seeped in waves from her wound, dripping in a quick staccato onto the redsoaked floor. Marney twisted his hand once, twice. The engorged innards cocooned his fist like a vile bandage. The smell hit me all at once, iron and shit. And something sweeter and sicklier, that I’d only ever smelled when the butcher left the backroom open while splitting a pig.
Marney’s face looked demonic, like a truly evil entity lurked below his human skin. He squeezed and laughed as the woman gave weakening cries. My heart broke for her. The sacrilege inflicted upon another human ripped me to the core.
With the other hand, he forced his erection into his fist, fucking the slick, scarlet coils. The wet slop of the grotesque action and the sound of his grunts made my stomach heave. He’d moaned like that while inside me, too. The bubbling squelch as blood frothed around his cock had me swallowing another wave of vomit.
Even so, my thighs clenched. The horror bled into the memory of his cock inside me only a few hours before. His filthy voice in my ear promising to breed me.
I hated myself for it.
The woman’s eyes bulged. Rolling so far back she appeared possessed. Her screams had gone hoarse, morphing into bloody gurgles. Marney didn’t notice. Or seem to care.
Bile seared my throat as I leaned, heaving against the rusted beds. The room blurred as I blinked back tears. I stumbled back and retched into the dark, vomitcovering the concrete floor. A sob tore from my throat, and I feared Marney had heard. I had to get out.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I forced myself to move.
