Page 29 of Lonely
Carter had misbehaved the night Anna played buckaroo on my cock.
As a result, he spent the following week in solitary after a session of shock treatment, much to my disappointment.
Doctor Andersen had overseen that decision, and I’d had to keep my mouth shut or risk getting into trouble.
I didn’t want eyes on me. Secrets were harder to keep when people started noticing you.
Andersen was slowly coming to, making low, indistinguishable noises in the bathtub where he lay naked, lips sewn shut.
He could sense me. He couldn’t move, but his harsh breaths were growing more labored.
I crouched and plugged the bathtub.
“I injected you with a paralytic agent.”
His eyes went wide, and his pathetic whimpers echoed in the small bathroom. I turned on the tap, making sure the water was cold enough to shrivel his balls, then shook the excess from my hand.
“I didn’t like what you did, you know.”
I flicked droplets into his eyes, savoring the fear leaking from his pores.
“Touching what’s mine.”
I shook my head in disapproval before standing and tapping the edge of the tub with a finger.
“You shouldn’t have touched Carter. Now I have no choice but to punish you.”
Andersen’s ragged breaths barely rose above the sound of the rushing water.
I sat on the toilet and rested my elbows on my thighs. The tub filled slowly. I estimated I had about twenty minutes before the paralytic wore off. Andersen would be dead by then.
“You don’t get it, do you?” I said quietly. “The moment I saw him, I knew he was special.”
His lashes fluttered. His thighs were nearly fully submerged.
“Did he scream when you strapped him to the table? Did he fight?” I ground my teeth, flexing my hand into a tight fist. A storm churned inside me, just like the one last week.
“I bet you felt powerful when you pumped him full of electricity.” I raised my gaze and exhaled slowly through my nose.
“I bet it got you hard.”
One of his big toes twitched. I watched the small movement while the sound of the water filling the tub drowned out all thoughts except those of Carter.
Those thoughts were vivid . . . the tendon in Carter’s neck straining to the point of snapping when Andersen had flipped the switch. The hair-raising scream that followed.
I closed my eyes and pressed my hands over my ears to block out the distant echo. The noise pressed in from all sides, relentless and unforgiving.Breathing deeply, I shook my head to clear it.
When I opened my eyes, water slid across Andersen’s hairy chest and merged in the center.
His other toe wiggled as he blinked.
Intrigued, I slid off the toilet and knelt before the tub, watching the water climb higher along his neck.
“Mesmerizing, isn’t it? You can’t move, but you can feel everything.”
Reaching over the edge, I pinched his nose. “You can’t even open your mouth.”
My cock twitched at the fear swimming in his blown pupils. Everyone lucid enough feared death in their final moments. Especially a violent end like this.
