Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“But if I come willingly, he might begin to suspect that I like it.”
Alton comes into the room, and I see the restraints in his hand. I know that I have to go with him, and he’ll use any means necessary.
“Dr. Crane’s henchman until the bitter end, eh?” He narrows his eyes on me, but I close my book and place it on the bed next to me before I stand. “Fine, let’s get this over with.”
Once we’re out in the hallway, I turn to walk by the nurses’ station. Olivia is still here even though her shift ended a while ago. Mia is talking to her in a low voice, and when she sees me, her eyes widen.
“Where are you going?” she asks me, and when I don’t answer, she turns to Alton.
“Dr. Crane is going to do a therapy session with his patient,” Alton says cooly. “I’ve been asked to retrieve him.”
Mia’s eyes narrow, and I know she’s guessed exactly where he’s taking me. “Why don’t I escort the patient to Dr. Crane’s office?” she offers. “I need to ask him a few questions about the new patient.”
“I believe she’s being seen by Dr. Rourk. You’ll be able to find him in his office,” Alton says dismissively.
When Mia opens her mouth to argue, I shake my head ever so slightly, and she stops. Alton grabs my upper arm, and before she can make another protest, he pulls me in the direction of the basement.
When we get to the room of pain, Alton pulls open the door, and I see Dr. Crane rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
“Hello, Jimmy,” I say to him, and the sadistic fucker grins. Dr. James Crane is known as Jimmy by his closest friends, including my father.
“Have you missed me?” he asks and then cracks his knuckles.
The nights he beats me, it’s never a fair fight. He has Alton tie me up, and then he takes out all of his anger and frustrations on my flesh. I’ve been his punching bag since the night I caught him and my father assaulting a young woman in our house.
My father always had his predilections for aggressive sex. I witnessed at a very young age just how much pleasure can come from pain. But his childhood best friend was always pushing for more. Jimmy would have a turn with the women, and they would always beg him to stop. It took me a long time to understand that although my father wasn’t participating in the abuse, he certainly wasn’t stopping his best friend. It wasn’t until I saw him give in to those dark desires that I knew I couldn’t stay silent any longer.
My mother was dead by that point, so all I could do was call the cops. That was a joke. Of course, my dad paid off whoever it was that came to investigate, and he made sure I paid dearly for the stunt. He was more careful after that and never brought them to our home. But I never stopped watching him and snooping for information on how he was getting his next victims. That’s when he had me committed. His BFF had all the connections to have me put away in this shithole, and the bonus was that he could beat on me anytime he felt like it. He got off on it. He wanted to feel powerful.
I suspected that after they stopped bringing girls to our home, they brought them here, but I never had hard evidence. Every now and then when Jimmy is euphoric from seeing the bruises and marks he’s left on me, he lets information slip. He also makes Alton stay in the room to witness, which is just another layer to his blackmail. If Alton is witnessing what’s happening and doesn’t stop it, then he’s a part of it too.
“I should have known the new girl would have you a little too worked up,” I say, trying to annoy him.
Dr. Crane shrugs like it’s not a big deal as he reaches to unbuckle the shackles that are hanging on the wooden frame. The one I fucked Mia against.
“It’s probably for the best that you’ve moved your attention to her.” My voice is casual, but I see when Dr. Crane’s hands pause. “Especially now that Mia has rejected you.”
“She didn’t reject me.” Dr. Crane narrows his eyes. This is when Jimmy likes to come out and play. This guy wants to say I’m psycho, but he’s the one with a split personality.
“She didn’t? That’s odd then.” I pretend to think it over as I frown and tuck my hands in my pockets. “It’s strange because I could have sworn when I fucked her in the linen closet it was my name she was screaming.”
“What did you say?”he hisses as his fingers tighten on the shackles.