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  "I'll just have our driver come and get me," I murmured weakly, before leaning my head over the side of the cot and throwing up all over the floor, splatters of vomit going all over the room.

  Tony must have caught the urgency in my text message because he didn't ask any questions when I asked him to come pick me up, or maybe he could just tell how sick I was because of all the misspelled words. When I got the text that he’d arrived, I stumbled out of the nurse’s office and made my way outside, somehow managing to make it to the car without fucking dying.

  "Your parents are going to freak out," Tony grimaced as I collapsed onto the leather seat. Oh, good. He thought that right now was the best time for us to finally have a conversation. I just waved my hand at him feebly, not even sure what I was trying to convey, and he took off without another word.

  As we approached the front gates that led on to the mansion’s grounds, I asked him to pull around to the garage. It would be nice if I didn't have to explain why I was home to anyone, even though neither of my parents would be there. They were both machine-like in their devotion to schedules and habits. My mother would be out at the club drinking cocktails and schmoozing with her friends before her tennis lesson, while my dad would be at the Capitol Building, wheeling and dealing as he was so good at doing.

  And yes, I did think it was weird that my mother got toasted before she went and played tennis.

  Tony sighed and shook his head, but he listened to my request, and soon we were in the enormous nine-car garage that held my father's prized possessions—his decadent car collection.

  I didn't wait for Tony to come and open the door, I was desperate to get inside and lay down before I fainted. The house was silent as I stepped inside, but I still did my best to walk as quietly as I could on the marble floors as I made my way down the hall. The main obstacle of my journey was that I had to pass my father's home office on the way to my bedroom. And although he wouldn’t be home, there were always members of his staff in and out of our house, and I’m sure they would relish being able to tell on me.

  I’d learned early on that my father only employed weaker versions of himself as far as his governor work went.

  And weak men were snitches.

  I was a few feet away from my father’s office when I began to hear strange noises.

  They sounded like…was someone watching porn in my father’s office? And why the fuck would they leave the door cracked if they were?

  Frowning, I crept towards the door, peeked inside, and saw…a fucked up scene that I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams.

  My father…on all fours on the floor by his desk, his chief of staff Ryan—a man—fucking him in the ass while our gardener, Dale, sucked his dick from underneath.

  Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that his secretary, Stacey, was sprawled out in front of him, moaning like a porn star while he ate her out. I watched in shocked horror at the orgy I was seeing, bile filling my mouth.

  My father moaned loudly as Dale slid his lips off his dick just in time for him to cover Dale’s face with white ropes of cum, and I jumped, one of my books clattering to the floor.

  They all froze, and I backed away from the door in horror.

  “See who’s out there,” I heard my father bark. I picked up the book, stuffed it into my bag, and raced as fast as I could back in the direction that I’d come from, not wanting to lead them towards my room where they’d immediately know it was me. If I could just hide somewhere in the house…or outside…

  There were a million holes in my plan, obviously—like the fact that Tony most likely had sent a text alerting my parents I was home so he didn’t get chewed out later on. But it didn’t matter, I had to try to escape notice.

  It didn’t matter that I felt like I was dying. I was pretty sure that if I was caught, I literally would die. Because he was going to kill me.

  My father didn’t trust me on his best day, and with a secret like this…a secret that would ruin him…

  Fuck.

  I turned the corner, and ran right into something—or should I say someone.

  It was Ryan. Fuck.

  Well, this just confirmed there was a secret fucking passage in my father’s office.

  I tried to pull away from him but his fingers wrapped around my arms, squeezing me so tightly I winced in pain.

  Ryan hastily threw his suit pants back on, but they were unbuttoned…and he was still hard, and as he pulled me against him, his dick rubbed against me.

  “Looks like someone’s been a bad little girl,” he whispered cruelly, and I tried to stop the tears, but I couldn’t help it as I heard the slow, steady footsteps that I’d always associated with my father.

  Ryan grinned down at me before whirling me around, making sure to press against my ass as he held me in place while we watched my father approach.

  My father was back in his suit, the flush to his cheeks and his disheveled hair the only sign of what he’d just been partaking in.

  “I won’t say anything,” I rushed out, knowing it was no use trying to pretend I hadn’t seen him.

  My father didn’t say anything, he just kept walking towards me at that slow, methodical pace. As he got closer, I noticed a white streak smeared under his nose.

  Oh, good, he’d been sampling some coke before his little fuck fest.

  “Blake, I never wanted this to happen.”

  “Wanted what to happen?” I asked hoarsely.

  “But I’m afraid you’ve forced my hand,” he continued as if I hadn’t said anything.

  “I swear. I won’t say anything!”

  “I have no intention of a little bitch like you ever having something to hold over me,” he said calmly. “But what are we going to do with you?”

  I tried to yank away from Ryan’s grip, but he was holding on too tightly.

  So instead, I threw up…again.

  Ryan cursed, and I tried to dart forward as his grip momentarily loosened, but Dale appeared out of nowhere, grabbing onto my hair before I’d made it any further than a few steps. White-hot pain sparked through my scalp as he yanked me backwards.

  My shoulders slumped as my father stepped in front of me.

  “I’d always warned you against stepping out of line, Blake,” he said calmly as tears slid down my cheeks.

  I didn’t bother telling him how sick I was. I didn’t bother begging him anymore.

  I was fucked no matter what I did.

  In my peripheral vision, I saw Ryan raising his hand towards me, and then something stabbed me in the neck.

  “Wha—” I screeched, but the word came out funny. And when had my father turned blue? Were those black crows flying in from the windows?

  I screamed as black goo began to ooze from his eyeballs.

  The world began to spin around me, ghastly shapes and creatures filling my vision until I was sure the whole world had just ended.

  And through it all, my father’s dark chuckle was like a violent soundtrack, signaling the end of my world.

  Turned out the right dose of untraceable hallucinogens could make it very easy to persuade doctors that you’d gone crazy. And it turned out when you were the governor of the state it was no problem to convince a judge to grant a conservatorship so that you were completely under your father’s control no matter what age you were. It also turned out that the best place to make sure a person disappeared without killing them was an insane asylum.

  That’s how I became the newest resident of Bright Meadows Asylum.

  And that’s how I actually became insane.

  CHAPTER 1

  3 YEARS LATER

  BLAKE

  "Don't you dare cover up, Pet," he growled as he pulled on my dress. My breath was coming out in gasps as my eyes moved across his muscled chest. He was wearing tight, black pants, and I watched as he slowly slid them down his sculpted thighs, revealing a huge red dick with two heads that were designed to give me as much pleasure as possible. As I watched, his clawed hand circle
d his thick base, and he bit his bottom lip with a half-lidded gaze, his sharp fangs peeking out over his full lips. He was mostly human looking with the exception of a few key parts… And I’d never seen anything hotter.

  "Slide those panties down so I can make you come."

  I had no choice but to obey. As usual, he had me soaked and ready even though he hadn't so much as touched my skin yet. I slid down my panties obediently, and he grabbed me, pulling me into his lap and rubbing my soaking wet core over his hard length.

  "Fuck, you’re sexy.” He yanked me forward, and my hands automatically moved to his broad shoulders for balance as he moved me into place—my legs spread wide straddling him, my breasts flush with his chest, his huge cock flexing under me.

  Despite the fact that he towered over me, in this position we were eye to eye. He was beautiful, my monster. His glowing red eyes flecked with gold sparks, his chiseled nose, his sculpted mouth that would've made Michelangelo weep. I loved the hunger in his gaze. After an entire life of never being wanted, I couldn't get enough of him…and his friends.

  His lips crashed against mine in a deep kiss, and I instinctively opened my mouth, allowing his forked tongue to slide in and tangle with mine. He devoured me. His licks were aggressive and filthy, and I could feel it all the way to my core.

  There was an ache inside of me that I knew only he could fill. I moaned as I returned his kiss eagerly. My hands moved from his shoulders, up his face, until I was fisting his two long black horns. I held onto them as I moved, trying to get friction on my aching clit. I was mindless with desire.

  But my king wasn't in a hurry, and instead of giving me what I wanted, he simply deepened the kiss, sliding his fingers through my hair so he could hold me in place as he continued his hot, wet licks in my mouth. His other hand softly stroked my lower back, the sharp tips of his claws teasing my skin.

  Tension was building inside of me, and I knew from experience that I could come just from this. His hands on my back slid down, and he squeezed my ass before grabbing his dick and positioning it right where I wanted.

  "You gonna give me what I want?" he growled, and all I could do was whimper in response as he pulled me down and pushed into me. I gasped at the tight stretch. He was so big, the two heads of his crown massaging different places inside of me.

  "Fuck," he groaned, a guttural growl laced in his words. "Relax, Pet. You're going to be my good girl, aren't you?" he purred.

  A soft scream slipped out of me as my thighs moved flush against his and he slid all the way in. My breath came out in gasps as I tried to get a hold of myself. I was so full, it was hard to think outside of the sensations.

  "Good fucking girl," he rumbled as he moved both hands to my hips and lifted me up slightly before thrusting up hard.

  I whimpered again, and his grip tightened at the sound. He started fucking me desperately, his movements rough and powerful, and all I could do was go along for the ride.

  His cut abdomen bunched as he moved his hips, and his gaze was hungry and determined as he watched me closely.

  One of his hands moved off my hip, and he sliced down the center of my dress with his claws, showcasing my straining breasts.

  He began to suckle on one of my nipples, and I gasped as my body arched backwards.

  "Yes,” I breathed, caught in the sensation of his mouth torturing my nipple and his long, thick cock spearing in and out of me. I continued to hold onto his long horns as we moved desperately together. His sharp fangs pricked against my skin, setting me off in an agonizingly good orgasm that threatened to destroy me.

  Something slid softly against my ass, and I gasped as I peeked backwards only to see nothing visible there. But something was sliding in between my cheeks and caressing my rosebud softly.

  "Tightest fucking pussy I've ever felt," he growled as he moved to my other nipple, his hips thrusting desperately against mine.

  "Going to keep you forever, Pet. My good girl," he breathed as he stretched me.

  And then…

  I woke with a gasp, sweaty, and with my core aching as my breath left me in gasps. My whole body was a live wire, and I was on the edge of orgasm; one touch and I’d go off.

  Just like every morning, I had to center myself and force my brain to start working again after a night of…dreams.

  Not nightmares. Obviously. They made me feel way too good for it to be that.

  Although it was always a monster ravishing my body.

  I peeked up at the camera situated in the wall in front of me, the red light signaling that someone on the other end was watching me. Always watching me.

  I’m sure they were getting off to the sight of me panting in my sleep, my nipples peeking out from my thin pajamas. At least I hadn’t woken up with my hands rubbing furiously at my core. That happened quite a bit.

  Although, at least those times my body had cum before I’d woken up. Now that I was awake, it was going to be hours before my body would settle down and I wouldn’t be desperate for…a dick.

  I fell back into my pillow, wanting to scream. It was this place. It was what was making me go crazy.

  It had started slowly. A few dreams here and there of sexy scenes with…well, the psychiatrist here actually, but then one night it had morphed.

  And they had begun to fill my dreams.

  Every night, no matter what I tried, or how much I tried to stay awake, I was sucked into an erotic dreamscape. A dreamscape where…monsters ravaged my body over and over again.

  It was the same four monsters. At this point, they really did feel like my lovers because I could tell you about every one of their features. I also could describe in detail all of their weird dicks. And all the ways they liked to play.

  Considering I was definitely still a virgin, these dreams were quite alarming—and uncomfortable, and they’d only ratcheted up in intensity as the months and years had gone by. Last night’s dream was relatively tame; I’d been gang banged the night before. A human looking monster in my ass and pussy as I gave blow jobs back and forth to the other two.

  I shifted uncomfortably in my bed as my core clenched again, begging to have some fucking relief.

  If it weren’t for the cameras, I would have. But with someone always watching…

  My father had convinced everyone that I was crazy, and the sex dreams, the ones where my moans and screams of desire were so loud they rattled down the entire hallway…they were what cemented it.

  There was no hiding what I dreamed about every night.

  I’d tried the sleeping pills the doctors had given me, but those only trapped me in the dreams longer…much to the delight of Bright Meadows' other residents. Who needed porn when you had a soundtrack starring me, right?

  So I didn’t use the sleeping pills anymore.

  The other medicine they tried to give me zombified me. The one time I’d taken them, a whole day had passed and I’d been mauled by another of the patients here, unable to do anything. I’d come to life in my room, the moon peeking through the tiny window above my head, terrified when I couldn’t recall anything.

  I’d refused to take the pills after that. No way was I going to be comatose at a place like Bright Meadows, where anything could happen to you.

  And at least my screams weren’t the scary kind. Not like all the other screams you heard in this place at night.

  The screams from the other residents were always worse at night. Before I inevitably was dragged into my dreams, I would lay on my tiny cot that I was pretty sure was made of cardboard, staring up at the ceiling, and then the screams would start. It was much quieter during the day, but at night it was a cruel symphony. Maybe all the patients here found it impossible to sit with their thoughts at night too.

  It’s not like we were tired from the day's activities. Mealtimes, medicine time, group therapy, and art therapy—they weren't exactly activities that required a lot of energy. Maybe for some people, it would've been exhausting to share their feelings, but I'd stopped sharing any of
my real emotions the first week.

  Since my father had threatened to kill me if I ever opened my mouth, there wasn't much that I could say except that I wasn't crazy. And apparently, that sort of thing was frowned upon in this institution. Who would've thought?

  Unlike the asylums you saw in movies, the rooms in this place weren't perfectly white; instead, they were black, which felt suffocating when you could walk across the room in two steps, and your window was only as big as your head. Mornings began with a bell that sounded more like a shrill siren. It woke us up at the same time every morning at seven a.m. Evidently, they were big believers in that adage, ‘rise early and go to sleep early’, because I now had the sleeping hours of an 80-year-old woman.

  The bell rang just then, and I sighed as I dragged myself out of bed and went to change. You were expected to switch from your dishwater gray sleeping uniform to your dishwater gray day uniform in the minutes after the bell rang. There were no mirrors in the room, and the brushes they gave you were soft and completely ineffective so you didn’t try and off yourself with them, thus everyone looked like a mess all day, every day.

  If you weren’t out of your room within ten minutes, one of the staff would barge in and force you out. I’d had that happen once, and I’d never let it happen again. Andrew, one of the resident assholes of the institution, had made sure to do a boob and an ass grab as he yanked me out of the room, so I’d learned quickly.

  After dressing, I made my way out of the living room, along with most of the others that had rooms around me. We all walked slowly to the dining area filled with circle tables to facilitate a sense of “community”, where we would be served a sugar-free, gluten-free, dairy-free breakfast that basically tasted like sawdust and paint thinner, but was apparently good for our brains.

  There was one prisoner—I mean patient, who sat across from me every day, and today was no different. He must have felt the same way about the breakfast as I did, because every day he would use his fingers to smear it across his entire face. It didn’t matter what they gave him. Seeing him try and slather himself with vegan bacon had been a particularly interesting experience.