Page 43 of Straightjacket

I walk around the room, treading circles into the floor when the door crashes open.

“What took you so fucking long?” I spit out at the guard, then shove past him on the way to Alice’s cell. He shuffles behind me, stumbling over his own feet to catch up with me.

“Sir... nearly everyone is dead.”

I stop in my tracks and turn to face him.

“Dead?”

He nods, fear flooding his eyes. “Yes sir. Silas released the inmates, and the woman he came in with, well. She might be worse than him.”

I scoff at his words. “Please don’t tell me you’re scared of a fucking woman.”

“No,” he stands up straight. “No sir. It’s just that... I’ve never seen so much blood in my life.” He says with a wobble in his tone.

“Give me your gun.” I demand, holding my hand out. He quickly unclips it from his belt and hands it over. I flick off the safety and aim it at his forehead, then I press the trigger, blowing his brains out of the back of his skull. “You’re fired.” I quip, watching him land flat on his back.

With every step towards Alice’s cell, I can feel myself unravelling. The order I’ve created in this place is crumbling beneath my feet and I won’t allow it. I built this sanctuary from the ground up, brick by brick. Patient by patient and I’d be a fool to let some scarred scumbag ruin it for me.

As I walk the hallway that leads to my destination, I’m forced to stop in my tracks when I notice bare feet hanging out of the doorway. The blood in my veins runs cold and my hands begin to shake, my worst fear quickly becoming a reality right before my eyes.

“Momma...” I whisper, stepping slowly towards the door, almost afraid of what I might find even though my brain has already convinced me that it’s already true. Flat on her back, her empty eyes staring up at the ceiling, momma lies in a pool of her own blood. The floor behind her is spattered with chunks of her dead brain and it’s enough to bring me to my knees. I land with a heavy thud on the floor and crawl towards her, becoming just a small boy once again.

I wrap my hand around her arm and pull her into my lap, cradling her head as I wipe the greying hair away from her face, my fingers grazing over the hole in the back of her head. Heat still radiates from the wound, the remainder of her brain warming my palm.

“I’m... sorry, momma.” I stammer through the tears. “I’m sorry for what that monster did to you, but I’m gonna make it right.” Leaning down, I run my nose over her cheek then coast my lips over hers.

“I’m gonna make it all better for you. You’ll be fixed right up in no time, won’t you?” My words are barely a hushed whisper that graze across her lips as my fingers circle the bloodied wound in her head.

I can almost hear her voice calling out to me, needing me to make things better for her because it’s only what she deserves.

Moving her body to the side for a moment, I unbuckle my belt and dig my hand into my boxer briefs, palming my already aching cock. My flesh tingles with every stroke of my hand and I groan, thrusting my hips forward until I’m seeing stars then I pull it free. Creamy cum pools around the baggy skin, containing the off-white liquid like a tiny bowl and every time I tug it back, clumps stick underneath the head of my cock to create a sinew film across the deep red flesh.

It’s sickening I know, but I refuse to wipe away because it keeps me lubricated and moist. Just how momma likes me.

Grabbing the base of my cock, I drag momma back over and angle her head so that the gunshot wound is hovering above my tip and with slow, languid strokes I insert myself into the back of her head. Immediately her warmth envelops me, sucking me as I push past what remains of her brain, feeling the soft and malleable meat grazing against my flesh.

“Ohh, momma...” I groan deeply, shoving myself further inside until the back of her head is resting against my groin, then I cup her face and begin to thrust up into her gaping head-hole. Blood and brain matter coat my cock in a slick wetness, allowing me to slip in and out with ease until I’m causing her teeth to chatter together from the force.

“Look at me, momma. I’m... fuck, I’m making it all better.” I groan through gritted teeth as I continue to fuck her head, ramming my hips into her until I can feel my balls begin to tighten, a burning orgasm coiling in my stomach until I blow my load into the wound. Shudders wrack my body and I release a guttural groan, my legs twitching as I empty my balls.

Stars bloom behind my eyes like fireworks and I slowly pull myself out, the wetness of her head creates a suction around my cock, and I tug on my bottom lip as it stretches my skin until it pops free like a cork in a wine bottle. Hot cum splats against my matted pubes and I watch with a hazy glow across my eyes as it begins to drop like thick glue out of momma’s head, a hue of pink mixing with the thick substance.

It’s almost like the strawberry swirl ice-cream I had as a child, I bet it’s just as sweet too but as much as I want to test that thought, the riot around me just behind these walls has me shoving momma aside and tucking myself away.

For a moment I almost forgot where I was, too engrossed in the feeling of her until the anger and fury that I felt before comes back tenfold.

Silas Riggs took the only woman that I’ve ever loved, away from me and now, he’ll be forced to choose. Be my patient forever or lose the two most important things in his life.

Iris, and his little sister.

Exhaustion weighs heavily on my bones, my shoulders dropping as I stand in the midst of the chaos that surrounds me. Guards are ripped limb from limb, and I can still feel the flesh underneath my nails from yanking out the intestines of one.

I don’t know what came over me, but something snapped. The moment I saw the guard who pissed on me, the one who battered my ribs with his baton– I snapped. There was no holding me back, my mind too consumed by revenge. Even Dolly struggled to rein me back in afterwards, but she never interfered, she knew I needed that release and now the only thing I need is Silas. Not once have I seen him and I can’t stop my mind from spiralling, conjuring up dark thoughts of him being dead in the mass of these bodies.

Running my hand down my face, I wipe my vision clear of blood and turn towards Dolly. “I have no idea where he is, Dolly. What if... what if he didn’t make it?” Tears well in my eyes but they don’t stay for long as she clamps her hands on my shoulders, shaking me gently.

“He’s alive. I know he is. This place is a walk in the fucking park for him, trust me.” She gives me a warm smile and I nod, trying so hard to believe her.