How could I possibly have ended up in this situation?
“Well?” Mr. Darwin urges, his patience wearing thin and mine only beginning.
The black hoodie clings around my arms as I lean back, hiding half of my face with the hood covering my raven black hair, which is a mess. Through the red strands hanging in front of my eyes, I watch them all without them knowing, and I only do this to piss them off. It is way too much fun.
Mr. Darwin is an old man who dresses only to show his status to his clients, to show that he is so much better than us and has more value. He mistakenly believes that having a long, gray beard gives him authority when in fact, it has the opposite effect. I’m overcome with revulsion whenever I look at his face and witness his absurd beard. Whose idea was it even to hire him as a fucking lawyer?
He is a piece of shit and knows nothing about his job. The only reason he probably accepted it was so that he could have the upper hand over everyone, including Emilio Ricci.
In contrast to the others, Emilio is an even more repulsive person, as he now stands there with a smirk on his face, presuming that I am scared of Mr. Darwin’s stern gaze in my direction. Little does he know I am the one he should fear.
Emilio seems to wear the same three-piece suit every time; he wears one type in several colors and is the only one in the institute who wears such a sophisticated outfit. And then I have not even started on his head. It looks like someone has squeezed his head into the shape of a fleshy balloon with slicked-back hair, as usual. He holds his head high to display his authority over me, showing straight lines on his shoulders. The only average person in this room is Alicia, who sits with her ink pen and clicks it between pauses to write down what is said. What a psychologist does in a meeting like this, I will never understand, but it’s not like I care.
This entire place is bullshit.
“Well?” Mr. Darwin continues to push the words out of me, but I draw my lips together tightly before smiling at him.
Alicia looks at me with wide, doe-eyes, silently pleading with me to reply to Mr. Darwin, but I honestly see no point in it.
“I’m not a fucking snitch,” I sneer, watching him contain himself.
I know he would rather slam his fist in my face than do this shit right now, and the feelings are mutual.
“Mr. Madden, it would be wise of you to tell us the whole truth so we can take it from there,” Darwin tells me plainly as he strokes his long beard.
Not even his fingernails are cut or manicured.
I refuse to say a word, my lips pressed tightly together to gesture my unwillingness to reveal anything. I don’t owe them anything, and it’s not their business to know the entire truth.
“Will it affect whether or not I get released?” I ask as I fold my arms in front of my chest, trying to appear calm as I await the answer worth a golden ticket.
His one eyebrow raises, an eyebrow that barely exists due to how thin they are, and he continues to stroke his beard as if deep in thought, even though I suspect he already has the answer. He is playing a dangerous game with me, one where he tests my patience to see if I am worthy of knowing or not. Any second now, I know I will be onto him, and there is not a goddamn thing anyone can do about it. Not even the guards.
I never claimed to be a good person, and I’m happy just the way I am.
“No, you’re here to serve your time. In five months, you will be transferred to the next department, and there you will spend a certain number of months before investigators deem you healthy enough to rejoin civilization again. After that, you are free, but only if you behave.”
Relief surges through my spine, and into my brain cells, and for the first time in weeks, I feel my shoulders finally relax. After everything I have done, I’m not screwed forever.
“But,” Emilio continues to speak, but the lawyer interrupts him and turns to me with a severe expression, which makes me take a deep breath inwards. “We need the truth.”
“I fucking told you the truth,” I say through gritted teeth, but, of course, it’s a lie. Everything I have ever told them is a lie, and I am damn good at it.
“I don’t believe you did.”
A burning fire licks through me, consuming me and all I am until I struggle to capture it, begging to calm it down with my bare hands, but it’s impossible.
As I fight for a deep breath, every cell in my chest burns, and I am blinded by a rage so deep my soul scatters like a tsunami. It doesn’t even take a second before the leather armchair I was sitting in overturns on the floor. A loud scraping echoes through the walls until I am sure the force of it has scratched the floor that Mr. Ricci loves so much. I just know that he makes sure the cleaner takes good care of it, forcing her to scrub the floor daily.
I fly over the circle we were sitting in and reach Mr. Darwin in no time. The first punch hits him right in his cheekbone, his head bolts to the side in a loud groan, and the beautiful red color coats his skin as I punch him repeatedly.
As I try to figure out what’s causing the tornado in my head, the only images that appear in my mind are that beautiful fucking girl who sat down by our table the other day. She is the girl I gave my last painkillers to without thinking twice.
I’m sure I hear a bone cracking in his face, but I am too caught up in the moment as I replay how she looked so pissed at me when I scoffed at her ridiculous question. As her lips were shaped like a heart, they were naturally pouty and sexy, making me envision them wrapped around my cock. Would she choke on it? Would it make her drool as I drove hard into her, gripping her hair?
Fuck, just the thought of it makes me hard.
My body craves her in ways it’s craved no one. In a way I haven’t experienced before, I yearn to own her so intensely that I know she will end up ruined if she becomes my new obsession.
