This feels different.
I creep a few feet forward and put my eye to a crack in the metal.
I see Acacia beneath me. He’s soaked from head to toe, donning a long trench coat that leaves a wet trail on the concrete floor. He drags a girl by her hair. They’ve come straight from the parking lot, and they’re followed by a gust of blustery wind from an open door.
The girl screams like a banshee. He tugs her hard, pulling her along like a dog on a leash. Black mascara runs down her cheeks, leaving dirty streaks behind. She’s wearing tiny denim hot pants that show half her ass, and her fluorescent pink bra is visible through a white crop top.
“That’s it,” Acacia rages. “Enough, enough, enough! How many times do I have to repeat myself?”
“Get off me!” She claws his arms. “You’re fucking insane!”
When she turns her head, I recognize her instantly. We’ve seen her before. In fact, we see her every year at Acacia’s annual event.
“You bastard!” she shrieks. “Let go, or I’ll tell Mom! Or are you so bored with hitting her now that you’re gonna hurt me?”
“I’m doing this for your own good,” Acacia says with a voice like ice, opening the door to a disused store room.
“Fuck you,” she hisses.
He throws her inside. Her body careers into the wall, and she lands with a thud.
“I’ll be back,” he threatens. “We start your treatment tomorrow.”
She scrambles up to escape, but she’s too slow. He slams the door in her face and locks her inside. She bangs against the wood, pounding hard with her fists, but no one will hear her. She yells more vicious insults, but Acacia pays no attention and disappears into the night.
He should know better than to leave his daughter here alone.
My cock hardens as a shiver of excitement runs through me. Tonight’s adventures are about to get a lot more interesting.
She’s hot, I can’t deny that. Her long blonde hair gives her a Barbie-like appearance, but she has the spirit of a wild tiger. She’s exactly what we’ve been looking for.
“We should make her feel at home,” I say.
Lex chuckles. “And welcome her to Sunnycrest the proper way.”
“It’d be bad manners not to,” Eli agrees.
We initiate all new patients in gen pop when they arrive. No matter what we force them to endure, it always ends in them swearing their undying loyalty to us. Nothing will bring me greater pleasure than having Acacia’s daughter on her knees, begging us for mercy.
We can’t rush, though.
We wait long enough to be sure Acacia isn’t coming back, letting the anticipation build. It’s hard to be patient when her screams turn into pleading. But he’s not coming back. Not yet, anyway.
I carefully remove the screws from the vent.
“Dad!” she screams. “Let me out! You’ve made your point, okay? You just need to chill and have some fucking fun! I’m sorry I’m not your perfect daughter?—”
I push the vent aside, and she freezes.
“Hello?” she calls. “Who’s there?”
I wriggle myself through the gap and drop into the room.
She looks me up and down. A mischievous smile plays on her lips, drying her tears instantly.
“Oh, it’s you,” she says calmly in a tone edging on boredom.
When we show up in a patient’s cell, their reactions usually range from screaming to tears to shitting their pants. Yet she barely blinks.
