They stalk towards Bryan next, and I cringe, crawling into myself. I can’t hide away, not now. Bryan is still my friend- the only one I have left. Although I know I’ll pay for it, I have to try and stop them from hurting him. I yell, “Hey! Stay away from him!”
I get kicked hard in the face for my effort. “You only speak when asked to. Got that, Patient 11?”
I startle at hearing this again, after being referred to this number instead of my name while in the hospital with Synn.
Bryan whimpers next to me, weakly struggling against the masks. They rip off every stitch of his clothing. I'm forced to look away, not wanting to see what they do to him. I only look back when he begs me to.
“I’ve got you, Bry. Just keep looking at me, okay?” I tell him, imploring him to comply with the sound of my voice
The men laugh. “We’re not fucking him, Little Bird.” They pick up the shreds of our clothes, and leave the cell, locking it up behind them.
I squirm around on the hard floor, trying to take pressure off my bleeding ass. I take a few deep breaths, attempting to center myself, and beat back the hysteria bubbling up my throat.
I make myself take stock of my immediate surroundings. It's fucking freezing in here. It's empty, not even somewhere to piss or shit. Just us.
What do they want from us?” Bryan rasps out.
“I don’t know, but my guess is this is the dreaded ‘Morgue’ I’ve heard about. Whatever this is, it’s bad.”
“That’s what I was afraid of,” he whispers. “Please don’t leave me.”
“I won’t,” I assure him, though I can feel the lie rolling off my tongue. I can’t tell him this but having him here with me is not enough to keep me going. I need my bestie, and my guys... God—my enemies now. I have none of them. Nobody anymore.
I don’t know how much time passes as we both sit there, in the cold, shivering. I know I should be talking to Bryan, but I just can’t. I've retreated inside my mind as much as I can. The onlything I see is a sea of red. It's everywhere. Every time my mind tries to latch on to one of their faces, I cringe back deeper inside.
I hear someone approaching again. The door opens, and I reluctantly open my eyes to see who it is. There's one man there, the one with the Jester mask. “Well now, children, you don’t seem to be playing together at all.” He pretends to mull over his next words. “I have an idea! You’re going to play a game.”
“What game?” I ask through clenched teeth.
“Let’s see how close you two can get. Now that your ‘loves’ are gone, perhaps you should share some closeness, yes?”
“The fuck?”
“Easy! Patient 13, go push Patient 11 down flat on the ground and climb on top of her.”
“No!” Bryan shakes his head. “She’s... hurt. I can’t!”
Jester steps forward, hitting Bryan with some kind of square device that shoots out a metal barb. It connects to Bryan’s chest, and he falls over, convulsing violently.
“Do what you’re told, or I’ll up the voltage next time!” the man snaps. He puts it back in his left pocket, patting it with a grin.
Something electrical... how nice. “It’s ok, Bryan, just do as he says.”
Once he can make himself move, Bryan crawls over to me. I lay down on my back to make it easier for him. He stumbles his way over, refusing to look me in the eye. I turn my head to the side, closing my own eyes.
“Here’s where it gets fun!” Jester claps his hands in glee. “Get your dick hard, Patient 13.”
I gulp. “Go ahead,” I whisper.
“I... can’t,” Bryan whimpers. “How am I supposed to...?”
My arm shoots up, grabbing his dick before I can even think about what I’m doing. I stroke it up and down, and it slowly becomes erect. Once it’s hard and throbbing, I let go.
“Now, run it across her nipples,” the maniac in the Jester mask giggles. “Make them stand up.”
He does what he’s told, and my nipples become painfully hard—especially with how cold it is in here.
“Run it up and down her pussy now, back and forth. Yep... just like that.”
