Chapter Nineteen （More Experiments）

CHAPTER NINETEEN (MORE EXPERIMENTS)

HAZEL

After three days of Gonzo missing and continued therapy sessions with Zero, my dreams were downright filthy. Every single day I was somehow both pent up, and thoroughly pleasured. Zero would strap me in and demand orgasms relentlessly at our daily meetings.

I knew this was a dream because Zero was always different in them. I liked both sides of him—the cool-headed apathy of a man forcing orgasms out of me and this more passionate version of him.

"Tell me what you want Hazel," he demanded. We were in my room at the Fury mansion. I hadn't been there since I was a child. I wasn't allowed. Uncle Vernon said only once I killed Baz did I get to go home and have a life. Until that time I sacrificed, making amends.

Zero was on his knees behind me. I could see him in all three of the mirrors surrounding me. His fingers brushed up my inner thigh, tape measurer in hand. All the way up he went, leaving a trail of desire until at the very peak.

"What are you doing?" I asked. My voice was breathy from lust and the room was hazy. His eyes watched my face as he ground his fingers between my legs.

"Taking your measurements."

"Why?" A whimper escaped me as he kept grinding.

"To make you clothes," he said, finally pulling his hand away and writing it down. The idea of Zero making dresses was entertaining. My villain sewed up bodies, not hemlines. He stood up, wrapping the tape measurer around my chest. He pulled it tight, until my breasts were being squeezed.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered in my ear. His long hair spilled across his sharp jaw as he leaned closer. His glasses were gone too, just his uncanny handsomeness a breath away from me. He looked like a prince from a fantasy world. The type who swooped in to save the girl. Would Zero swoop in and take me away from it all? From my evil uncle and killing my brother?

If it wasn't so pathetic I'd laugh. I really was a princess trapped in a metaphoric tower. Maybe that's why Gonzo called me that…

"Are you going to give me what I ask, Zero?"

"Yes." His lips brushed my ear when he talked.

"Why?" I expected him to admit he liked me. I was hoping for it.

"I want you happy."

"Oh?" I asked, smiling. I turned around, facing him. My arms wrapped around his neck as I stared at his devilish lips. He'd kissed me so many times lately. In our sessions and in my dreams.

"That way you never want to leave," he said, grabbing my jaw and pulling me to his mouth. There was an unyielding dominance about Zero that was entirely different than Gonzo. Gonzo was charming and aggressive. Zero touched me as if the question of controlling me had never entered his head. His power was unequivocal.

His tongue pressed against mine, making me moan. I knew what I wanted right this minute. I was desperate for it. So if he wanted to know, I'd tell him.

"Fuck me," I said. "I want you to tell me it's for therapy. I want you to lie." It was okay to say it in dreams. It still felt like a gut punch to hear me voice my fantasy. It was alive and in the room with me now—a thought I wouldn't be able to ignore.

Zero pulled back and his eyes were doing that thing again, where they split apart and multiplied. It meant the dream was ending too soon. The furniture was melting and my brain felt stretched in two different directions. My gothic scientist was becoming a monster.

Lately, I was worried I didn't care that I was locked up at Verfallen. His face split in a manic smile. I watched his irises move like ink in water, forming and reforming. Goosebumps spilled over me.

"Wake up, Hazel."

I bolted up in bed, my heart beating fast. I swallowed and then quickly went to the wardrobe and pulled it open. Inside I checked the clothes, making sure they all had tags. Zero hadn't made them. However, I did think he was the one who bought them.

My eyes slid to the camera blinking in the corner then over all the many improvements to my room. No wonder I was thinking of him as a prince coming to save me. He was giving me all I wanted and things I'd never had before—like dresses and orgasms. Even a cat that kept popping up randomly during the day to scratch at my door. The ridiculous thing wouldn't even come in, just wandered away after I opened the door, satisfied to have sufficiently bothered me.

The idea of someone swooping in and removing me from my life was cruel. No one was saving me. I hated myself for having the thought. I could feel the idea worming its way into me, that maybe I didn't have to be stuck. Except I was and no one was going to fix anything other than me.

I refused to put on any of the gifted clothes. Instead, I slipped on the white scrubs before dragging myself to lunch after my unsatisfying nap. I'd spent most of the night awake, finally finding Baz's room. He hadn't been in there but I knew it was his. There was a wall of masks mounted on the wall like stuffed heads. Which had been horrifying in the middle of the night when he could be out in the halls, slithering around.

At lunch, I kept looking for Gonzo but he was still mysteriously gone. I hadn't seen him since the night of the Ward fights in the halls. He'd run away in the middle of me giving him head. Which was just doing wonders for my self-confidence… not . I pulled out the group therapy list while I sipped on salt-free chicken broth. Half the names were scratched off. I'd been very proactive in self-care the last three days.

The watch felt heavy on my wrist so I set my spoon down. Twelve forty-five—fifteen minutes until Zero wanted to see me. Ugh, I was trained. I pushed the bowl away and quickly made my way down to the basement. I tried not to look too eager as I rushed down the steps.

Therapy was the best time of day. Zero was always so thorough. I'd been apprehensive after realizing that he wasn't human at all but those concerns had a funny way of melting away when he pulled on a pair of latex gloves and strapped me down to his examination table.

A moment later I was in his room, sitting down just like he always wanted. I stayed still as he strapped my arms down to the dentist-like chair. His hair was down and my mouth felt dry. He looked just like my dream, except for the glasses.

He saw me staring at him as he buckled in the final wrist strap and I looked away with a hot face. I squirmed as he put on his black, latex gloves. I knew what came next.

Zero leaned over the chair. His long hair softened his face.

"I don't know why you wore this when you know what I'll do." He slid his hand into my pants. I swallowed thickly, trying to pretend I hadn't been trained. The wetness between my legs couldn't hide it though. I feared he knew. He could likely tell when the centimeters of my pupils expanded just from seeing him. His other hand moved to my neck, two long fingers pressing to my pulse as his other hand slid down my slit. I closed my eyes and swallowed the sigh of relief.

"Your heart rate, pupil size, increased breathing, and wetness indicate you're aroused already. I haven't even started." My face burned. "I'll need to start checking you earlier. The moment you sit in the chair?" He asked. I refused to look at him. "The first step in the room?"

He leaned closer, his mouth nearly touching my ear.

"Do I need to check sooner?" He asked. "Are you anxious for our meetings, Hazel? If I checked you at lunch would you already be wet?"

"You're teasing me," I hissed.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, pulling his hand away.

"No," I whispered. A frightening smile began to spread on his face before it melted away into apathy.

"You're fine with this?"

"You…" I swallowed. "You're performing therapy. You aren't…"

"I'm not what?" He asked.

"Getting off," I whispered. He leaned in further. His hair touched my shoulder.

"What if I was?"

"What if you were what?" My voice trembled. There was something about Zero that made me feel fragile despite being anything but.

"What if I fucked you right now?" He whispered.

"What?" I asked breathily. He couldn't be serious.

"Is that what you need Hazel? To get fucked?" I was at a loss for words for a moment. Was I still dreaming? My entire body was trembling now.

"Is that what you think I need?" I asked.

"Hmm." He hooked his fingers in my panties, pulling them down with my pants.

He'd left my legs unstrapped today. Why ? He'd worn his hair down. Why ? He'd asked if I needed to get fucked. Why ?

He reached up casually, running his hand over my slit before pressing a gloved finger deep inside me. I sucked in a breath.

"Stop teasing me," I pleaded.

"Yes, I suppose you've been teased enough." His finger moved inside me, lazily rubbing back and forth. I laid in the chair, strapped down and anxious about what was going to happen. He hadn't answered my question. Did I need to get fucked?

"Yes, Hazel, you need this." Zero pressed the chair's back down and climbed on top of me. I heard the zipper on his pants. I couldn't blink, couldn't talk. It felt like I was drowning and flying all at once.

"We'll start slow," he said, knees pressing between my open legs. I could feel him between my thighs. I looked down and sucked in a sharp breath.

Zero's cock was intimidating. It was long and direct as if it meant to find my deepest spots and drag across them relentlessly. I tried to thrash in my restraints when sudden, knee-jerk panic hit me. He had me strapped down tight, my arms down unable to do anything.

He hadn't strapped in my legs though. I tried to close them. His hand shot out and gripped my knee while his other dragged up the length of his cock.

"Do you oppose it?" He asked with half-lidded eyes.

"No, I just…" I was nervous. "I've never had sex," I admitted. He stilled for a moment and I held my breath. Would he stop? I didn't want him to stop.

"I won't hurt you," he said before he pulled his glasses off and set them on the metal tray beside us. Then he gripped my knees and pulled them apart. "Any other concerns?"

"No, um there's nothing else," I said. His intelligent, sharp eyes were framed with thick eyelashes. His bone structure was perfect, his lips were full, and his expression was strikingly blank as he peeled my legs apart. He was back to being the gothic evil scientist of my dreams in his black strappy doctor's coat and long hair. Save me , I wanted to say.

"Zero," I said breathily as he settled between my thighs. I was out of my depth and it made me nervous and jumpy, unsure what was coming. I had to give myself over to his plans, my legs shaking as I kept them open. I had to trust him.

"This will be good for you, Hazel," he whispered. I felt his hips press against mine and the long length of his cock settled on my pelvis. "Touch therapy and pelvic therapy all in one." I felt hot as his words were whispered to me.

His hips moved and his length dragged down, grinding against me. The pressure caused me to strain in the restraints, the leather straps making noise as I fought against them. His doctor's jacket straps feathered over my chest as I felt his cock rub between my legs.

Therapy, this was therapy.

I tried to swallow a moan and it turned into a whimper. He gripped the examination table tightly above my head. I could hear the plastic fabric squeal as his fingers dug into it.

Zero moved his hips back and forth, unhurried and dedicated until I was practically weeping beneath him. I was swallowing as much of the noises as I could, holding words behind my teeth. I would not beg him to put it in. I wouldn't.

A moan finally escaped me. He reached down as if that was his cue and gripped himself, notching his cock at my entrance. It made my thighs shake to feel him. He watched my face while he pushed inside me slowly.

"Oh God," I gasped as he pressed forward. We maintained eye contact as he invaded, filling me for the first time ever. His eyes tensed and his breathing quickened. A shudder rolled over me as I watched him react as he bottomed out inside me.

"You actually did it," I said in shock.

"I did." His eyes closed for a moment and a muscle twitched in his cheek. I felt so pleasantly full. When I squirmed he opened his eyes and looked at the closed door a moment before his mouth found mine. Was kissing part of therapy?

"Don't—"

"Tell anyone. I know," I sighed as I kissed him back. He didn't move his hips at all and it was starting to drive me mad. Did it even count as sex if he didn't move? I heard buzzing and realized he'd grabbed the nearby vibrating wand. He stayed buried inside me as he sat up. Next thing I knew he was pressing the toy to my clit. I clenched around him and he let out a loud breath.

"Will you move?" I panted between breaths. The wand always made me come so fast. It was already barrelling towards me. I felt myself gripping his cock tighter and tighter. His eyes grew hazy as my hips began moving on their own.

"That's good, Hazel. I think this is really going to help you." Zero finally started to move his hips, as he held the wand. The orgasm barreled into me quickly. I couldn't help myself as the pleasure overcame me, whimpering his name. I moaned, my body clenching around his. "I want you to come again," he said the moment I caught my breath. He flicked the speed up and I squirmed on his cock, my body straining. I was used to his methods now—the multiple orgasms he forced on me relentlessly one after the next. Well as used to it as I could be.

This time was different though. This time he was inside me. His hard cock was a delicious length. I was beginning to feel incensed and something about his words only made it worse.

The next orgasm slammed into me as suddenly as the first. I moaned wildly and my hips danced. He set the wand down and gripped my hips as he laid on top of me again.

"You're a good patient, Hazel," he whispered into my ear. Goosebumps raced up my spine.

He pinned me down with his hips, thrusting fast and hard. I didn't realize how strong he really was. I whined and tried to move in my restraints.

"You're doing so well," he said and my hips bucked up, meeting his. Once I started I couldn't stop. Shamelessly, my hips met his until I was out of breath and my heart was beating out of my chest. My hands opened and closed, unable to grab onto anything.

Any thoughts of this being wrong were absent. Therapy, I told myself. This is therapy. He's my doctor. I groaned.

"That's right, Hazel. This is therapy," he said, almost panting now. Fuck I must have said that out loud. It felt like he was always responding to my thoughts. I could hear the plastic squealing where he gripped it tighter and tighter. I remembered an odd comment he'd thrown out before. Something I'd entirely forgotten since it was almost nonsensical.

"You said… you saw… my dreams," I groaned between his thrusts. They were growing in power and speed.

"Why do you think I'm fucking you, Hazel?" The hand holding my hip tightened possessively as he kept pushing into me over and over. His breathing changed, hitching as I tightened in shock.

"This is therapy."

" Fuck me and tell me it's therapy. Lie to me ," he parroted my own words right back at me. It made me feel dizzy. His fingers moved between us and he rubbed just the right way—the meticulous way he'd learned I liked the best. It was harder from this angle but so much more intense as he panted in my ear and fucked me.

"This isn't therapy?" I asked. My legs wrapped around him as time seemed to slow down.

"This is me fucking you, Hazel." He panted, thrusting harder. "Just like you begged me to in your dream." I whimpered and squirmed. My legs tightened around him, keeping him close. I wasn't supposed to be doing this but I was and I didn't want it to end.

"Stay still, little patient. I'm giving you what you need," he rasped.

"You made me dream that earlier," I whispered.

"I can only see your dreams, I can't change them." He groaned in my ear and I realized he'd lost all decorum now. He fucked me in long strong thrusts, giving up any pretense of there being professional distance.

"I'm not killing you today," he panted. "Do you like it when I kill you?"

"Yes," I moaned. I wanted to press my nails into his back but I was still strapped in. Still being his little patient.

"You're so pretty when you're dead," he whispered before his mouth was on mine. "But not today."

"Why?"

"Because if you revive, you won't feel what I've done to you anymore. I won't let you forget that quickly." He kissed me again. His movements got desperate and my entire body tightened in tension expecting his orgasm. Fingers kept playing with my clit, committed to make me come on his cock one last time. It washed over me first, an orgasm sweeping me away.

Zero buried his cock as deep as he could and throbbed. He groaned while tracing the straps on my arms, making sure I wasn't getting away as he came.

"Oh," I gasped, physically feeling as his pleasure overcame him. I'd done that.

"Hazel, you have no idea…" His expression was nothing like I'd seen before on his face. He looked lost.

"I didn't think I was capable of desire before you came here. Look what you've turned me into." He gripped the straps on my wrists.

"What did I turn you into?" I asked.

"A man." He kissed me. I felt wet and sticky between my legs as he slowly kept working his way in and out. His comment brought the question up again.

"What are you, Zero?" I asked. He sighed and reached over, undoing all my straps. "Why won't you tell me?"

He climbed off the examination table and zipped himself back up. His eyes moved to the jars on his desk. He'd pulled specimens down apparently. They were all empty now. What had been in them? What had he done with them?

"You know the ones I've resurrected?" He asked.

"Are they zombies?" I asked.

"There's no such thing as zombies," he said. "I'm simply good at my job." He pressed a finger to my temple and then traced my hairline.

"When you come across someone I've brought back," he commented, dragging his finger across my hairline, temple to temple. "Look here."

"Okay." Silence settled over us. Suddenly I felt the weight of what I just did sink in my stomach. What had I done?

"I was celibate," I blurted out. Zero's eyes widened.

"Did what I do upset you?" He asked. I shook my head. My eyes flipped to the door as the urge to flee crawled up my gut.

"It's not you, or what you did. It's me. I'm not allowed to be happy." What the hell was I blurting out to him? " Fuck , I need to go." I leapt up from the chair, pulled on my pants, and practically ran to the door before I embarrassed myself anymore.

I felt something gush between my legs before I made it out. I shoved my hand in my pants and pulled them back out. Black liquid coated the tips of my fingers.

"What is this?" I asked shakily. Zero snatched up his glasses and put them back on. His cool mask slipped back into place. I looked back at the black on my fingers. What the hell was I getting myself into?

"I have to go." I raced from the room. Tears began spilling from my eyes. I wasn't allowed to have these things—sex, hopes, love. I had to kill Baz as soon as possible so I could stop feeling this guilt weighing me down.