10. Psycho

As predicted, Nurse Katsy didn't wait long to claim her payment.

Self-loathing peppered my insides as her signature one-two knock sounded at my door; a vibrant beat that infected each and every cell in my body with disgust. In grumbling protest, I hauled the door open to a simpering, pathetic sight.

Nurse Katsy attacked me with lustful fervour, tearing at my clothes, sharp claws snatching at my flesh. Each time she came to visit, she was like a bitch in heat, frothing for my cock, begging for a taste.

I couldn't stand the fucking sight of her…and I also couldn't risk her opening her big mouth and telling the rest of the Terror Squad about my correspondence with G. So, if I had to fill that gaping jaw to stop the words spilling from her lips, then that's what I'd do.

She attempted to kiss me.

Strike fucking one.

I roughly shoved her to the ground and slammed the door shut. "What the fuck are you doing? Anyone could have seen you! There are cameras in the corridor."

Unperturbed, she rose to her knees and tore at my waistband. "I'll delete the footage, as I always do," she said, slanting her lips into what she imagined was a seductive pose. "There are no cameras in here, though. We can do what we want."

In record time, she had unzipped my pants and pulled my trunks out of the way. Before she could grab my soft cock, I broke her advance, using a firm hand. "No further without a condom. You know the deal." My tone was unrelenting. As if I wanted more of her touch than necessary. I'd take any barrier that I could get between us.

Katsy pouted, and I wanted to slap the expression off her face. "You aren't even hard yet."

I snatched the wrapper from her eager fingers and palmed myself, yielding with hard, punishing strokes. Closing my eyes, thoughts scattered through my skull, all of Micah.

I replayed the kiss we shared, the feel of her honeyed skin under my rough touch. A groan escaped my closing throat, my dick throbbing from the desperate need to have her as I slipped the condom on.

"Look at you, so hard for me. You missed me, didn't you?" A female voice cut through my mind with the effect of a cold shower, my cock shrinking from the unwanted intrusion. I looked down at the woman kneeling at my feet and when she opened her mouth to provide more commentary, I shoved forward, filling her throat.

Strike fucking two.

Re-closing my eyes, I retreated back to the promised land. Blonde tresses transformed into glossy brunette strands and brown, dead orbs converted into blazing amber irises.

My eyes peeled open at a quiet click of the door. Katsy remained on her knees, eating my dick in long, uncoordinated strokes, consumed in her ministrations. That wasn't even the most disturbing sight.

My favoured hallucination appeared in the flesh. Micah popped her head through the crack of the door, her eyes roaming over the scene laid out before her. I watched a flash of hurt flicker over her face before a blank mask came slamming down in its place. Without a word of farewell, she silently shut the door, as if she was never there to begin with.

My chest and dick completely deflated. I shoved Katsy away and launched for the exit, readjusting my pants at speed.

Strike fucking three.

I foundMicah in the maintenance closet, the very same one where we shared our first kiss.

How fucking ironic.

Micah leant against the far wall, hands flat beside her, chest heaving, eyes closed. I'd never seen her that unbalanced.

I blindly flicked the lock and approached her with caution. "What's the matter, babe? Jealous?" I tried to come off light-hearted, but instead the words grated like daggers.

She shoved me back, my step faltering. Her strength was surprising. Micah attempted to push past without coming into direct contact. She failed only because I blocked her exit with my broad frame.

"Why'd you come to my room?"

Her perfectly plump lips lifted into a sneer. "Fern told me to check on you. Said you requested to see me."

That prick. He'd definitely caught Katsy sneaking around on surveillance. I shoved a hand through my hair. "He's watching the cameras. Probably knows we're in here right now. Fuck!"

"Then let me leave." Micah tried to push past me again, but there was no way that shit was going to happen unless she wanted to throw down right then and there. From the look on her face, the last thing she wanted to do was touch me (or be anywhere near me, for that matter). Bitterness crept up from my gut at the revulsion in her eyes.

"I told you to leave. To go and never come back. Forget about me." Those last words tore my throat apart from their reluctance of being released.

"Don't worry. After the fundraiser ball, I'm gone." Her statement fractured something inside me. I raised my hand—to do what? I don't even know. She flicked my fingers away with a sharp snap of her wrist, the motion bruising. "Don't fucking touch me," she said, blasting me with my own words.

Why the fuck did I come after her? What fucking right does she have getting angry at this situation, anyway? No one should be angrier than me.

"You think I want to touch that fucking woman? Think I want to give up my dick for that desperate bitch?! I was providing payment. Nothing more, nothing less."

Micah scoffed. "What, you're her whore?"

I pressed into her, my hand snaking upward to twine in her hair, wrenching her head backward.

"That's exactly what I am." My teeth ground together, the enamel cracking under the pressure. "And when I'm done with all of this, done with this fucking place, she will regret the day she ever degraded me into a fucking prosthetic sex toy she could command."

A flash in my periphery was my single warning before Micah's fist made contact with my face, simultaneously pulling herself free from my hold, her features clear with betrayal.

"That's it, though. You'll never be done with this place. You will never escape, never leave. You're a willing prisoner in a jail of your own making." Her words cut into my chest as swift and sharp as any knife. "I offered you help. You denied me. Now live with the consequences."

Micah fully bodychecked me and charged out the door. I didn't even have the strength to stop her, feeling as little and insignificant as my actions deemed me to be. I wouldn't follow, wouldn't justify my reasons. I was someone that was worthy of this fate, and she was right. I had to deal with the consequences.

You let her leave…again.

The declaration pushed me over the edge. What little resolve I had completely shattered as I proceeded to destroy the room around me, attempting to smash the walls down to accompany the remnants of my lost dignity.