Lost Boy by Tara Brown Page B

"Take me. Please, I'll do anything." Stuart kicks at the guards and shouts, "Shut up, Em. I got this."
    But her little voice is determined, "I did this."
    Stuart gives the guards a look, "Ignore her."
    They ignore him and drop his feet and walk out. Stuart is instantly on his feet, banging on the door. His screams fill her cell as the guards grab her. He screams desperately, "EM! DON'T DO THIS!"
    She starts to cry as they grab at her and drag her from the room. She doesn’t even notice me smiling in the hallway. She doesn’t know she is healed and better.
    I follow them to the room where the dunking will occur. It's a grungy, little pot-cleaning room. I hate it in there.
    I take several deep breaths and walk into the room. This is a mistake but I act my part. I'm cold and confident. "I hear you chose to be punished, saving Stuart again?"
    She flinches nervously, "Why are you doing this?"
    I shrug, "I like to. Don’t look so horrified. Everyone enjoys the feeling of making another person feel something. Everyone."
    Her face twitches from nerves and a desperate attempt to say no.
    I circle her and then lean into her neck to whisper, "Even you. You like the fact that I find you attractive. You like having that power over me."
    Her eyes flinch again, "You're insane."
    I can't help but laugh. She has no clue. "I think you like that about me." I start to get off track and take it to the place I swore I wouldn’t. My hands move on their own, tugging at her robe. I need to distance myself from her. I step back and nod, "I have several choices for you today."
    I casually stroll to the large industrial sink and turn the tap on. The water rushes instantly, filling the room with noise.
    I look back at her and shout over the water, "We can do a little dunking in this sink."
    Her eyes widen. I see the thoughts moving inside of her head.
    I smile through the pain of seeing the germs have their hold on her, "I can paddle your feet again. I am really hoping that’s the choice you make. I can go get Stuart and put you back in that comfy little cell."
    She instantly shakes her head at that one. I smile wider.
    "No to Stuart then? Okay. And last offer, you can be nice to me." I lick my lips like a pervert, "Really nice."
    I stare at her chest but she slowly lifts her trembling hand and points at the sink.
    I'm stunned, "The sink? Really. More appealing to put your face in my cook's dish sink, than to let me make love to you."
    She closes her eyes for a moment.
    I start rolling my sleeves up. I catch her eyes on my tattoos, if only she knew how I ended up with them all. I nod, "Remove the robe." I hate what I have to do to her.
    "No. Please no." She begs and pleads. I almost wince but I manage to stop myself.
    Instead, I walk over to the door and bang, "Bring her back and bring me Stuart!"
    She shouts at me, "NO!" Her eyes are wild with fear but she's sure she wants Stuart safe.
    I watch her take the robe off and force myself to forget about the paddling. It's hard seeing her naked and scared. It creates a bizarre conflict inside of me. I lose myself for a moment and hold my hand out to her. She takes it. I squeeze, just for a second and then pull her to the sink.
    I turn the sink off and look down at the stuff in the water. She's going to lose it.
    "Wait," she says hesitantly.
    "Yes?"
    She shakes her head, "I'll do whatever you want."
    My insides jump but I have to say it, "Do you want me to make love to you?"
    Her face is broken when she responds, "Yes."
    I lean in, holding back my want to hug her and hold her, tell her she's safe, and it's all an act. I menacingly whisper, "I don’t believe you." I slide a hand up her back and clutch her neck. I push her screaming face into the filthy sink.
    I lift her sputtering and sobbing face "P-p-please."
    I tighten my grip and push her back inside the sink. I close my eyes and try to ignore the sob that escapes my lips.
    She claws and fights. I lift her up. She's panting and gagging and I'm dying