Page 7 of No Asylum Here

I wanted to feel her warm body against my cold, corrupt soul.

A second window in the door—this one at eye level—opened, and glowing eyes appeared on the other side. “Too bad about your food, Seventeen. If you suck my dick, I’ll get you a new bowl.”

There was snickering on the other side of the door, and another voice said, “You're better off sticking your meat into a different cell; that one bites.”

“Nothing wrong with a little teeth,” the first orderly muttered, a smile in his voice.

An evil grin curled my lips. This demon had to be new.

Everyone, even the patients, knew my name… Or at least, they knew my inmate number. I was a legend in this asylum, the boogeyman of Saint Bartholomew’s.

He’d learn the hard way that I wasn’t in a straitjacket to protect me from myself. It was to protect them from me.

The second orderly, the one who’d been assigned to this ward long enough to know better, tried to warn the newbie again. “If you want your willy warmed, you’ll want to try the ward upstairs. They only keep the dangerous ones down here. Patient 745 is on a sleeping medication. She’s always passed out. Won’t wake up no matter how hard you fuck her tight little cunt.”

“I’m not in the mood for pussy right now. I want this one.”

My jaw tightened, and my skull throbbed with red-hot hatred.

“You got a deal. I’ll suck you off if it means getting breakfast.”

There were several clanking noises as heavy bolt after heavy bolt was unlocked, and a beat later, my cell door swung open.

I stood up from my bed and bowed as best as I could in my straitjacket. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

There was nothing in my cell but a grubby toilet, a threadbare mattress and a bedframe with attached leather restraints that denied me even the simple pleasure of jerking off. Just the rats, the distant screams of the other inmates, and the scraps of the occasional orderly stupid enough to enter my cell to keep me company.

The man was huge, all muscle. “Get on your knees, Seventeen.”

Even though my loathing for the asylum “staff” had my blood boiling, I kept my cool for the several seconds it took for the orderly to shut my cell door behind him and approach me with his scrubs slung low on his hips, his cock already clenched in his fist.

A vein throbbed in my temple.

“You’re a ravenous little fuck, aren’t you?” the orderly grunted as he gave his member a stroke.

I licked my lips. You have no idea.

My mouth opened wide, and the orderly didn’t hesitate to insert himself.

I bit him. Hard enough to sever the tip. Warm, delicious blood gushed onto my tongue, and I moaned as it soaked into my taste buds and dribbled down my throat.

The guard stumbled back, horror and shock dovetailing on his face. He clutched his bleeding groin, howling in agony as blood gushed between his fingers.

Manic laughter rattled through the ward, bouncing off the tiled walls. Took me a beat to realize it was coming from me.

“Y–Y–You—” He couldn’t push out the rest of his sentence, pure disbelief paralyzing him.

Getting to my feet, his blood oozed down my chin and stained the front of my straitjacket.

I spit the bloody mass of meat in my mouth onto the floor and—like the mad man I was—my cock stiffened at the terror banked in the demon’s eyes.

“You’re new around here…” I growled, my bloody grin stretching wider, “so I’m going to bring you up to speed. I’m not locked in here with you. You’re locked in here with me.”

Using the fresh blood in my system as strength, I tore out of the straitjacket with a roar.

Three other demons came running, and a beat later, my cell door slammed open. I staggered back, laughing at the three men who charged into my cell. "This all you got? Three guys? Is the devil running out of demons?"

“You didn’t say he was one of us!” The dickless orderly screeched. “He has fangs!”