The Trouble With Bodyguards: Part 3 (4 page)

Jacob watched her from afar over the next few days. She would turn to him, seeking him out to catch his eye, and wink at him from across a crowded room.
She probably thinks that I am still lusting after her, the stupid bitch,
thought Jacob, ignoring her sly smile and turning his attention to the plate of food going cold in front of him. He had all of the details in order; he was ready. He was going to kill her tonight after the nurses called for a lights out in the dorm. He smiled to himself, the warmth spreading through his belly again as he sipped at the lukewarm punch in his paper cup.

…

              Lying on his back, he stared up at the darkened ceiling of his room. The lights from a car passing by on the secluded drive outside the hospital walls streaked across the ceiling, momentarily bathing the room in radiant light, creating stark shadows that danced on the walls near his bed. There he saw them, his friends and his protectors, hidden in the darkest of shadows, invisible to the staring eyes of the waking world. They approved of his plan to kill her. He had gone over every aspect of his plan with them, explaining each step and how it would ensure that no one would suspect that it had been he that had ended her life.             

              He folded back the blankets, revealing that he had not undressed before bed, which was his usual habit, but was still fully clothed, ready to move as soon as the hall was quiet outside his room. He put his hand to the door, listening intently for any sound orindication that the nurses were still about in the hall, checking on beds. They were not quiet, speaking to each in a singsong voice, wishing them a good nigh
t’
s rest.

              Hearing nothing, he slowly turned the handle on the door, willing it not to make a sound. He was pleased as the door came open soundlessly toward him. He peered out into the hall, spotting the orderly in his regular spot, his feet propped on the desk, oblivious to the fact that he was being observed. He stepped out into the dim hall, pulling his door shut behind him, not to alert a nurse that happened to walk by that he was out and about and not tucked safely into his bed. He had left his shoes behind, padding soundlessly along in his stocking feet. He crept down the hallway toward the wome
n’
s dorms at the other end.

              The patients were not forbidden from spending time with each other. In fact, fraternization between the patients was encouraged. The staff hoped that strong bonds could be formed, granting them not only the social interaction that they needed in order to thrive, but giving them a sense that they are not alone in their suffering. It made them feel normal, to have friends, even lovers, though some of them were never going to walk in the outside world again.

              Occasionally, a woman would disappear for a short stay in the medical wing, an unmentionable procedure performed on her to keep the population of lunatics in the asylum from multiplying. Training the members of society here, those that were lucid enough to follow a class on prophylactics, seemed an impossible task. It was easier to just clean up the mess after the fact.

              But Jacob did
n’
t creep down these hallways with sex in mind. His intention was much darker, and in his opinion, much more interesting than spending a few sweaty, stolen moments hammering away at Gin
a’
s pussy. The idea nauseated him. His plans were much more goal oriented. He needed to shut her up and get her out of his life before she could cause any more damage to his carefully built persona and compromise his plan to free himself from this hell.  And of course, to take his trophy, steal the magazine away to his own room to peruse their glossy pages in search of a new image of his angel.

              As he made his way stealthily down the dim corridor, he dug his hand deep into the pocket of his pants, gently fingering the small, white tablets in the bottom. He counted them;there were twelve, positively enough to get the job done. He had been pulling the tablets from beneath his tongue each night after walking away from the nurse
s
’ station where evening drugs were dispensed. He had slipped them through a small tear in the corner of his bedspread, tucking them away where no one would accidentally find them. Today, he had decided that there were enough. He would
n’
t just reward her with a really great nigh
t’
s sleep, but instead h
e’
d steal her breath from her, leaving her to cool as he walked back to his own room, silencing her fucking mouth forever.

              They would assume that she had killed herself. He had planted the seed in the minds of the staff, hinting around during lunch, discussing the terrible rash of suicides that spread through the population of young girls in every high school. She had sat, silent and brooding during group the last few days, irritated that she was still subjected to this place. Her father had not come to rescue her, as she had counted on. Instead, he had left her here, amid the lunatics and the flickering fluorescent lights, while he enjoyed his life on the outside. She stood by her convictions, refused any denial that her mother had tried to poison her, and justified her actions to the death. He was so tired of listening to her nonsense.
Spoiled little brat.

              He stood just outside her door, staring at the floor for any sign of light spilling from the crack beneath onto the tile. Listening intently, he smiled to himself, hearing a gentle snore coming through the thin wood veneer.
Good girl
. She had swallowed her pill and was tucked into her bed, dreaming of a life outside this place, wrapped in the arms of her loving father as her mother lay on the kitchen floor, choking to death on her home baked peach pie.

              Reaching for the door handle, he wrapped his fingers tightly around the knob, the cold steel cooling the burning heat of his sweaty palm. He had
n’
t realized it, how his heart was racing in his chest, how his belly tightened. He was excited, stoked to finally have a reason to do something wonderful again.

              The door opened soundlessly for him, the mechanism making no audible click, as if it too wanted him to succeed in his task unhindered by interruption. Her outline could be made out, the thin blanket covering her tossed haphazardly away, as if she had grown too warm beneath it and cast it aside. She was nude, sprawled out on her stomach. The pale light of the moon shone in the open window, illuminating where it touched the skin of her upper back and shoulders.

              Jacob slipped in the door, pulling it gently shut behind him as he passed through. Reaching into his pocket, he fondled the pills again, eager to get started, to put an end to her. He sucked in a deep, fortifying breath, noting his trembling hands as he crept toward her bedside. His heart was hammering in his chest, as if trying to beat its way free. Blood singing in his veins, he lifted a finger, drawing it lightly along the delicate skin of her lower back, disappointed that it was
n’
t cool to his touch, not yet.

              She groaned in her sleep, and Jacob jumped, yanking his hand away. He held his breath, watching as she pulled her legs up next to her, cradling herself in her own arms like a newborn child. She whimpered, a sound of pleasure escaping from her lips as she continued to dream.

              He released the breath that he had been holding. Fea
r—
that she would awaken to find him here andspoil all of his carefully laid plan
s—
stole his breath from him for a moment. Dragging his palms, puddled with nervous sweat, along the front of his pants, he crossed slowly to the other side of the bed. She was facing this direction, and as he walked in front of her, he noted the way that her eyes darted back and forth beneath her eyelids, making them dance as she dreamed.

              Hesitant with fear that she would wake, he tentatively reached out his hand again, holding his knuckles near her mouth, her full lips slightly parted, and he felt the warmth of her breath on the back of his hand. She was as a child, curled up in her bed, sleeping the sleep of the innocent. Little did she know that she would never wake from this sleep, she would dream eternally.

              Jacob slipped his hand into his pocket, picking through the lint at the bottom, making sure that he had all the tiny white tablets that he needed. Twelve, he had saved them for over a week to make sure that he would get the job done. He would lay them gently on her tongue, watching the poison melt there, slipping silently into her bloodstream. He would stay to watch her breath slow, her body grow heavy, the rise and fall of her chest becoming more infrequent as the drugs took hold. He would place a hand at her throat, feeling the thudding beats of her dying heart, as if he were holding it delicately in his hand. His cock twitched in his pants, the excitement arousing him.

              Cradling the pills between his fingertips, he slid his hand from his pocket, resting his free hand on the edge of her bed as he leaned over her, bringing his fingers to her face as if to caress her cheek. Anyone walking in on them now would think him a lover, leaning in for a tender goodnight kiss.

              He stared at her mouth, the lush, full lips slack with sleep, her warm breath moving effortlessly between them and across the tips of his nimble fingers. He brushed the pad of his thumb along her lower lip, willing her to open her mouth just a bit more to make room for him to plant the seed of her destruction upon her moist, pink tongue.

              Silence filled the room as her breathing stopped, and Jaco
b’
s eyes darted to hers. A pool of liquid dread filled his stomach as he watched her left eyebrow raise in question, a sly smile curling the edges of her mouth.

            
 “
I knew it
,
” she whispered, pausing to lick her lips hungrily
.“
I knew you fucking wanted me, you fucking psycho
.
” As she sat up, reaching to pull his mouth down to hers, the thin blanket fell away, exposing her body to the cool light of the moon flooding in the bedroom window. Jacob froze, unable to think of a way to escape her clutches and free himself from the situation in a way that would not give away his true intentions. He needed her to think that she was right, that an undeniable desire had brought him to her bedside in the middle of the night. He would have to play along in order to keep her from becoming suspicious. He would need to fuck her.

              Burying his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, Jacob kissed her ferociously. Feasting on her mouth hungrily, he slipped his other hand back into his pocket unnoticed, depositing the meds back in their hiding spot, his plans put on hold for the moment. He climbed into the bed with her, resting his weight on top of her, and she wrapped her body around his, inviting him to use her as he pleased. He closed his eyes, separating his mind from his body, stepping away from the scene that he currently found himself forced into. He was good at this, removing himself from reality; he had been doing it for as long as he could remember.

              He drifted in his mind, images of his angel floating before him, as his hands pulled the blanket out from between them, casting it away into the dark space at the foot of the bed. Of their own accord, his palms cupped her breasts, pulling them to his mouth like a chalice, where he began to suckle, to nibble. She giggled with pleasure as her nipple was pulled into his warm mouth, where it kept it warm and safe, tickling it with the tip of his tongue, making her shiver and twitch beneath him. He knew the routine, what movements and sounds were expected to come from him as he touched her, caressed her. He ran his hand down her belly, dipping his fingers between her legs, while nuzzling his face beneath her hair and planting soft kisses along the side of her neck.

              Panting with desire, she reached for the button on his pants, eager to have him inside her. He smiled down at her, watching as she tore open his clothes, running her hands along the taught skin of his belly, reaching inside his waistband and pulling his cock out to play with. Jacob had perfect control over his body; he was able to maintain an erection even when this awful little girl had it between her greedy hands.             

              She climbed onto her hands and knees, her back arched, and took him deeply into her mouth, suckling wetly as she rocked herself back and forth. Her eyes closed, as she moaned with her mouth full. He stared out the window as she worked away at him, drool running down his hip. She slid her arms around his waist, slipping her thumbs into the belt loops on his pants, and pulled them down. He rolled, lifting his legs and lay on his back as she climbed up on top of him.

              He lifted his arms, reaching for her as she straddled him, guiding his cock with her hand as it slid into her. Jacob drifted; images of he and Alex danced through his mind like a projected movie, drawing him away from the gruesome reality of this girl bouncing on his lap, squealing as she pulled at her own nipples as she rode him. He was disappointed; he had wanted to be finished with the nonsense and get his plan for escaping this hell hole back on track. Instead, he had found himself inside another pit of hell, one in which he had fucked this girl and now would be expected to spend time with her instead of staring at an empty chair in group where she had once sat and annoyed him.