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Into the padded room (me and Angel)

Raziel99

Raziel99

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The darkly cheerful walls throughout the building were suppose to be a inspiration to all of the inhabitants, some sort of joyful image for them to correct themselves and get back to. But the rather dark cell rooms that they were confined in for their living space tended to gloom people that walked in and were told they were to stay there. Some of them were padded, in case people tried to hurt themselves. Even though he gave them no reason to put him in there, Alexander was in such a room, arms crossed as he sat down in his bed, staring at the opposite wall. His door was open, the time of day somewhere around noon, but he didn't feel like moving. The screaming of someone in Isolation cold be heard through the halls, and it made Alexander's lip twitch upward. It was because of him the guy was in there.

Alexander looked to be a ordinary guy, standing at about 6' even, his body average, skin slightly pale from the lack of sunlight now. His hair had grown to a shaggy medium length since he was brought into the asylum, being tamed simply with his fingers brushing it back. His face was slightly shallow, sharpened with a slight lack of nutrition. But it was his eyes that seemed to get the most attention: they were a vivid blue, the brightest part of him, that seemed to steal attention from the rest of his body.

There were two nurses outside of his room, whispering among each other, showing their own worry for the man. He hadn't spoken a single word since he was admitted 3 months beforehand, not a single word. They even had put him through some shock therapy to try to loosen it, but not even a scream came from him. The nurses left him at peace after a few moments, and he stood, leaving the room. Lunch was being served, and he headed towards the cafeteria. He simply grabbed a orange, sitting down on his own and eating it quickly, since there would be a group therapy session soon.
 
Angel- Full irony within the name for many didn't see her as one. A walking sin, excommunicated from any church well... in the world. Despite the attention she got and her own contemptible actions she had an abnormal true belief in God. Just not the way the Catholic church see him... rather than any church saw him to be truthful. They considered her to be clinically insane. Truth be told they just didn't know how to control her mind set or rather even get a feel for it. There was no doctor in the world who has yet been able to diagnose her. In fact, many doctor's have gone insane trying. Some question everything they've ever learned and when they tried to help other patients, they found themselves unable to and would stop treatments with their patients. This was an extraordinary girl indeed.

Other than her twisted words at times, they never saw her to be a physical threat at all to anyone or to herself. There was no jacket, however she had a padded room. This was solely because she would have crazy orgasms when she was left in the room by herself with no attention. A nurse caught her one time sliding across the floor with her hand between her legs that constantly kept pushing her back. So they were hoping the padding would be more comfortable for her.

She was a looker indeed. She had long, flowing platinum blond hair that was very natural. Except for the small layer of black beneath her light locks. Pale, gray, deep set eyes that were almost hidden beneath long, black, sooty eyelashes. It also didn't help that she had bangs that reached the top of her eyes. Her lips looked as if they were made from pink rose petals. Nice, full, moist lips that were very inviting. Many men tried to oblige her sexual cravings, but she turned them down. She didn't like men that pursued her. She liked men that ignored her... or rather tried to.

Lunch time: The nurse came to let her out of her room, but it seemed as if someone else had already. The nurse shrugged it off and walked away, assuming another had already released her to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was her least favorite place. Plastic looking food that looked like it should be on a cooking magazine cover. No one ever saw her eat lunch, but she always seemed pretty healthy and energetic. She took a seat at an empty table across from the mysterious non-talking man, carving something into the table with her finger nail.
 
Alexander was simply sitting there, minding his own business as he ate. There was a good table or two radius where nobody sat near him, partially from his maneuvering in the room, partially because others backed off. But here came this woman, sitting directly across from him at the table like they were some sort of cohorts! And while he didn't know here personally, he knew her by ear of word. Or sound, from the echoes down the hallways. He could just tell the sound of her voice with a simple glance at her, it was her that was making those sounds. A Nymphomaniac. A toy, nothing else.

He heard some muttering and sputtering coming from behind him, and he turned his head to see one of his ex-doctors, now a inmate, thanks to him, coming into the cafeteria with a guard. He could see the man look around the room, before the two men's eyes locked, and the other started cursing, backing up toward the doors. "No! Get him away from me!" His high pitched yelling and screaming could be heard down the hallway as two guards came forward and took care of him. Alexander turned back to his fruit with a satisfied smile.

Though the smile didn't last long on his face: He was done with his small bit of food, and the group session would start soon. So he silently threw the scraps away before heading out of the room, making a beeline to the group therapy room. He was given group sessions after he somehow made his other doctor go insane from a solo session.
 
She could see all the people staring at her as she sat across from the rugged haired man. She only smiled and waved to everyone, as if she were sitting with the captain of the football team and she was trying to make her fellow peers jealous. She looked back and saw his devious smile and wondered what it could be about...

Hearing the crazed man ranting about the man across from her made her burst into laughter. Hysterics even. She looked back at the stranger and caught a small glimpse of those gorgeous blue eyes. They almost made her freeze up, her laughter subsiding as well. However, the smile on her face remained. She watched him get up and throw away his scraps. She wondered why he was leaving, then it dawned on her. "Oh the group therapy thingy." She said to herself. She smiled sweetly to herself and got up, following behind her new stranger friend.

Walking through the hallway she stopped by one of the plants they put through the halls for decoration. She reached behind it and pulled out a small bag of Doritos. She smiled with a small cackle then ran to catch up with him. She opened the bag, took a chip and ate it slowly, letting it crunch loudly between her teeth. Slowly, she pushed the bag towards him and offered him some with unspoken words.
 
She was following him. Now, he was getting slightly annoyed, even if she didn't realize it. First bothering his quiet reverie of silence and space, and now tagging along with him for a meeting even if they were both going to it? Unusual at least, aggravating at median. But, he would have to deal with it. Not like she was trying to release herself on him. Then he may get pissed.

She offered him some Doritos. He felt like being a asshole, felt like grabbing them and crushing them underfoot, but he didn't. He ignored it, didn't push her hand away, didn't even seem to recognize that she was jesturing to him. But before she could bring in any protest, the other filed in, followed by the Psychiatrist.

James knew most of the faces around the room, all of them hard headed, unflinching from their separate cases. This wasn't going to be a enjoyable afternoon for him. He moved to the head seat of the circle and sat down. "Angel, put that food away. Now, everyone, how was your week?"
 
She shrugged lightly and continued eating her chips despite his denial for them. Maybe he like plastic food... He really was crazy. She giggled out loud to her thoughts. Seeing the doctor and hearing is words as they made their way in. She offered him a single chip and walked away. She waited purposely to see where her new stranger was going to sit. Did she sit next to him? No. She sat completely opposite him. Not too far from the doctor, finishing up her chips as he asked everyone how their week was. She nodded, licking the cheese off her lips, throwing up a thumbs up.

She leaned back into her chair, waiting to hear what everyone was going to say... or rather some not say. She laughed hard whenever someone didn't share their story. Except when they got to Alexander. She was silent, showed no emotion or care, or even acknowledgment that it was even his turn to go.
 
Alexander heard most of the stories, stories he had heard before. Some of the people had bad memories, and they were repeating themselves. The others had stories so off the walls that he knew they were lies. Useless people. Lies were for buzzards to hear as they ate the person from the inside. The Doctor asked him about his week, and he simply ignored him, not looking at anyone, not even shrugging to let him notice that he heard him.

These freaks are killer, he thought, rubbing his temples. He knew some of the stuff, though some of it was rather eventful. Everyone went around, almost everyone saying something or other, and soon he stood. "Well, does anyone have any ideas for today?"
 
Everyone had went around... except he didn't ask for Angel to speak. She giggled lightly to herself, her feet tapping quickly in a giddy manner. She raised her hand and lowered her head slightly so that her bangs were more into her pale gray eyes. She pursed her lips lightly, so that she had a smiled pout almost. A very innocent look. "Doc! I didn't get to go!" She said in almost a childish voice. She almost looked sad that she didn't get to share. She saw the eyes of all the men staring at her. They all heard her in her room and she was sure many relieved themselves to her, but she paid no mind to them. It was strange. She was a nymphomaniac, but no one ever knew of her slutting around or having sex with anyone... Ever. She only pleasured herself all the time.
 
Ugh, she was luckily skipped before, but now she was whining about it, wanting her turn to talk. Alexander resisted the urge to put his forehead into his palm. He knew what she did all week. Hell, everyone knew what she did all week. It could be heard down the halls if you ever cleaned out your ears. Maybe lucky for her, not too many people got que-tips. Sadly, he was one of them.

How could have he missed the girl. He turned to her, gesturing his hand towards her. "Ok, Angel, go ahead. Tell us about your week."
 
She smiled and folded her hands into her lap. Majority of the guys and even some women leaned in to try to really hear her saying, "Yeah Angel! Tell us!" "Don't be afraid, share every little detail." "It's okay Angel. We're here for you." "Please share!"

"Well-" She began to say as even the doctor seemed to be very interested now. "On Monday, I broke out and went to KFC for lunch." Someone else cut in. "But you were in the cafeteria!" "Did you see me eat?" She glared over to them. They thought about it momentarily. "Tuesday was a boring day... oh! My parents came and visited me! My dad's a doctor and my mom's a school teacher. My mom was recommending teaching me here on the weekends. But I'm too smart to go backwards. Then they left but it was about curfew anyway. Wednesday I snuck out again-" She was cut off by another guy in the room. "Tell us what you did in your cell!"

Angel raised her brow in question and smiled. "That's irrelevant. The doc doesn't want to know about that. I mean that would be so unprofessional."
 
Broken out? Now Alexander was slightly interested. Slightly. Of course she was lying... was she? He didn't remember seeing her a few times, though of course, it wasn't like he paid attention to her 24/7. But he leaned in very slightly to hear her over the slight catcalls and instigations.

The Doctor knew what they were talking about. Most of the doctors left after hours to go home, but he stayed late a few times to finish some paperwork, heard her through the hallways. "Yes, that is rather unprofessional, so let's just continue with the daytime. Then I suppose we can end this meeting, if we don't have anything else to do."
 
"Sorry doc. I know you feel like you have to report my breaking out but... that would just violate the confidentiality of the meeting wouldn't it?" She smiled a cocky smile and tilted her head innocently. "Anyways, Wednesday I was really in the mood for Mexican, so I went to the Taco Bell down the street from here. Then Thursday and yesterday I waited til after lunch. I woke up late those days cause I didn't get much sleep the night before." A small blush came over her cheeks and her nails scratched at her thighs very lightly as she thought about this. She shook her head lightly and regained the conversation. "So I wasn't hungry til later on. I went to the market and got fresh grilled salmon. I can't resist seafood." She giggled lightly.
 
He was writing on the papers in front of him, on a clipboard so she couldn't read them. 'Sarcastic, breaking out of area, needs extra female guards.' He had to add the last bit, knowing just too much about her, her next comment allocating the rest he needed to know. "Well, that sounded like you ate well, then. If that is all? Then we can end the meeting for today." He was surprised that the session lasted a hour and a half, though they had a half hour of time left.

Alexander left quickly when they were dismissed, wandering the halls for a moment before going to the Solarium. Low-risk people were allowed in, knowing they wouldn't try to escape by breaking the glass that let the sun into the room. He found a chair and sat down, laying back and letting the rays absorb onto him, his eyes closing.
 
Her eyebrow quirked as she watched the movement of the pen along the paper. "Mhmm" She smiled lightly and got up and left. She watched her stranger leave and followed him from a distance down the hallways. She didn't know herself why she was so fixed on him. She liked him though. She really did. Following him into the Solarium, she let him sit down and enjoy himself for a little bit. After about 10 minutes or so, she came over and sat beside him. Quickly she handed him the piece of paper the doc had been writing on the entire time during the session. She picked her feet up onto the bench and pulled her knees into her chest, wrapping her arms around her own legs.

Her eye brow quirked as she rested her head on top of her knees, looking over at him with pale gray eyes. She almost looked sad, but only slightly. The corner of her lips were still pulled into a slight smile despite her eyes and every other relaxed feature on her face. She only watched him, not saying anything.
 
He simply relaxed, the beams of the afternoon sun feeling warm and rather rejuvenating to his skin. But he felt someone put something in his hand, and he pulled it up to his face, opening the crumpled piece of paper before finally opening his eyes. He saw what it was, scoffed silently as he tossed it over his shoulder, before looking around. He didn't take much time before he found his new little stalker nympho, sitting on the bench, sad eyes offset by the smile on her face. He sent her a look, like 'what are you looking at?', before laying back down, closing his eyes once more.
 
She quirked her head and handed him another piece of paper. His results. Slowly she moved closer to him. "We could both crack him you know. It wouldn't be hard with the both of us. 1 person can't crack a group session though." She giggled. "I really just don't want more guards. If you help me, I'll bring you with me one day." She swung her leg over and mounted his lap, looking down at his face. "You're handsome. You try to hide it. Why?" Her head turned to the side slightly like a confused puppy. She wasn't expecting an answer so she continued. "They take guards off of you cause you show now threat or want to leave. I could tell you how to get out. I don't really care if I go out or not. I just want food. Food here sucks." She conversed with him as if he were answering back. In her head he was. Every small little gesture. Every facial twitch whether he showed his thoughts or not were an answer to her.
 
She handed him another piece of paper, but he simply tossed it over his shoulder, knowing what it was. He knew that everyone thought of him as insane. Hell, he was here, was he not? But he didn't need some paper to list off the thousand and one different symptoms and mental illnesses he had. He already knew, one way or another.

He ignored most of her words. If he wanted a doctor to crack, he could do it on his own. He didn't need some walking hormone's help to do it. But then she mounted him, straddling his hips, and his eyes opened, partially of shock, partially of rage that she would do such a thing. He wanted to toss her off him at the very least, maybe even throw her into a wall. But he knew that she would probably get off from that. So he stayed still, though there was the traces of warning and vehemence in his face.
 
Little did he know, his hands were already tied to the bench. Slowly she slipped from his lap and began undoing his pants. "I know what you think of me. It's only because I know you never felt what I have before." Before he could protest she already had his pants to his knees, so that they also provided some sort of restraint. He was still soft which shocked her. He really wasn't interested in her. That was going to change. Slowly, she forced his cock into her mouth, lick on choice sensitive spots that she knew even he couldn't ignore. The way she licked and where she licked would feel as if she were cheating. Using some sort of a drug. It wasn't. She just knew what to do and where to do it. She could already feel his cock hardening in her mouth, pre-cumm leaking over her tongue. She kept her eyes closed, so she couldn't see his protests. If he did anything he'd have to speak. If he didn't well, he'd feel the best thing in his life soon enough.
 
Alexander cursed himself as he tried to pull his hands away to push her off, but they were already tied behind the chair. Cunning bastard. But no matter... until he felt his pants being pushed down to his ankles. He didn't protest. Protesting would be giving in. His fingers slowly moved up to just below one of his wrists, and he slid out the hidden, very small blade that was just under his skin. It hurt like hell to put it back, but he figured that this was the best way to be able to escape. His fingers moved very slowly, as to not attract her attention. But as he felt her mouth go over his length, moving over him like a expert, his fingers stalled every so often as he tried to keep under control. He would not make a sound. But he would not let such a woman control him.
 
She blushed immensely, her dainty, long, piano fingers curled around his massive manhood. Another gentle gasp left her lips as she felt she could barely touch the tip of her thumb to the rest of her fingers once her hand grabbed hold. ]With no hesitation, her warm, soft lips wrapped around the beastly cock, her tongue tasting lightly at the tip for the moment. Oh how hard he already was for her, the skin on the head still a soft as ever though. It felt good against her tongue, and it tasted so delicious it pushed her for more. Forcing as much of his length as she could down her throat til she felt herself almost gag. She moaned out, her tongue lashing at it as if it could get enough of the taste. Her eyes narrowed and looked up seductively, her hunger burning within her irises as she moaned against his cock. She continued to deep throat him, one stroke of her mouth over and over.
 
He had been looking at her with a look of rather pure hatred. Had being the word, because as she took more and more of his thick cock into her mouth, teasing more and more of it, his eyes were having trouble staying open, never the less with any sort of venom. His fingers worked the small blade in his hand slower and slower, until eventually he couldn't cut it anymore, too weakened by her mouth on him. But he cut the ropes enough, and as his wrists pushed on them as his hands fell back from the back of the seat, there was a rather loud snap, and the ropes fell to the ground, coupled with the sound of metal hitting tile as his hands fell to the ground. There was a slight blood trail down his wrist and hand from where he pulled out the blade.
 
Her eyes looked away as she forced his entire cock into her mouth, her tongue lashing against it as if she were worshiping it. Reality, she didn't want to stop pleasing him. She didn't know what was wrong with him, why he was here or why he never spoke. But everyone was going about them the wrong way. They were forcing him to try and speak and they were trying hard to diagnose her. Angel wasn't the one to force/inflict pain. She was all about good whether they believed she was crazy or not. Her tongue moved up the sensitive straight line from the base of his cock to his head. Oh how she loved the soft skin of the head of his cock. It felt so good against her lips and tongue. All she wanted was for him to enjoy it. Enjoy it all. Let go of whatever bad or annoyance he felt and just let himself go. She deep throat his cock again, not giving him a rest from feeling such intense pleasure.
 
She didn't stop from the sensual torture that she was doing to him, and he forced the growl in his throat back as she took his whole length into her mouth, that damned mouth much to sensual and teasing to have been human. His eyes closed a little tighter as he felt his orgasm come, and hot cum filled her mouth as she buried him near her through. His breathing was heavier, and he was able to pull his arms onto his chest and stomach, leaving the blade on the floor under them. He didn't look at her once, just laying there in the aftershocks of it.
 
Feeling his hot cumm pour into her mouth was a shock. She squealed lightly, making sure she wrapped her lips around it tightly so none escaped. She drank it all down, licking her lips as she pulled up. "You taste really good, and you came so much. You probably haven't relieved yourself in so long." She blushed slightly at the fact she was able to satisfy him. She continued to lick and suck softly on his cock, so that it would still be pleasurable and not hurt or was too sensitive for it. She looked at the blade and reached for it, his cock still resting in her mouth. She furrowed her brows at him as she twirled the metal blade between her fingers. "Why?" She continued, her tongue still brushing against his cock.
 
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