Chapter 4: 3-Pillow Room
Cassandra POV
(Warning- Fantasies of uh...doing the thing with a minor (Vertin) are here, as well as mentions of doing the thing to her brother. Read at your own risk please! I am not interested in paying anyone's therapy.)
The padded room is...quite lonely.
Lonely, and very, very cold. All that's separating me from frostbite is a thin blanket and my (very ugly) green socks. All I can do is look. And look. And look at some more. And listen to the other patients shuffle about during the day and the janitors cleaning by night, alongside the usual morsel of food I get for breakfast, lunch and dinner...if they remember to give me dinner, at least.
That rat bastard who calls himself that cuties mentor is nothing short of impure. If I had not been bound to a straightjacket that day, I would purify him right then and there. He's the one regulating my food deliveries and my counselling sessions. I've come to hate him, so much so I've forgotten his name. It's been three days. Three whole days in this frost-ridden shithole talking to the same asshole over and over and over again about my 'wrong doings'. It wasn't a 'wrong-doing' if he liked it. It wasn't wrong if he forgave me before his death. It's not wrong if it's love. I refuse to be 'corrected'. I'd rather die than do that. He wasn't underaged, if anything he was more mature than any adult could be about sex. He was fine. He is fine. I am fine. I am perfectly sane.
...
Maybe these ugly white walls are getting to me. I hate them more than that man's ugly, rancid face. White might be the symbol of purity, but no amount of white will be as pure as he was. Nothing can come close to how pure he was, although that cutie from the other day is a close contender.
If only I could see him again. I wonder what cute sounds he could make for me. What buttons can I press to make him feel good? What does he like? Is he into older women? Or does he prefer people his age? We're not that far apart- I'm twenty one, he's seventeen. I'm sure I can wait for him to ripen...fresh fruit always tastes best when it ripens. But he's so...alluring. Blond, fluffy hair, pretty brown eyes, tanned skin and a cute face that deserves to be squished and poked and kissed to oblivion. He's probably shorter than me, but that's fine. He reminds me of Benoit, so small and petite and cute...
The metal door creaks open. It's him again- The muscular, tanned man with brown hair that's slightly greying. How old even is this sack of shit anyway? From what I've heard, no one knows his age other than he's in his forties. He likes to drink, sometimes comes into work drunk, and has a wife and a child. Who on earth would marry such a disgusting, annoying, brutish man? He's even wearing a jacket too, as if to taunt me that I'm unable to escape the cold while I'm in here.
"Good day to you, Cassandra. Or should I call you 'Cassie' instead? We've grown a mutual hatred of each other during these past few days, haven't we? Why not get mushy and sentimental." He taunts, flaunting his smirk at me.
"What do you want, you bastard? Didn't I say I didn't want to talk to you? Go back to being drunk or something. I am not speaking to you."
"That isn't your decision. Just answer a few simple questions and then you'll be returned to your room. Don't you want that? Or do you like looking at these plain white walls all day?"
I want to wring his neck off his body, but I don't want to be here another day.
"Fine. I'll oblige you and answer your 'few simple questions'. I'm too tired of seeing your ugly face and these white walls to argue with you anyway."
The bastard smiles. He really needs to shave that stubble of his. It's unsanitary for a man to have a beard, much less stubble.
"Great. Glad we could compromise." He takes out a clipboard and a pen, then clears his throat. "First question, and it's a very simple one, How would you describe yourself? Be honest, because if I find that you were lying, you'll be having a few extra days of winter vacation in here. And you don't want that, hm?"
I grit my teeth in annoyance. I hate impurities. I despise them with my core. But to get out of this shit-hole, I have to be honest.
"I think of myself as freed from my...mortal chains. Not immortal- I've just ascended to be better than anyone else. I can sift through who is pure from impure, who is white and who is black, who is clean and who is dirty. I can see all of it, because my brother gifted it to me when he died."
He looked neutral, before jotting it down. "Next question. How would you describe you brother?"
"Benoit? He is an angel. A divine being sent from the heavens itself. And he gifted me a piece of himself before he died."
Again, his face remains neutral while writing down as I said. "What are your thoughts on what you did to your brother? Do you regret what you did?"
"Why would I? He let me do it to him, so it isn't 'rape' as you people call it."
He looks slightly disgusted, but he continues jotting down the response I made. "Alright, that's it for the day. You'll be returned to your room by tomorrow evening." He turns to the door, opens it, and looks back at me. "You're a real piece of work, you know that? And a disgusting one too. You're remorseless for what you did, and you even justify it by saying that he consented to it."
"It isn't a justification, it's a fact. Now get out and don't ever talk to me again."
"Feeling's mutual, but I get paid to talk to you and sort out your issues. Normally, people would feel some sort of guilt for the crimes they committed, but the world has a way of disappointing people."
I look at him in confusion. "And that would mean?"
"I expected you to feel somewhat guilty for doing all of that to him, but you aren't. That's the disappointment I'm talking about." He leaves and shuts the door. So I continue to do what I have done before- Look at the walls. Look at the floor. Look at my bed. Just stare out of space and think about how utterly annoying that man was. And how disgusting he is for trying to to 'correct' me. And how cute that boy was...Vertin was his name, I think.
I'd love it if I could see him again, and admire and love him as someone of his purity should be loved.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Secr3cy
Secr3cy 24 karot magic in the aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiir
Anyway uh...I fucked around too close to the sun and wrote 1k words! Longest chapter so far and I hope I can make my chapters longer in the future
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