Brainwashed (Alabaster Penitentiary Book 3) by Nyla K

Author:Nyla K [K, Nyla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Alabaster Penitentiary, Volume 3
Publisher: Nyla K
Published: 2022-07-06T16:00:00+00:00

“Doctor?”

I’m staring, my eyes fixed on the wall in front of me. It’s a light sort of gray, with a crack running down the middle. Concrete, I presume.

The primary material here.

“Dr. Love…?”

My mind is sitting blank. I’ve shut it down, and now things are quiet in my head. I need it to be this way. I’ve been forcing myself not to think since yesterday…

I have to say, the spacing out feels good. The quiet, the calm. No more tumultuous thoughts.

No more questions.

But then fingers snap in front of my face, and I startle. “Dr. Love. Are you ready?”

My eyes find the bespectacled Dr. Johansson, who’s staring at me with some mild concern. When I glance left, I find Dr. Templeton looking impatient. And by his side, Abel Figueroa, who’s clearly just excited to be here.

Fucking weirdo.

I clear my throat, reacquainting myself with reality. We’re supposed to be going to do something… And I don’t think I can manage it right now. “You all go on. I’ll just… observe.”

Templeton lets out a subtle scoff, and I glare at him.

Johansson’s forehead lines. “But I thought you wanted to be involved…”

“Not this time,” I bark.

The three of them share a brief look before conceding and wordlessly shuffling out of the office. I roll my eyes, slowly standing up from my seat to follow after them. We take the halls like a troop of professionals, although right now I don’t feel like any of us are quite that.

I suppose it doesn’t matter, though.

At the end of the corridor, my pace slows as I watch the three of them file into the examination room. I creep up to the doorway, peering inside the window. He’s already in there.

The orderly is shackling a shirtless Felix to the chair. I feel my breathing pick up just a bit, and it’s disturbing. This is why I didn’t want to be involved in this today.

I need a break. Never mind the fact that I just watched Manuel Blanco slit a man’s throat based on something I did… He brought us all into a room as a show of power, to remind everyone who we’re dealing with.

Really, I wish I could feel bad about it. But call me self-centered. After what happened yesterday, I had my mind stuck on someone other than an unfortunate control room guard who probably didn’t deserve to die.

And I had no intention of even seeing him today.

I mean, really though… What is wrong with me??

My jaw tightens as I push away all the jumbled memories and focus on work. Templeton is securing the usual electrodes to Felix’s temples, then placing them on his bare chest. I can still see the marks on him from their last experiment. They’re faded… I don’t think they’ll scar. But still.

The strangest feelings of anger and protection filled me when he showed me those marks the other night. It makes no sense. What are these reactions I keep having to him?

It’s like he’s weaseled his way inside my head, which is ridiculous, since I’m the one studying him.

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