Diagnosis: Paranoid schizophrenia
Official cause of death from Coroner’s report: Septicemia on an infected heart valve
AMELIA DEARDEN SMITH, 53
Interred for the murder of her two foster children
Diagnosis: Antisocial personality disorder
Official cause of death from Coroner’s report: Pneumonia
OMAR KASSIM, 46
Interred for the rape/murder and mutilation of three of his colleagues
Diagnosis: Bipolar disorder
Official cause of death from Coroner’s report: Kidney failure
Along the years, there were other deaths, but these were sporadic. It was the spate of five within a year which had caught the attention of the police five years ago, and the press. No family members pressed charges. Indeed, no family member came forward – having disowned their forebears when they were declared criminally insane.
There seemed to be no correlation between the cases in gender or age or appearance or mental disorder, other than the fact they were all criminally insane and inmates of Bellevue.
It didn’t matter that the dead inmates were sociopathic murderers to Rita. It mattered that there was suspicion around the cases, and there was a story there.
What happened behind the walls of Bellevue? she wondered. What did Connor and his son, Rust, do to those victims in their sick bay?
17
Rust guided Kate to the woods beyond the circle and the stones. It was quieter here. The thud-thud-thud of music still echoed through the trees, but the atmosphere was relatively more serene.
He had plenty of misgivings. He had tried to introduce Kate to a little more of his world – a world of raves and exhibitionism and public bondage sex – but maybe it was a little too much too soon for her. After all, she was an innocent to all this. She was pure and beautiful and trusting and everything he was not.
He should not corrupt her.
Already, his urges for her were unholy. He wasn’t talking about his lust. His lust for her ripe body was infinite and shadowed only by his inexplicable affection for her. He had not felt like this towards another human being – so protective and omnipotent. Maybe it was because of the difference between their ages. Maybe it was because of Kate’s sweet personality herself. And the fact that she loved him.
He knew that she loved him. Body, heart and soul.
He knew he did not deserve her love.
And he knew that this affection he felt for her was akin to love too. If he even knew the definition of the word.
“I’m sorry,” he said to her when they were alone. “I shouldn’t have exposed you to Teddy.”
“No,” she said softly, “you didn’t know what he said to me earlier.”
She was so beautiful in the moonlight. Her breasts wore a bluish hue, and her body was plump and supple. He felt his cock rising again.
“What did he say to you?” Rust felt his ire rising with his libido. It was a strange and yet gratifying feeling.
“Rust, let it rest, please.” She placed her hand on the smooth plane of his chest. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want a fuss. Nothing happened. Really.”
He knew she was right. “I forced you to come here when you didn’t really want to. You weren’t ready. You may never be ready.”
“You didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to. I was ready for the next step . . . but not with Teddy.” She raised her face to his. For the first time, he noticed her eyes glistening.
Anguish clenched his chest.
“Oh Kate, Kate . . . my darling Kate, I’m sorry.”
She came into his arms and he clasped her comforting body in them. He held her for a long time and he felt the wetness on her face melt onto the skin of his shoulder.
When they emerged from the hug, he kissed her on the mouth. His organ was very erect. He couldn’t help himself. He was always like that around her. It was one of those things about her which drove him mad.
She clasped his cock.
“Rust,” she whispered, “I want you . . . and only you. Not Carlo, not Teddy, not anyone else. You are enough for me. I understand if I may not be enough for you . . . and I’m willing to accept that. But as long as you don’t feel anything for anyone else . . . I can . . . ”
She faltered.
For answer, he kissed her again. And again. Their kisses became more voracious, as they always did, and he cupped his hand over her sopping pussy and teased her juices all over her own swollen flesh.
“Rust, please take me,” she begged. “Only you. It has always been only you.”
He lifted her up with his strong arms, and she wrapped her legs around his torso. He carried her to a tree and pressed her back against the bark.
“Rust,” she moaned.
He entered her. She was already so wet that he slid into her tight pussy like a boat cleaving through water. His cock penetrated her all the way into the greedy mouth of her cervix which opened to embrace his tip.