6

Sidney

At noon, lunch is served, as Susana had said it would happen. As one of her wrists was handcuffed, she helped me with a tray and plate. Lunch was chicken soup.

"Are you feeling well? Are you comfortable? "She asked me smiling.

"Yes, thank you."

She smiled and withdrew.

Time was my enemy, it acted against me, because the more I improved, the more risk I had of leaving the hospital. That couldn't happen, not before I paid my “friend” in the other room a little visit. I took the spoon and began to eat. He was hungry and in a hurry, the nurses in this hospital were too attentive; I knew that, in a short time, one of them would come back to find out if I was okay or not. Sometimes I wondered if they were really caring or if they were also on the lookout, as I didn't seem to have time for my plans.

I finished eating, took the knife, dipped it in the rest of the soup and stared at it for a while, seeing how much it could be infested with bacteria. Without further thought, and in a swift movement, I lifted the robe and pierced my abdomen wound with the knife. The wound was still wet and at risk of infection, and I needed to make sure it was going to get infected and run a good fever. I groaned in pain, because it really hurt. What didn't count is that it would bleed a lot; I was startled, seeing that I had exaggerated the perforation.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, I wasn't supposed to bleed like this, to the point where I started to feel weak. I saw no other option but to call the nurse. In a little while, she came and I saw in her face that she took a fright. Soon after, another nurse, Adeline, entered; I admit that seeing it made me happy. I liked to see her and appreciate her, she was too beautiful.

 

 

Adeline

The next morning I was facing Sidney, looking at him. He slept and took deep breaths, his head moving from side to side. His face showed distress; he moaned softly, despite the torment he was showing. It amazed her how often he had nightmares, it wasn't in his dreams, but it was obvious. I wondered why he wanted to hurt himself so badly.

I approached him and called him. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

" I didn't expect to see her…" he murmured, still sleepy.

" How it feels?" I looked at him and couldn't deny that I was worried after what happened.

He didn't answer and looked away.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, finding a patient inconsequential.

"This what?" He looks at me, looking confused.

"Opened the wound sutures!" You are at serious risk of infection! What you've done is serious!

"And even? " He couldn't hide his satisfaction in knowing that. He tried to hide it, but it was obvious that he had more interest in being sick than in recovering.

" Why did you do that? We've been worried about you all day! " I seriously didn't understand how he could do that, hurt himself.

"Serious? Were you worried about me? " Sidney smirked as if I'd made a confession.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Of course I was worried, but I wasn't going to admit it. He looked at me with a mischievous smile.

"Sidney, whatever you've done..." I stopped for a few seconds, as he looked at me seriously, with a dark look. I swallowed hard, but continued. " Fulfilling the penalty is the best way to have a clear conscience...

" What are you talking about? His gaze changed, becoming more serious, if not to say offended.

"You are stuck! He's probably done something illegal and has been having nightmares. Must be some trauma or weight on conscience. " try to find the best way to explain and make him see reason.

He rolled his eyes, dismissively, but then turned his attention back to me, looking me up and down.

" What it was?" I asked.

"You look beautiful..." He gave a sideways smile. "I never asked you if you were single?"

“Don't go off topic.

" Just answer... " His manner was calm and his mischievous look was still there.

"Why the question? " I didn't understand how he managed to be so bold.

"Because I'm about to kiss you again."

I sighed and wanted to pull away, but he held my hand. I tried to free myself, to no avail. He was huge and had a lot more strength than me.

"Stop" I ordered trying to resist, but I managed to have myself.

He pulled me to him as his handcuffed hand gripped my wrist, preventing me from pulling away. I felt his other hand on my face, making my heart race.

"If you don't let me go, I'm going to scream!" I threatened him, I just wanted him to let me go.

"If you were supposed to scream, you would have already done so."

He took my mouth intensely and brutally, as if I were completely his. I tried to resist, but I couldn't, his kiss tamed me. With one hand, I grabbed the back of her neck; the other kneaded her arm, while tasting her kiss. In one movement, he grabbed my waist and placed me on his lap, putting his torso between my legs. He groaned in pain, I certainly hurt him as I sat on his lap.

"Stop, that's not right!" I moaned, trying to push him away, but he pressed me against him. He put his hand on my thigh and squeezed. My body responded to his touch and spontaneously I started with back and forth movements, stimulating him, feeling his hard penis under his pants. I was excited and wet, because of his shameless touch and worse, I was enjoying it. He pulled my hair back and sucked my neck, making me moan with pleasure and wanting to feel more of his penis rubbing my crotch under my pants. It felt like it was just the two of us here.

"Take off your blouse..." he commanded, panting.

It was at that moment that I came to my senses. I pushed him and got off him, not believing that I was almost taken by this man