Inanimate Insanity Mepad Novels & Stories

|Thomas| A famous I* influencer gags between my thighs, eyes stinging, and lips smudged with lipstick. I hum to the sensation, smoke puffing out of my lips. She raises her head, and I clench my teeth. "Do you want the deal or not?" My voice comes out flat. She nods, trying to look seductive. "Then suck and swallow." I lean back, observing her eager compliance. So dumb. A notification chimes on the armrest—a notification from my burner account flares across the screen.

“I'll be waiting.“ My gaze followed Zagreb as he took his leave. I pulled out a bottle of water from within my desk, twisted its cap open, and gulped down its contents. It was a ritual I often did when I was anxious. “Are you anxious?“ a familiar voice asked. Even if I was asleep, I would have been able to recognize that voice. My whole body tensed as Aiden's face came into view. Today, he was dressed in a gray shirt again and dark blue jeans. “We don't have a session today,“ my voice came out barely above a whisper. “I'm not here for a session,“ Aiden revealed, taking slow but deliberate steps toward me. “I'm here to remind you of whom you belong to.“ Before I could wrap my head around what

"I see things. Come in. We have much to discuss." --- The cabin was cluttered. Books, candles, strange jars filled with glowing liquids. A fire crackled in the hearth. "Sit," Elara said, gesturing to a worn couch. We sat. She sat across from us, studying me. "The Mute Omega," she said. "You're smaller than I imagined." "I get that a lot." She laughed—a warm, raspy sound. "I like you." "Can you help me?" She tilted her head. "I can try. But I need to see what you're capable of first."

She couldn't. "Good. Now you're silent. Welcome to my former damn world." Madden said with zero empathy then threw the two empty bottles into the trash before exiting the ward. After he left, Malik came peeping into the ward, watching Poe struggling to talk. "He muted her? Why?" He wondered curiously. -- Madden met Igor and Andrei outside the clinic immediately he stepped out, and he rolled eyes habitually, waiting for the trash he's gonna spew. "What did you go inside my clinic to do again? Break cameras? Destroy doors?" Igor questioned.

He’d seen the same fractures I had. And I… I felt like I was cracking from the inside. --- The first sign of real trouble came two nights later. Madison awoke screaming, shadows tearing at the walls, shapes breaking free from her control. “It’s all wrong!” she cried. “It’s inside me, inside *us*! He’s everywhere!” Ian bolted upright from the floor where he had been sitting, eyes wide, trying to make sense of her panic. “Madison, it’s okay. We’re here. Breathe—”

He paused to give a sardonic laugh. "Banished me to my grief. They called me crazy. They called me the insane alpha. They said he had lost his mind. Eric has lost his sanity. I was treated like a curse. I was kept in chains. I was locked away. No one came to see me. All I knew was darkness. I couldn't tell night from day. My world was adorned with darkness. Emptiness. Pain. Loneliness. Do you know the torture I went through, Yaki? Do you know the humiliation I was subjected to? I was forced to live like a rogue. Act like a rogue. Think like a rogue...."

My sixth-sense was telling me that the thing inside the sack was my daughter. In that instant, I could feel my entire body fully synchronized with my brain as the adrenaline inside of me surged. I ran as fast as my body could take it. However, it seemed like they had anticipated this. When I almost caught the sack, two men appeared out of nowhere to pin me on the ground. It was useless no matter how I struggled or screamed. There were no security guards or cops on duty in this place. The passersby didn't know what was happening and all chose to stand and watch.

It was clean, white, well lit, held just a bed and a table, all that was needed for doing business. The door clicked closed behind us, and the outside world went mute. She dropped my hand, chewing on her lip as she eyed me. For a moment neither of us moved, and I must admit, I was getting a bit nervous being completely alone with her, I had no idea what was going on behind those jade orbs. I decided to break the silence. “Ms. Monroe.” “Call me Leah.” She corrected me, her voice was low, silky. Something was definitely wrong. “Are you okay, did something happen?”

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.

His skin is sickly pale, and his face holds no other emotion other than madness. Almighty laughter erupts from his mouth, and I stand still, embracing myself for what might come next. "Dave won't notice if I treat myself," Adam booms and mumbles many incomprehensible words. I stare at him, hesitant about what to do next. Adam's conversation with himself suggests he might be insane. A person speaking to themselves usually isn't a good sign. And it frightens me how this crazy person must be around a hundred feet tall; he could quickly end us all.