4 years 10 days 35 hours Later...
Natasha was a good little girl always doing what she was told and never causing trouble. But Jacob Hawthorn was on to her, in the last four years Natasha had gone from hysterical to cold. Her eyes gave nothing away and she always had the right answer. Hawthorn believes that her condition had only gotten worse. From mild psychopath to sociopath, oh yes Natasha knew the difference between right and wrong but some where along the lines she didn't care anymore.
Jacob knew her mantra it was all about the child she no longer had. Natasha believed that he daughter was still alive and she was determined to get her back. He was aware of her rather sexual relationship with the orderly Victor in exchange for he didn't know what. Most of the orderlies' just raped the female patients there was little they could do about it but Natasha gives herself to him willingly. So he has to be getting her something return.
Perhaps he should call her grandmother? No in all the years Natasha has always kept borderline good behavior never bad enough to get sedated or put in solitary. Cold that was Natasha.
She sat and watched Jacob in silence. It was only a mater of time before she could get the old man to fuck her, then she would get what she wanted, like with Victor with him it was sex in exchange of knowledge from the outside world. Her mind went back to an hour ago in the basement of the Hospital there against the wall of the tunnel access the short burly man pumped into her. She could say this much Victor knew how the please a women, in there arrangement there wasn't a time when she didn't have an orgasm. He sucked on the left nipple, running his calloused stubby thumb over her clit.
Natasha groaned, then he did and they gasped in unison he breathed heavily in her face eyes closed as he enjoyed the last shock waves of his own orgasm. She didn't know why but he should train everyman he came across. Victor NEVER had and orgasm before she did, he always made sure she got satisfaction, when she asked about it he shrugged and said he got off when a woman got off. In the exchange Natasha got a well train ex-military man. He tough her how to use a gun and defined herself.
He was ready to step back now. She grabbed the condom and he slipped out she tide it and tossed it into the garbage. She fixed her clothes and stood up and looked at him. He sighed, telling her the sex was for the tension and rape did nothing for him.
-Nothing relieves tension better then a good roll girlie. -
He never kissed her she wouldn't allow that, he didn't really care to, content with her breasts instead.
-A woman never felt a tingle in her toes when I kissed her. -
-Some women do.-
-Then I ain't interested.-
Natasha had to admit she didn't mind that at all. No real connecting except mutual needs. Victor of course kept up his side of the bargain. Now it was time to get the hell out this hospital. He said he would help her with that; he didn't like Jacob Hawthorn the man was clear jackass. So she was going to convince the man to sleep with her. Once that was done she'd black mail him into telling her who was behind this whole thing.
Natasha had more plans; she used Victor to get updated information on everyone she believed involved in this nightmare. On her list Jasper Jax, Sonny Corinthos, Ned Ashten, Edward Quartermain and Nikolas. No one would be the same by the time she was done destroying lives and taking her daughter back.
Jacob watched her with interest. She sat in the chair cool and calm she let her hair fall into her face showing only one eye that pierced his soul. She licked her lips and he breathed hard.
-Natasha, tell me how have you been dealing with your stay here?-
-Fine Dr. Hawthorn.-
-Do you think your ready for the work release program?-
-Yes Dr. Hawthorn.-
It was the way she said his name.
-I don't believe you.-
-I'm telling the truth I don't know what it will take to make you believe me. -
-I have to get genuine feeling from you. I don't, I believe you have an agenda. -
-What? No. No I don't think so. -
Jacob studied her.
-What can I do to make you believe me? -
-Tell me the truth. -
-The truth I'm willing to do what ever it take to get out sir. -
Natasha watches the man. She knew about Lisa, Caroline, Abigail he uses his knowledge to bend the poor sick women to his will. Now she would do the same, she was after all a creation of revenge why not get some for others as well as herself.
She slipped out of the chair onto her knees. She actually liked sex with Victor he made her feel like a whore but a well kept one. Hawthorn she knew was going to make her dirty. The man sat on the edge of the desk in front of her kneeling form. He unzipped his pants, that's all he did.
When she was done she washed out her mouth in his sink, Hawthorn sat with a post sexual look of satisfaction on his face. She looked at him over her shoulder in the mirror. She washes her face and when she looked up he was there behind her, lifting the back of her gown.
-Condom. -
[tbc]
AN: ? The Author.
Natasha was a good little girl always doing what she was told and never causing trouble. But Jacob Hawthorn was on to her, in the last four years Natasha had gone from hysterical to cold. Her eyes gave nothing away and she always had the right answer. Hawthorn believes that her condition had only gotten worse. From mild psychopath to sociopath, oh yes Natasha knew the difference between right and wrong but some where along the lines she didn't care anymore.
Jacob knew her mantra it was all about the child she no longer had. Natasha believed that he daughter was still alive and she was determined to get her back. He was aware of her rather sexual relationship with the orderly Victor in exchange for he didn't know what. Most of the orderlies' just raped the female patients there was little they could do about it but Natasha gives herself to him willingly. So he has to be getting her something return.
Perhaps he should call her grandmother? No in all the years Natasha has always kept borderline good behavior never bad enough to get sedated or put in solitary. Cold that was Natasha.
She sat and watched Jacob in silence. It was only a mater of time before she could get the old man to fuck her, then she would get what she wanted, like with Victor with him it was sex in exchange of knowledge from the outside world. Her mind went back to an hour ago in the basement of the Hospital there against the wall of the tunnel access the short burly man pumped into her. She could say this much Victor knew how the please a women, in there arrangement there wasn't a time when she didn't have an orgasm. He sucked on the left nipple, running his calloused stubby thumb over her clit.
Natasha groaned, then he did and they gasped in unison he breathed heavily in her face eyes closed as he enjoyed the last shock waves of his own orgasm. She didn't know why but he should train everyman he came across. Victor NEVER had and orgasm before she did, he always made sure she got satisfaction, when she asked about it he shrugged and said he got off when a woman got off. In the exchange Natasha got a well train ex-military man. He tough her how to use a gun and defined herself.
He was ready to step back now. She grabbed the condom and he slipped out she tide it and tossed it into the garbage. She fixed her clothes and stood up and looked at him. He sighed, telling her the sex was for the tension and rape did nothing for him.
-Nothing relieves tension better then a good roll girlie. -
He never kissed her she wouldn't allow that, he didn't really care to, content with her breasts instead.
-A woman never felt a tingle in her toes when I kissed her. -
-Some women do.-
-Then I ain't interested.-
Natasha had to admit she didn't mind that at all. No real connecting except mutual needs. Victor of course kept up his side of the bargain. Now it was time to get the hell out this hospital. He said he would help her with that; he didn't like Jacob Hawthorn the man was clear jackass. So she was going to convince the man to sleep with her. Once that was done she'd black mail him into telling her who was behind this whole thing.
Natasha had more plans; she used Victor to get updated information on everyone she believed involved in this nightmare. On her list Jasper Jax, Sonny Corinthos, Ned Ashten, Edward Quartermain and Nikolas. No one would be the same by the time she was done destroying lives and taking her daughter back.
Jacob watched her with interest. She sat in the chair cool and calm she let her hair fall into her face showing only one eye that pierced his soul. She licked her lips and he breathed hard.
-Natasha, tell me how have you been dealing with your stay here?-
-Fine Dr. Hawthorn.-
-Do you think your ready for the work release program?-
-Yes Dr. Hawthorn.-
It was the way she said his name.
-I don't believe you.-
-I'm telling the truth I don't know what it will take to make you believe me. -
-I have to get genuine feeling from you. I don't, I believe you have an agenda. -
-What? No. No I don't think so. -
Jacob studied her.
-What can I do to make you believe me? -
-Tell me the truth. -
-The truth I'm willing to do what ever it take to get out sir. -
Natasha watches the man. She knew about Lisa, Caroline, Abigail he uses his knowledge to bend the poor sick women to his will. Now she would do the same, she was after all a creation of revenge why not get some for others as well as herself.
She slipped out of the chair onto her knees. She actually liked sex with Victor he made her feel like a whore but a well kept one. Hawthorn she knew was going to make her dirty. The man sat on the edge of the desk in front of her kneeling form. He unzipped his pants, that's all he did.
When she was done she washed out her mouth in his sink, Hawthorn sat with a post sexual look of satisfaction on his face. She looked at him over her shoulder in the mirror. She washes her face and when she looked up he was there behind her, lifting the back of her gown.
-Condom. -
[tbc]
AN: ? The Author.