Chapter III:

Before The World Ends

"Logan."

Their cries of pleasure mixed together, synchronizing in a scene of lust imitating passionate love making. His hands ran over her breasts, his fingertips teasing the nipples gently and their tongues joined together in a venomous embrace. The peak was near, she could feel the earth-shattering quivers in the pit of her of stomach resulting to a quick break in their kiss as she leaned against the wall in front of her for better leverage and Logan could feel every vibrating moment. "You're close." He panted between strokes and Chloe looked back at her lover fiendishly delighted, her body adapting so that she could grip a handful of his wavy locks. "Then stop fucking talking."

Out of all her partners since losing her virginity at the age of 17, Chloe considered Logan in her top tier even though she was four years his senior. She had lucked out and met him at the local college bar. There were alcohol specials each weekend with different flavored alcoholic beverages available to both the legal and minors with the right amount of money, guaranteeing at least leaving with a hook up; Logan was no exception. He was a twenty year old sophomore who had happened to smile in Chloe's direction with fine timing. Five cocktails and a round of shots bought by friends found the pair back in Chloe's apartment; what started as a one night stand turned into a relationship that had lasted probably longer than she originally planned. He was a true gentleman, an ideal playmate.

"You feel so good." Chloe watched him crumble in her grasp, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he began to moan her name and her eyes closed in satisfaction, his sensually charged compliment sending her to height of her climax. The room seem to shake around her, the senses heightened and open to each sensation ensnaring them. This power was new; many of the encounters found her staring at the ceiling secretly praying the guy was "quick." But Logan's techniques, his obedience, his objective in pleasing her, there was no reason to doubt why she kept him around so long. It suddenly struck her: she had finally achieved control of her partner, the ultimate goal she had set for herself since that intrusion by her first boyfriend. His fingertips, which had been gripping her behind, began to dig into her skin, sending a tingling jolt that stirred her from bliss to alert her that he was also close. "Wait. We're not done." Logan stopped moving at her words and Chloe took the opportunity to stand on both of her feet as she looked down the hall of his apartment. "Let's go." She teased the tip of his member with her thumb, seductively stroking it as she led her aroused cohort to his bedroom. It was standard for a twenty something male, the walls pinned with posters of alcohol brands and beautiful models; the aroma of a locker room and his usual choice of cologne blended in the air and Chloe allowed the smell to fill her lungs as she strolled in. "I bought something special. As long as you promise to use it right. Go lie down on the bed." She instructed, picking up her bag and pulling out her favorite vibrator then switching it on immediately. Logan's head cocked in confusion, throwing her a puzzled smirk. "You're not using that on me." The vibrator switched off and tension permeated the silence the absence left behind. Chloe didn't become angry but instead, upset. Disappointment swelled inside her, feeling that control suddenly snatched by his demand. "Clo?" There was no reply, her mind still attempting to understand how he implied the vibrator was for him. Her disappointment now manifested into a small rage, the vibrator gripped tightly in her hand and her breathing shifted from small and rapid to slow and deep.

With luck, Chloe managed to sneak back to the female ward's cell blocks in time to avoid serious trouble, consumed her medication and fell asleep peacefully. However, her morning was anything but peaceful and she awoke to a lucid memory that served as a reminder for how she ended up in that cell: a neighbor living on the floor below banging on the door about the noise, her embracing her ex-lover in a blood soaked bed - once as clean as she. Surely this terror was triggered by acquainting Eddie, who possessed traits very similar to Logan. The meeting replayed over and over, and soon she became titillated once again as her memories transformed into a fantasy. Her fingertips found stimulation and closing her eyes, Chloe granted her vision freedom to explore the bloody possibilities.

Scattered leaves surrounded the outdoor basketball court, having been swept off likely by a male patient, only to find their way back onto it when the chilly September wind blew. A basketball passed back and forth between Chloe's hands in an effort to keep them warm, as she contemplated visiting a sew machine to make those gloves. Having achieved orgasm three times before her wake up call, she considered herself better prepared and swore she'd be the picture of confidence the next time she saw Eddie. But there was no guarantee that day would be today and Clo found herself looking up at the auburn sky. She wished for actual human interaction, conversation with another person with no restrictions or limits or concerns. Phone calls were barely allowed as it "interfered with progress" and the social circle was full of bat-shit people, patients and employees alike. "There should be levels to this shit…like purgatory." Chloe thought out loud, soon striking a conversation up with herself. Most people thought this alone made her crazy but she called it rationalizing out loud. "My, my. You probably think I'm stalking you, darling." In conspicuous awe, Chloe regaled the familiar voice without turning around to acknowledge the presence just yet. It felt delicious to keep him waiting.

Eddie Gluskin unplugged the lamp and watched the light bulb dim, leaving the sleek figure in the dark alone with his thoughts. "That woman…" He toddled his way back to the room of unmarked boxes, except it didn't stop there. This entire floor stretched far and wide, with hallways and doors to rooms full of sewing supplies and other equipment provided by Murkoff. Yet Eddie managed to locate a few whiteboards, markers, mannequins. Everything he needed to plan and make the perfect "home." "These bastards have no idea what they're talking about. It seems I have been given yet another opportunity to find love." Eddie beamed having conviction in every word, each one praising his ego for the smooth performance he gave. Truthfully, he had been shocked to see a woman for the first time in a long time, let alone a woman at Mount Massive. Conversations overheard explained that women were dying and could no longer be candidates for the programs. No one knew exactly what happened to the remaining women but it looked like one was still alive. Just her presence brought him back to life, blasting away dull and painful memorabilia the Mount Massive staff got ahold of and now all he wanted was to feel Chloe's supple skin beneath his fingers and blade. To watch her writhe and scowl as she pled for her life, bleeding slowly until she became the girl he always pined for, frozen eternally in beauty. His tools gathered, Eddie picked up an asylum-issued radio to settle in front of a whiteboard, turning the dial to hear his favorite song commence. A delusional grin softly sung along with the lyrics.

"A good old fashioned girl with heart so true…"

"I want a girl. Just like the girl that married dead old Dad..."

Author's note:
I apologize for putting this up so late. And also if it's shitty. Body pain can dull the muse. But consider this part one of a single chapter to make up for it. And I will put part two up later today. If you guys are nice...

More of her story is opening up, and Eddie is now being incorporated. So that means another character is up for a cameo. Just to decide who it will be...

Anyways, I hope you guys like the chapter. :)

- FLCN