Redeeming Logan

Chapter Six

Logan

I found her. I was starting to lose hope that she actually existed. After losing Vanessa, I didn’t think I’d ever find the perfect Little Lamb again. But here she is, sitting wide-eyed in that leather chair. Her fingers clutching the arm of it so tight that her knuckles are white. Her breath is coming out in little puffs as she stares up at me with fearful eyes. Poor thing has no idea what she’s in for while being in my care, and it makes me smile.

I wonder just how long she will last. Will she cry as I cut her and make her bleed? Will she spew the contents of her stomach across the floor when I fuck her? I know I said my dick would never enter anyone else but my Little Lamb again. But I think she’s it. I’m willing to sacrifice my vow to test the theory. If she can’t take it, then I guess I’ll still get a decent orgasm out of it.

She’s shaking like a leaf as she looks between us, but her eyes aren’t on me for more than a second. They’re too focused on Mr. Pickett. I look over at him reclined back in his chair with his feet now kicked up on his desk. His hands are folded behind his head, and he’s staring at her with lust in his eyes. Fuck, we can’t have that now, can we? I glare at Mr. Picket and lean over, knocking his feet off his desk.

He may be the headmaster, but his dick is the size of a baby carrot with an inferiority complex to match. He looks up at me with a glare before he gets the memo and backs down. He huffs out a disgruntled sigh as he pushes his chair back and stands.

“Miss Taliah, it was a pleasure meeting you, but I will leave you now with your host, Dr. Logan. He will see that you have been properly integrated into our way of life here at Harmony Heights.” He nods at Taliah before he leaves the office in a rush.

Leaving me alone with a frightened Taliah. She looks up at me with round eyes, the green shining like a gem in the sunlight streaming through the window. The specks of blue in them are like a hidden oasis in the forest. Her pale skin is paper thin, leaving her blue veins on full display in her hands and neck. A pink hue rises to her cheeks as I blatantly stare at her.

She squirms in her chair with discomfort and it makes me giddy with excitement. I wonder how uncomfortable she will be when she’s naked and strapped to my table. I walk closer to her watching as her eyes track my movements. Leaning against the front of the desk, only a foot away from her, I peer down at her.

I hold her gaze, letting my dominance roll off of me in waves, waiting for her to have some sort of reaction. Her eyes start to go glassy as she stares back at me, but then a switch flips. Her eyes narrow, and she slowly stands up from her chair, leveling me with a glare as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“What now, Dr. Logan? Is this the part you lock me away in a basement or some shit?” She asks snarkily with a tilt of her head. She can’t be more than five feet with my more than twelve inches towering over her. This girl has guts, that's for sure.

“Something like that. Follow me, Taliah.” I don’t wait for her to acknowledge me before I leave the room.

The squeak of her converse against the tile floor is a contrast to the click clack of my dress shoes. I lead her down the hall to another door and swipe my badge against the card reader. The door beeps, and I usher her through to the other side. The heavy click echos through the dingy hallway we entered.

Taliah is frozen at my side; I’m sure she’s wondering what dimension she just walked into. This part of the facility is completely different from the one we let the outside world see in the front. The floor is plain cement with cracks running every which way. Walls made of cement blocks painted white are flaking, and some vines try to break through the cracks between the bricks. Overhead lights flicker in spots from the shotty electricity back here. Screams echo from the rooms behind the metal doors through the hallway. The residents here that I can’t touch just slowly dwindle away in their rooms before they lose their minds.

I peer down at Taliah next to me, watching as she takes a step back and turns to the metal door, tugging on the handle with all of her might. Watching this little girl try to escape this place makes me chuckle because no one leaves here the same person they were before.

“Welcome to your new home, Taliah. There’s no way out now, Little Lamb.”