Sven:

“Hello Mr. Xander. Welcome to Fallen Ridge Treatment Center.”

I smile and nod. Pleasantries. What a joke. You gotta play the game, Sven.

For the next few hours, it is a shit ton of paperwork, vitals, exhausting myself acting melancholy. Not that I plan on maintaining my facade, but I need to find the right person to fuck with. I gotta last here after all. Last, but not get kicked out, exposed and sent to prison. It’s all a delicate balance. I gotta win the top dogs over and get out as soon as possible, while not losing my sanity… or my plans.

Speaking of people to fuck with… a blonde woman with crystal clear blue eyes, a ridiculously thin frame and hair that borders on white, naturally, walks up to the door and stops. Instantly she has my full attention. All six of us are staring at these two girls, but I only have eyes for the blonde.

“Rose, I cannot believe you slept with him,” the curvy Latina girl laughs. “I did not expect you to go home with anyone.”

Rose. Hmm.

“I'm an adult Maria. Occasionally, I do hook up with someone. I just don’t do it that often.”

She shrugs, but there’s a very dead, unfeeling look in her eye. Like hooking up with that guy was the last thing she wanted to do, but felt she had to for some reason. Interesting. She squeezes Maria’s arm and walks in the room. The Maria chick walks the other way, probably to the woman’s unit. I thought maybe I’d fuck with one of the patients over there, but oh no. It’s this girl. My little Rose.

“Hi Guys. Welcome to Fallen Ridge. I'm going to be one of your techs. My name is Rose. If you need anything you can come to me. This,” she says, extending her hands, “is obviously our main area. We will spend a lot of time in here. Um, I gotta say this is a new unit. We may have some trial and error, but I'm here for you. Your therapist, Mr. Rollins, who you will meet here in a bit, is here for you as well. You get out what you put in so… yeah, I can’t wait to meet you all! I'm gonna go around and introduce myself. There is a lot to do in here. I know you don’t have your phones but there are books, magazines,” she doesn’t mention they are all therapy related. I'm gonna shoot myself. I think I would have rather gone to prison, “games, writing. Find what occupies the slow times while you’re here. I'm gonna go around now.”

For some reason, she instantly looks at me. A flicker of anxiety passes over her face, but she quickly swallows it. Literally. She shakes her head and turns away, going to the completely opposite side of the room. That does not escape my notice. Hmm... so she knows who I am. Or what I am rather. Oh, this place just got ten times more fun.

She goes around the room in order, spending a lot of time with each of the guys. Like she is actually trying to get to know them. Like she actually cares. She’s good. I’ll give her that. When I'm on deck she quickly looks away from me and goes to the guy on my right. Saving me for last. Or maybe she plans to avoid me altogether. Oh no. I won’t let her do that. I wait my turn. Laughing that she’s scared to face me. We haven’t even talked little Rose.

Finally, there are no other men for her to avoid me with. Her eyes find mine. I smirk and cock an eyebrow. She sighs, musters her strength and walks over.

“Hi, I'm Rose Bellemore.” She extends her hand. It’s shaking slightly. “You must be Sven.”

“Sven Xander.”

I smile and take her hand. I grip it tight. She gasps slightly, but reigns it in, studying me. She tries to pull away, but I hold on one more second before letting her go.

She opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it quickly, deciding against whatever it was she was gonna say. Oh, but I so wanted to hear Rose.

“What do you hope to gain from this experience?”

She grabs the chair behind her and takes a seat, gracefully crossing one leg over the other as she asks me her rehearsed questions.

“A whole new life Ms. Bellemore.”

I can tell she’s not buying it. It’s the truth though. Just maybe not in the way she’s thinking.

“Can you be more specific?”

It’s amazing I'm finding a girl in scrubs sexy. They’ve got to be the ugliest pieces of clothing in the world.

“What do you gain from being a tech here?”

Her head shoots back like no one’s ever returned her dumb questions. She quickly regains composure, determined to be the one in control here. Oh Rose, you are so out of your league. I could crush her with one hand. Of course, I’d much rather fuck with her mind. It’s much more fun and a highly underused weapon.

“Helping people of course. I like seeing how people blossom when they get out. They come in broken and leave with hope. It’s my favorite thing in the world.”

Damn. She’s not lying. Her eyes lit the fuck up. So maybe she really is a saint. A saint and a sinner. I like it.

“I want to… get back what’s mine,” I say carefully.

She leans back and frowns. I'm just relieved she’s giving me the time she gave the other guys. I really didn’t think she was going to.

“You need to find a better reason than that Sven. Look,” she leans forward, “not everyone is thrilled about coming to treatment or likes how we do things. I get that. I understand, but our methods work. You could get a lot by at least trying. And I don’t mean a lot as in material things, possessions, I mean what is inside you. Here.” She places a hand over her heart and stands. “Just think about it.”

Oh, I’ll get something inside me alright, and it sure as fuck won’t be bullshit therapy lessons. I fucking want this girl. I want to break all her stupid morals and upstanding behavior. I want her sinning, for me. I already had a reason for being here, but now I have two.

This. Girl.

I'm gonna make her life hell, and oh I just can’t wait for it. I'm practically giddy. The next several hours we do nothing, more downtime. I spend the time planning, working shit out in my mind before being dragged off to meet a ton of people; my therapist, psychiatrist, more techs I don’t care about. I don’t care about any of them.

“You can wander around,” the male tech tells us. “Just stay out of the women’s units. You all will have groups together, but we don’t want men walking in on them unexpected.”

I pop up, straighten my watch, white button down and black pants. Let’s see who I can find.

I walk the halls, filled with quotes and sayings that make me want to jab my eyes out.

“Progress not perfection.”

“Good things take time.”

“YOU have the power to say this is not how my story will end.”

I agree with that last one. It’s still annoying as hell plastered on a wall in quote format though.

I pass a door left ajar and peek in. Rose is in there with an older woman who almost looks like her mom, but I know is not.

“How are the men Rose?”

“Good.”

She’s lying. It’s obvious. The older woman narrows her eyes.

“Rose…”

“I mean I just met them!” she quickly defends.

The older woman narrows her gaze. “And Sven?” she says so quietly I almost don’t hear her.

They must have lost track of time, not realizing this is a free hour for us to roam around. I plaster myself against the wall. I know how to spy without getting caught, and in this case, I don’t want to get caught.

“He’s fine. I… I mean, again, I just met him.”

“You sure you’re okay with this Rose?”

Okay, this is about more than me being a criminal. I'm dying of curiosity now. I will find out everything about her before I leave. I know how to break a person ten ways from tomorrow. The fun part, the challenge, is I won’t hurt her body. Not with pain anyway. My heart beats faster and my cock swells. Other than my main goal to become boss, this is the most excited I can remember feeling about a job. A goal.

“Please Kristy. Don’t ask me again. You know I love you, but it offends me. I’ve worked hard to earn my spot as head tech of this unit. I can handle it. This is everything to me. I’ll tell you if I can’t handle it for some reason.”

Oh, no she wouldn’t.

“Okay sweetheart.”

She taps her shoulder. Shit, they are leaving! I quietly scamper off and turn into the hall I know she’ll be walking down. She’ll come to see us guys. I'm sure of it. I hear her footsteps against the tile. She walks so loud. Clearly, she’s not worried about danger. I’ll change that. I'm always ready for attack. Always quiet. Always.

She gasps loudly and flies back when she sees me. “Sven,” she squeals, throwing her hand over her heart, “you scared me.”

Scared or scare Little Rose?

“Sorry Rose.”

“It’s… it’s alright.” She shakes her head several times. “Are… are you excited to start your groups tomorrow?”

This little bitch…

“My favorite is DBT. It’s dialectical behavior therapy. It’s so amazing and a lot of the girls find it super helpful and, wow yeah, CBT is incredible too. You’ll love it. Kristy also teaches a group on grief that is amazing and…”

Oh, my God, this girl isn’t fucking with me. She really cares about this shit that much. I cut her off.

“Why aren’t you a therapist?”

She jerks back. “What?”

“Do you have your degree?”

I lean against the wall and cross my arms over my chest. I see her gaze flicker down to my unbuttoned top button. She quickly looks away. I slow smile spreads across my face.

“Uh, no. I have my associates. How about you Mr. Xander?”

I look her up and down, purposely. She tries to stand tall, stay professional, but I notice her small step back.

“Waste of time.”

“I think it depends on your goals.”

“Maybe…”

“Rose!” the older lady calls.

Rose jumps and turns to her. The older lady looks at her, then me.

“Oh hello, Mr. Xander. I'm Kristy. I'm the head therapist in the woman’s unit and co-owner of the facility here. If you need anything, feel free to ask. Ten minutes left of free time. Just so you know.”

So, this is the hard ass I have to suck up to. Rose is the one I fuck with. Kristy is the one I kiss up too. Noted. Right now it looks like I’ll get to simultaneously fuck with Rose and suck up to Kristy in one. Perfect.

“Nice to meet you Kristy.”

I extend my hand and act as polite as possible. I see Rose furrow her eyebrows. Kristy finishes shaking my hand and looks at Rose.

“You can go. It’s 5:10,” she mumbles, with a hint of warning.

“Oh right,” Rose jumps. “I'm just going to say bye to the rest of the guys. Okay?”

I see Kristy wants to say no, but Rose looks so eager and so fucking cute, she can’t.

“Fine. Five minutes Rose,” she sighs. Rose scatters. When she gets to the end of the hall she turns back.

“See you tomorrow Mr. Xander.” Her tone is so serious I almost want to laugh.

“Sven.”

She nods and runs off. I turn my gaze back to Kristy. Kristy looks me up and down. Oh, she’s protective of Rose. She knows I'm fucking with her, but can’t prove it. And professionally she can’t say anything. I can smell her struggle, taste the words on her tongue.

“Nice to meet you. I better get back.”

“Mr. Xander,” she looks at me, eyes stern, “make the most of your time here.”

Oh, I plan to Kristy. I plan to.