David Larson (The Psychopath)

Chapter 5

The echo of the noon siren died down, leaving an even more suffocating silence inside the interrogation room. Dianna stood frozen, her face still inches away from David’s, her breath mingling with his. The physical proximity was dizzying. Even with the magnetic collar humming aggressively around his neck—warning him against any sudden movements—the sheer kinetic energy vibrating off his body felt like a physical weight pressing down on her chest.

Slowly, deliberately, Dianna stepped back. She smoothed down her lab coat, her fingers brushing against the button that hid the mark on her neck.

"The session is officially over, David," she said, her voice dropping back into its clinical cadence, though the underlying breathlessness betrayed her completely. "We will resume tomorrow. Let's see if your bravado holds up after another twenty-four hours in isolation."

David didn't answer with words. He merely leaned back against the headrest, a slow, deeply unsettling smile spreading across his face. His hazel eyes tracked her every movement as she picked up her digital recorder, unlocked the heavy titanium door, and walked out without looking back.

By midnight, the asylum was completely quiet. Rain began to lash against the reinforced, bulletproof glass of Dianna’s third-floor office, creating a chaotic rhythm that matched the storm inside her head. She hadn't gone home. She couldn't. Every time she looked at the paperwork on her desk, the clinical terms—psychopathy, manipulation, fixation—felt like an entirely foreign language.

She wasn't studying the monster anymore. She was letting him rewrite her.

Dianna walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking down at the dark, heavily guarded courtyard of Ward 4. The red emergency lights from the previous night had been replaced by harsh floodlights, casting long, eerie shadows across the concrete.

"Hindi ka ba napapagod mag-isip sa akin, Dianna?"

Dianna gasped, her heart leaping into her throat as she whirled around.

The shadow near her bookshelves shifted. From the darkness, David stepped into the faint glow of her desk lamp. He wasn't wearing his orange jumpsuit anymore. He had somehow gotten hold of a black tactical uniform—likely stripped from one of the night shift guards. There were no chains, no magnetic collars, and no iron cuffs. He was completely, beautifully free.

"Paano... paano ka nakalabas?" bulong ni Dianna, her back slamming against the cold glass of the window. Her hands instinctively reached behind her, gripping the ledge. "The vents were welded shut. There are guards at every checkpoint!"

David let out a low, velvety chuckle, stepping closer until he was standing right in front of her, trapping her between his massive frame and the rain-slicked glass.

"Sabi ko sa'yo, hindi mo kilala ang lason na piang-aaralan mo," David murmured, his hazel eyes darkening as he reached out, his long fingers gently trailing down her cheek, wiping away a stray strand of hair. "The guards are easy to buy, Dianna. But the system? The system is easy to break when you're the one who designed the flaw from the very beginning. I didn't escape, sweetheart. I just walked out."

Dianna’s breathing turned ragged. She could feel the intense, overwhelming heat of his body radiating through his dark clothes, invading her space, driving her academic sanity straight to the edge of ruin.

"You're going to get caught, David," she choked out, her hands coming up to press against his solid chest, but her grip lacked any conviction. Her fingers wrapped around the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. "They will lock you in the abyss. Gagawin ka nilang bangkay sa ilalim ng facility ng Asylum."

"Let them try," David growled, his voice dropping into a raspy, dominant purr that made her core tighten instantly. "But tonight, I don't care about the asylum. I don't care about the world outside. I only care about the fact that you looked into my eyes today and told me you wanted to see how far my madness goes."

Before she could form a coherent thought, David’s hand locked around her waist, lifting her effortlessly until she was sitting on the wide ledge of the window.

Dianna gasped as his other hand moved with lightning speed, gripping her jaw firmly, forcing her head back against the glass. He leaned down, his mouth slamming onto hers with a devastating, ravenous hunger that completely shattered the final remnants of her professional integrity.

It was a bruising, possessive claim. His tongue swept over hers, demanding every ounce of her compliance, tasting the fear and the desperate, forbidden passion she had been hiding all day. Dianna let out a sharp moan against his lips, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him flush against her center. She could feel his rigid length hardening against her through her skirt, a dangerous promise of total consumption.

"You are mine," David growled against her swollen lips, his hand sliding down to tear open the front of her lab coat, his fingers roughly finding the bare skin of her collarbone, digging into her flesh just hard enough to make her gasp. "Sabihin mo sa akin, Dianna... sinong doktor ang sumusuko sa pasyente niya ng ganito?"

"Ah.. Ako.. Ako lang, David," she whimpered, her hands flying to his hair, pulling his face back down to hers. The sensation of his teeth grazing her neck, right over the hidden bruise, sent a volatile wave of heat through her veins. "Sira ka... you broke me."

They moved together like a storm in the dark room, the lashing rain outside a mirror to the chaotic rhythm of their bodies. Every touch was an act of psychological warfare, a beautiful, terrifying dance where neither wanted to be saved. He claimed her mouth over and over until she was completely breathless, clinging to his shoulders as if he were the only solid thing left in her unraveling world.

When David finally pulled back hours later, the storm outside had settled into a dull drizzle. The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the city lights reflecting off the wet glass.

He was standing by the door, completely composed, his hazel eyes locking onto her disheveled form on the desk ledge. Her lab coat was ruined, her hair undone, her lips flushed and bruised from his possession.

"The guards will notice my absence in exactly ten minutes," David noted calmly, a dark, victorious glint in his eyes. "I’ll be back in my cell before they even realize the locks were compromised."

Dianna slowly slid off the ledge, her knees trembling slightly as she tried to stand. She looked at him, her clinical mind completely burned to ashes, leaving only the raw, twisted devotion of a woman who had fallen in love with her own executioner.

"Bakit ka bumalik sa selda kung kaya mo namang tumakas ng tuluyan?" tanong niya, ang kanyang boses ay paos ngunit puno ng nagngangalit na pag-aasam.

David smiled—a beautiful, terrifying expression that sealed her fate forever."Because my favorite toy is still inside this facility, Dianna. At hindi ako aalis hangga't hindi kita tuluyang dinadala sa kadiliman kasama ko. See you tomorrow, Doktora."