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The next day arrives, and once again, Eddie has meat of unknown origin on the plate in front of me.

“Eat up dear, you need to be strong and healthy, in order to grow our family.” He said, smiling at me, waiting for me to take a bite.

I sniff it. I look at the food, and up at him again, “Eddie, I love how you have cooked this for me, but where exactly are you…finding this?”

Eddie puts his elbow on the table and his other hand on his hip, “Well, I know a guy named Frank…”

God he is so hot I think to myself. “Ok that’s enough, I’ll eat it, babe.”

I eat the meat of unknown origin quickly, as that rough fucking last night tired me out as well as literally being trapped in this fucking asylum for days now without proper meals and mealtimes. When will we be able to get out of here? When will someone realize shit happened and come to check this place out? No one has come yet, and there is still living inmates running around, killing, suffering, experiencing delusions, not eating, raping, etc. Eddie has gotten a reputation these past few days for being one to not fuck with (I just did, hehe) he is already known around here as “The Groom” or “The Man Downstairs”. Who knows what this guy would be doing without having someone to keep him in check. Also, who the fuck is Frank? I feel different to who I was before I came here. Obviously, I am “married” now, but besides that. I wonder what is on Eddie’s agenda today. Past few days were preparation for the wedding and the wedding itself and its consummation, but what now? He is somewhat aware of what went down on that day. He still hasn’t explained the “Morphogenic Engine” thing to me. He probably doesn’t want to talk about it, considering they seemingly put tubing into every possible entrance to his body without his consent, just like…the other thing the document mentioned. Yeah, I will not ask. But it makes me think. The patients here went batshit very suddenly it seems. They must have been subjected to experiments; it just isn't plausible that an inmate who has never harmed others before just suddenly goes on rampages? This morphogenic engine might be related to what went down, maybe something in the air? As I continue my stay at Mount Massive, I will continue to find out as much as I can while I avoid death.

I snap out of my trance of thinking, and Eddie is still there, watching me, not even blinking.

He moves closer to me slowly, somewhat seductively, “Darling, I need to keep you safe and intact…it won’t be long…” He put his hands on my abdomen, “won’t be much longer of only eating for one.”

I wonder if I even was fertile last night. I was maybe a day or so off the pill, still a definite chance though, especially with how it seems he emptied a jug-sized load directly against the opening to my womb.

I kissed him. “I…I am sure I can make you babies soon…”

“Darling, I yearn for them so badly, I want to be the father I never had…I know your precious womb will provide.”

I blush. He could say anything, and I still would find his way of speech sexy.

Oh shit, the pills remind me. If I get pregnant for real, it is best to not smoke my weed…damn. I should smoke it all before I end up impregnated. I wonder what Eddie would think of me smoking up…I might have to hide it from him…

It cannot be more than 9 months before rescue shows up to this hellhole. I’d be able to have the child in a real hospital. And when they do come, I am not letting them take Eddie from me. I will have to figure out how to make him pass as a “normal” guy who just happened to be trapped here.

I grabbed onto his sleeve gently, “Are we ever going to get out of here? Is anyone coming to rescue us at all?”

He kneels on one knee to be closer in height, as I am sitting in a chair. “After all the chaos that has happened here, someone is going to notice…”

“Eddie, if I get pregnant, I surely can’t have it in this building.”

“I know, dear…Someone will come for us by then…and I won’t allow them to take me. The therapy fixed me…I shouldn’t be here.”

I think of how he brutally murdered a guy yesterday for charging at me…not so sure on his “fixed” idea, but I love him anyway. I definitely am not so far from him, as I settled and fucked him within days of even knowing him at all, and staying even after seeing the crimes he has committed. But I don’t care. This is all I have going in my life that I can feel for. I am sure it is the same way that he feels with me. My purpose now is to be with him, and his purpose is to be with me.

The day passes by again, I rested and ate dinner (again with the meat of unknown origin) and chilled in our bed, and Eddie was out and about the asylum for a while today, making sure our territory hasn't been breached. While he was out earlier, I washed my clothes to the best of my ability with what the old sinks had to offer. Cleaned up my pants and tank top, and I have kind of ignored cleaning the panties or even wearing them, because it will be easy for him to mount me whenever he pleases, panties are just one more thing in the way…oh, and I stopped wearing a bra, that is also just one more obstacle for him. I am medium sized, so it doesn’t hurt to not wear one, if anything it’s freeing. Even when we fucked liked animals, I didn’t see his bare body, only his cock and some skin around it, which god, I must stop thinking about, it is making me crazy, but I just can’t get the memory out of my head. I can’t wait to see what hides underneath… There is more breeding to come, probably tonight, Eddie has shown me he is relentless on getting his seed in me, no matter what it takes. I wonder what he was like prior to this. I wish I knew. I want to know everything about him, about every inch of him and every crevice. I feel myself diving deeper and deeper into something I cannot quite describe inside of my mind.

Later that night, Eddie got back from trying to seal off the building from more inmates, so they won’t break in again.

And to a great surprise, Eddie brought me back some snacks he found in a vending machine, and he was going to shower and freshen up his suit. Thankfully, he had come across even better expensive soaps that were locked in something meant for a high ranking Murkoff employee. I ate some snacks while waiting for him to finish his shower. Perfect time to smoke up… I wonder if Eddie even knows what weed smells like… I grabbed my purse, which is next to the mattress on the dusty concrete floor. I scour through it with my hand until I feel my pen. I take a big hit, sitting there watching the smoke rise to the ceiling, the room is so quiet and empty without Eddie here.