Post by ZACHARY MICHAEL PIERRE on May 3, 2010 20:54:52 GMT
zachary michael pierre
scribbled out the truth with their lies
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[/size][/justify]it was the first time zachary had been let out of the asylum in months, and in true pierre fashion he now found himself handcuffed in the waiting room of the police station. he did love handcuffs, but not in situations like these. it had began as a simple day out, and looked like it was going to end with a night in a police cell and several days in isolation. zachary hadn't been caught fucking, or doing anything illegal/against school rules in weeks, and his therapist had decided he'd earned the right for a day out. his therapist would shit a brick when he found out about zachary's arrest. the thought alone made zac smirk, and he was forced to stifle a laughter. it wouldn't do to aggravate the police man nearby. most residents of northville hated the asylum, and the people contained within it. they believed that the asylum shouldn't be in their town, or at least the inmates shouldn't be allowed out for day trips. the majority ended up getting arrested - just like zachary had. for once in his life it hadn't been entirely his fault .. well, actually, it always was his fault. zachary clinked the handcuffs, ignoring the glare from the policeman currently guarding him. no doubt they'd be contacting the asylum concerning zachary's arrest.
zachary felt a slight stab of pity for his therapist, who'd no doubt burst into tears when he discovered zachary's arrest. but then again, the thought of the therapist becoming upset at zac's misfortune made the nineteen year old smirk in evil delight. zachary had spent thousands of forced therapy sessions listening to how he could overcome his sadistic urges, and fit the need to be sexually close to people all the time. zac had taken to completely ignoring the blabbering man whenever he started ranting, and chose to nod or give a one word answer at the appropiate timings. when he first arrived at the asylum, zac had answered the therapist back with sarcastic and witty comments whenever he had the chance. however, after several therapy sessions where the man became more and more smug with every word that left the boy's mouth. zac had learned quickly to ignore the man's little jabs, determined to make him react so he could jot something new down about zachary's conditions. the therapist seemed determined to 'cure' zachary as if he possessed some awful disease. no matter how much zachary argued, he'd never win. so reluctantly he began attending his sessions, tricking the therapist into believing he was slowly making progress, and just ignoring the chatty old man whenever he started up one of his oh so boring rants.
his day out had started off magnificently. he'd shopped for a bit, grabbed some food and then headed straight to the nearest daytime nightclub. it had taken the sex addict little less than an hour to find a person - a man, actually - who was willing to enter a back alley with zachary for a quick shag. unfortunately that shag had been interrupted by a policeman patrolling the streets. and that had led to zac being arrested for public indecency. he'd been sat in the same waiting room for two hours now, and was almost begging the policeman to let him back to the asylum. that way he could find someone for a quick shag, which he'd been stopped from having in the town. zachary stifled another yawn, and without warning the policeman unlocked the handcuffs, pulled them from his wrists and left the room with a quick warning about staying where he was. finally. he could relax. the whore stretched, letitng his yawn out.
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