Of course he wasn't going to be swayed. The fact that she was trying to convince him that he had no reason to take her anywhere only made him want her more. So yes, he continued to walk, and no, it wasn't toward the garden where this path would lead them. Instead it was to one of the buildings that had been discarded, that was no longer in use. Cecilia had been there before, many times, as had many other girls in this hospital, and she already knew what he had for store for her there. Or not. Sometimes he liked to shake things up a bit.
The path to the building was overgrown and unused. They would not be spotted along the way. Soon the decrepit building would come into view, he could practically feel the girl's pulse quickening behind him, and he would push open the door so that she could go inside, a quick glance ensuring that the coast was clear before he dipped in behind her. They would traverse a hallway and eventually come to another door behind which she already knew what was there.
"So, Buttercup..." He gestured toward the mattress in the center of the room. "Make yourself at home." He then crossed over to a cupboard where he retrieved a bottle of clear liquid, Vodka, and then poured himself a glass.