Asylum

by Lily White

  Bobby smiled seductively. Daniel and Eric just smirked on either side of him, delighting in whatever it was they had planned.

  “We…” He motioned between them. “…are going to give you the best night of your life.”

  Swallowing hard, I quietly pointed out, “The night’s been great already. You three should put your clothes back on and stop playing around.”

  Bobby smiled again, but this time it held a hint of malevolence that made my body shudder with fear. “I don’t think so. The night’s been good, sure. But it’s just like any other night that my friends get together. We want this night to be better.”

  Inching away from the wall, I didn’t think I’d be able to outrun them. I was too drunk to make any attempt at escaping and even the small bit I’d moved was enough to get them moving towards me. Once I was positioned in front of the hallway, I stepped back for each step they took forward. Tears welled in my eyes, finally breaking free to run down my cheek when Bobby caught up to me.

  Pleadingly, I looked up into his face, “Please, I don’t want to do anything with them.”

  He shushed me, placing his finger over my lips until I was quiet and then forcing the tip inside my mouth. “You’re not going to do anything to them.” His other hand brushed up the side of my body to latch over my breast. Massaging the tip with his thumb, he whispered, “But they are going to do things to you.”

  Pulling the tip of his finger from between my lips, he locked his hand over my mouth, preventing me from screaming or yelling. I kicked at his legs out of instinct, but my movement was slowed and made pathetic by the amount of alcohol I had in my system. Within seconds, he pushed me back through the hall and into his bedroom. I stumbled back into the room, retreating as far as I could while watching them step inside and shut the door behind them.

  The room started to spin and I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or my own fear that had me swaying where I stood. Bobby laughed.

  “Feeling a little tipsy, Alex?” He stepped forward, but thankfully, Daniel and Eric remained by the door. “Don’t worry babe. You have a shitty memory. Anything that happens here tonight stays here. You won’t remember it and we added a little something to your last drink to make sure of it.”

  The room spun faster and I lost my balance. Bobby caught me before I hit the ground, but used my inertia to toss me across the small space and onto his bed. My face was pressed into the mattress before I had a chance to say no and I felt my skirt fly up and my panties pulled down to my ankles. I tried to twist around enough to get him to release me, but he reacted by pulling my arms behind my back and holding them together with one hand.

  With his other, he started teasing between my legs. “Oh, fuck girl. You must like this. You’re already wet.”

  I did like it, with Bobby. I always liked it…just not when there was an audience. That thought had me tightening up over his finger, but not for the reasons he thought.

  “Oh, hell yeah, baby, you are into this.”

  Time moved funny. As I fell deeper into a rabbit hole filled with alcohol, whatever they slipped into my drink and the surge of emotions that came with what was being done, words became fuzzy and time jerked from one minute to another without my having the ability to comprehend what was happening. My body knew what was happening and it responded to Bobby as it always responded. Between one second and another, he was pulling my clothes away from my skin and he was buried inside me.

  His cock moved inside me with all the force an intoxicated man could put behind it. His hips moved in a sloppy rotation while his buddies chortled in the background, most likely stroking their own dicks as they watched him take what he wanted.

  I should have been screaming, fighting for my release with every bit of strength I had in me. However, I was too far gone to care. My head swam with confusion so thick that it took all of my concentration just to keep myself awake and aware of where I was. My body was a different story: it was filled with the burning lust I couldn’t help feeling when it came to Bobby. I was too drunk to climax, too scared to let myself go to a point where an orgasm would rush through me like an avalanche of pleasure, but I still enjoyed the feeling of him inside me.

  That enjoyment didn’t last long, however. Between one minute and another, between one breath and the next, he was no longer behind me and another cock was being forced inside. Hands gripped my hips with a need to dominate and use me. My body was pushed back and forth by the force of his strokes. Eventually those hands came up between my chest and the mattress to find my tits and squeeze them to a point of pain. I didn’t like this, didn’t like the agony that came with this person’s touch.

  I could hear laughter and hands clapping, hoots and hollers as if an audience were cheering on an athlete on his way to score the winning goal. When that player was done, the third one stepped up. Somehow, I was able to remember what was being done, was able to think clearly enough to attempt to fight back.

  It didn’t work.

  As soon as I flipped over to attempt to keep Eric from doing the same thing as Bobby and Daniel, I felt two sets of arms hold me down on the bed and another set of hands spread my legs to give Eric access. I screamed this time, opening my eyes to see Bobby and Daniel looking down at me, laughing and urging Eric to keep going.

  Just when I thought the abuse couldn’t be any worse, just when I thought that once they all were finished finding their release they would let me go, I found out I’d been horribly wrong to make that assumption.

  Flipped over again, I felt my hands being bound above my head and tied to something heavy. My ass was exposed to the room and Bobby stepped up behind me to grab my hips.

  “Dude, I don’t think we should do that,” Daniel objected.

  “Shut up, fucker! She won’t remember shit and if she asks about it, I’ll just tell her she wanted it.” Laughing out his response, Bobby tested my ‘willingness’ by thrusting his thumb inside my ass. I jumped at the sensation and moved around as much as I could to try and escape him. However, with my hands bound, there was nowhere for me to go.

  Time slowed down in that moment, my fear escalating to a point where I held my breath for too long and my body threatened to pass out from the surge of chemicals and hormones fighting their way through my veins. Spurts of moments sped past, and from one to the next I couldn’t tell you what happened, not until HE showed up.

  Only fragments existed where there should have been a plain and concise series of events. Bobby was gone, Eric and Daniel screaming and yelling, the door slamming open and the sounds of feet falling quickly and heavily throughout the house. My hands slipped free of the tethers and I was able to roll over and sit up in order to curl myself into a ball on top of the mattress.

  The shaking wouldn’t stop, my muscles begging for relief, but unable to escape the caustic fear that crippled me.

  And then my face was in his hands – the hooded man, the man who I couldn’t see, but recognized as the same one from the park. He looked me over, pulling my eyelids up to check for something, I wasn’t sure what. Satisfied with what he found, he pushed down on my shoulders and stroked my hair away from my face as my head hit the pillow.

  “Are you hurt?”

  His words jumbled together, but I was able to understand them enough to answer by shaking my head. I wasn’t afraid of him even though I should have been. I wasn’t lucid enough to understand that a stranger stood above me – one I couldn’t identify or name if I was asked. Somehow, his presence soothed me and I didn’t want to close my eyes and lose him when he brushed his hand down my face.

  By the time I woke up the following morning, he was gone and was replaced by the faces of two uniformed police officers.

  “Wake up, Alex. I know what happens from here.”

  There it was: the deep thundering voice, smooth and seductive with a hint of Southern charm. The images around me vanished and I opened my eyes yet again to see another face entirely staring down into mine.

  Chapter Fourteen
r />   “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”

  ― Friedrich Nietzsche

  “I don’t give a fuck!! Give me my fucking drugs, bitch!”

  Stepping into the rec room, I noticed instantly that almost all the patients who weren’t drugged to a point of drooling were gathered in the back corner of the room. Every one of them stood motionless and silent as they watched Lesley scream at Nurse Lisa from across the space.

  “Lesley,” Lisa’s voice carried the frayed edge of a warning. “You’ve received all the meds you were prescribed to take…”

  “That’s bullshit! Someone took my fucking pain pills and I want them back! Since you won’t believe what those assholes did to me, you can at least give me my fucking meds to numb out the pain!”

  She lunged forward, but Michelle caught her around the waist, struggling hard to calm her twin. The fight turned more violent as Michelle held on and I watched Lisa reach down covertly to press a panic button on the desk. Knowing that Joe and Emerson would now rush through the double doors, I stepped away from the entrance and practically ran in order to place distance between the front of the room and myself.

  “Calm down, Lesley!” Lisa shouted, but her words fell on deaf ears.

  Slamming back with her elbow, Lesley caught Michelle in the gut and freed herself of her twin’s restraint.

  “Calm down? You want me to fucking calm down? You allow those piece of shit, dickless assholes to abuse us every fucking night and you want ME to calm down? Fuck them! Fuck this place! Fuck every single fucking person here who hasn’t done something about the forced whores we’re being turned into!”

  The front doors slammed open and I turned to watch as Emerson and Joe ran through. They were armed with the typical weapons of this place: a straight jacket and syringes full of the drug that would put Lesley on her knees if she didn’t quiet down. Their expressions frightened me. Instead of concern for a rampant patient, they smiled and excitement beamed out from them despite the chaos in the room.

  Approaching Lesley quickly, they didn’t hesitate to lunge forward even though Michelle had come around to block access to her twin. Stepping forward, I wanted to intervene, to help in some way, but I stood as a helpless witness to the riot that was slowly breaking out.

  Within seconds, all the patients in the room were screaming or dancing around, stimulated by the negative and violent energy in the air. Even the patients who were earlier drooling where they sat had roused enough to raise their heads and open their eyes to the activity in the room.

  Michelle screamed, drawing my attention back to the group. I watched as Joe and Emerson tried to force their way past her to get to Lesley. Each of the women behind them pushed Lesley away from the male nurses, jumping in the way to block access and using their own bodies as shields.

  “What are you going to do, Joe?” Sally screamed as she lunged forward, grabbing at his extended arm. “You can’t shock us all!”

  Shaking my head, I silently begged the women to stop. They believed they had the strength to stop the nurses, that by sheer number alone they could overpower Joe and Emerson, but I knew – somehow I just knew – that this would end badly for every person who didn’t submit.

  Despite my best judgment, I rushed forward into the fray. A wall of angry patients, lunging forward towards Emerson and Joe each time they dared to approach the group, protected Lesley. With feral expressions that denoted the uneven ground upon which these women stood mentally, I couldn’t help but wonder if the staff here weren’t as crazy as the rest of us in their attempts to take on a losing battle.

  “Leave her alone!” Michelle screamed, her words torn apart by the sheer volume of her cries.

  Within minutes the group of women were surrounded by staff that, although refusing to let the group move forward, were also refusing to approach. Jumping in between the two groups, I held up my hands out in surrender.

  “Ladies, please, this is going to end badly for everyone, please calm down.”

  I couldn’t shout loud enough to be heard by all the patients involved, but the five who stood in front of the group heard me and settled back. In turn, they attempted to calm the patients that stood behind them and those people calmed the ones in the back of the crowd. Once their angry voices were silent, I focused on the staff and wondered if there was any way I could get them to walk away.

  Lisa must have called more staff into the room. We were completely surrounded, each staff member brandishing restraints, jackets and needles, ready to take on and take out whoever dared approach. I searched their faces looking for one or two friendly people who I could reason with, but neither Terrie nor Jeremy were in sight.

  “Ladies, we don’t want anybody to get hurt…” Nurse Lisa spoke calmly in an attempt not to provoke the group of lunatics who were about to rush forward. “Give us Lesley and we’ll leave the rest of you to whatever it was you were doing before this misunderstanding occurred.”

  I flinched at the foolishness of her request. There was no way these patients were going to give up Lesley, especially not Michelle.

  Joe and Emerson stepped forward when nobody responded to what Lisa had said and the disgruntled murmurs behind me began again. Despite my own fear, I moved towards the two men.

  Before I could say a word in protest, one of the large double doors to the rec room opened and Jeremy walked through. My relief must have been palpable.

  Causally strolling towards the two groups of people, he took a spot next to where I stood and directed his attention towards the staff. “Are you all finished here?”

  Joe was the first to object. “Dr. Hutchins, we need to pull Lesley away from the other patients, she’s having a break with…”

  “If I were you, I would return to whatever stations you’ve been assigned to today. I’d hate to have to discipline any person who doesn’t immediately do as I’ve instructed.” It was the first time I’d ever heard cold anger in Jeremy’s voice and after hearing the veiled threat behind his words, I hoped it would be the last.

  Slowly at first, the staff backed up, eventually splitting apart to return to whatever duties they’d been assigned for the day. Once Jeremy was satisfied that the skirmish was over, he turned to me to ask, “Are you hurt?”

  I had barely enough time to turn towards him before my body weakened, my mind grew dark and I felt a tunnel creep up on me, covering me completely before the darkness consumed me whole.

  . . .

  “Ms. Sutton?”

  Sitting up on the bed, I recognized the soft mattress beneath me and realized that I was back in the therapy room, back in the specific space that had been designed to resemble something I’d seen in a photograph.

  “What the fuck?” I’d spoken out loud and turned to see Jeremy’s confused expression.

  “Are you okay?” Reaching forward, he checked my pulse before using his other hand to pull a pen light from his pocket. Checking my eyes, he appeared pleased with what he found and quickly stuffed the light back into the pocket of his white jacket.

  “How am I here?”

  “I’m sorry?” The concerned look on his face didn’t ease my confusion.

  Looking around the room, I took in all the normal features I remembered before falling into whatever dream he’d led me into. “I was just in the rec room. The women were fighting the staff…”

  “Alex…”

  His voice pulled me back to him and I blinked rapidly when his image distorted for a brief second before shifting back into one solid person.

  “Where do you think you just were?”

  Shaking away what felt like cobwebs in my head, I was instantly nervous to respond. One glance at Jeremy and I knew that he wouldn’t let me blow off the question he’d asked.

  “I was in the rec room. Lesley was screaming about her meds…and Joe.”

  Jeremy’s expression shifted from mild concern to worry. “I’ve just pulled you out of your memory of Bobby Arr
ington. You haven’t left this room.”

  “Bobby who?” The name was familiar and I didn’t immediately remember where I’d heard it before. “Oh. The guy in the picture.”

  His eyebrow lifted above the rim of his glasses. “You don’t remember anything about Bobby, do you?” His voice was cryptic, somehow lacking any emotion, while at the same time denoting an air of disbelief and unease.

  The frustration lit a fire inside me. I couldn’t understand anything. I’d just been in the rec room. I know I had. Yet I was being told I’d never moved from this bed.

  “What did I remember? What did I say to you?”

  He didn’t answer immediately and my fist closed around one of the pillows. “What the hell is going on?” Throwing the pillow at the same time I screamed out my question, I attempted to launch myself from the bed. I didn’t want to lie there anymore, didn’t want to remain still while being told that everything I thought I knew and didn’t know were wrong.

  “Don’t stand up yet…”

  It was too late and his warning fell on deaf ears. As soon as my feet touched the ground, my body fell in a heap onto the carpet. Pain shot through my hips and my teeth felt like they fractured when my jaw slammed against the floor. Jeremy rounded the bed, kneeling down in front of me to check my head for injuries.

  After several silent seconds, he finally asked, “Are you hurt?”

  Those words…those fucking words kept repeating in my head and images flashed back. Scrambled and blurred, they were disjointed and escaped my grasp. I breathed out slowly, turning onto my back. As soon as I saw his face, I remembered.

  “The guy in the hood. He’d asked me if I was okay, if I was hurt.”

  “Yes.” Pulling me up from the floor, he balanced me until I was seated in front of him. “What else do you remember?”

  I thought back. It was like swimming in thick mud, my hands reaching out to grasp at memories just out of reach. Only pictures flashed, but they moved so quickly I had to struggle to understand what they meant.