Massacre State Asylum

Someone’s in looooooove, Someone’s in loooooooove.
I was beginning to wonder if MacNair was just going to crawl over and kiss Celestine’s shoes. The woman has the subtlety of a brick.
No, no, don’t be mean. You just see things others don’t. With the help of Janey, of course.
Specialness.
Yes, my love, very special. Now, if you are going to be a little girl, could you go play with the others?
I’ll stop. I’m still special though.
The most special of us all. Both the woman and the girl. Both special.
Love you, Uli. Love you, Tessa
Yes, Janey.
Tell her.
Love you, Janey.


Tessa smiled as Shannon’s words confirmed what the doctor was already certain of: They were of one mind when it came to the Asylum. Tessa, too, watched the group dispersing, and couldn’t help but chuckle out loud as Celestine and Trista went off together, ostensibly for some work related issue.

Do it. Bring her in. She’ll be good for us, useful. I promise.
You promise things but for reasons I’m not always certain are the same as my own motives.
Like you care. You need a second pair of hands. Nursey-poo can provide them. Fuck me, she WANTS to provide them, is practically begging for it. What do you care WHY I’m right, WHY I’m telling you, just that I AM right?
Because you delight in leaving me in awkward situations.
Everyone needs a hobby. And you need some awkwardness. If you want to let me drive more often, I’ll consider cleaning up my messes myself.
Bring it up at the next meeting.
Messes. Messes. Messes.

“Did you ever smoke, Nurse Stewart? Smoke is an interesting, complicated thing. Its chaotic, as in chaos theory. It can’t be predicted, just observed and marveled at. Strange that something to common, almost banal is so completely unknowable. I used to go through cigarette after cigarette just watching the smoke and playing in it with my fingertips.”

Janey!
I drive when I want. Don’t ever forget.
Love you, Janey.

Tessa refocused as she returned into herself, the shifting to Janey a momentary, almost passing thing.
“Nurse Ste...Shannon, come with me. I think there are a few things we should discuss in my office.”

Good girl.

Tessa felt the urge to take the other woman’s hand, but resisted. As always, she walked the hall in perfect cadence, with her head high and back straight. She could feel Shannon behind her, maybe a little too close, but a tickling in her mind made her enjoy the invasion of her personal space. The clicking of heels, and the almost silent whisper of Shannon’s steps set Tessa to humming, improvising a tune around the rhythms and contrasting sounds.

The tune adapted itself as they headed up the stairs, becoming slightly slower to match the change in their pace. At the top of the stairs, Tessa finally noticed that she’d been humming the entire walk, but couldn’t bring herself to simply end the song, but she did fade it away as they entered her office. She made a mental note to keep an eye out for how much Uli might be rubbing off on her. Or Janey, for that matter.

Pausing for a moment at her desk, Tessa pondered how to proceed. Shannon was, without doubt, about to be promoted. The others were simply not going to allow for any other outcome, and Tessa herself agreed that an ally, a woman who saw what she herself saw, that would be invaluable. It was just a question of whether or not to make the other woman commit before revealing the secrets of the place. Knowing that the Coven would berate her if she didn’t, and that they’d been rowdy enough today, Tessa chose to rip off the band-aid.

“Shannon, I’m about to show you the...not the brain...but the mind of this place, my place.”

This time, Tessa did take the nurse’s hand. This was not work, not business.

This was an intimacy.

She opened the door and guided them inside.

“This, this is the Panopticon,” Tessa said, quietly, reverently.

She spent hours here every day, but it was still magic to her, her temple. Her Coven’s true home.

The screens cycled smoothly, fading in and out of the different cameras, views rearranging themselves. Puzzle pieces revealing the full picture.

Still, she couldn’t help but notice the way the glow and colors played off
Shannon’s flawless skin, and she let the other woman bask in it all, knew exactly what she was thinking.

Finally, Tessa saw what she had been hoping to find. With a brush of her fingers across a control surface, the central screen switched to the appropriate view.

“Here, Celestine and the good Doctor. Two of our problems possibly forming an alliance.”

With another brush of fingertips, the video scanned backwards, and audio turned up.

Dinner, and a very forward invitation were played out for the two women, standing quietly in the electronic light.

“I had considered making this merging impossible. Or, at least, difficult enough that one of them would eventually give up. It isn’t like MacNair to keep herself off of, well, anything that moves. And Ms. Myers, well, I don’t think she’d take kindly to MacNair’s romps while the pursuit was on. That drama would certainly have been interesting to watch unfold, but ultimately not as useful as I’d like. When you decide who two people will come together, you can set the rules, pull the strings as it were.”

She knew Shannon would understand, and let that sink in for a long moment.

The nurse was practically hyperventilating with delight at all the images, the video and secrets. Tessa moved up behind her, very, very close, and whispered dripping words.

“Don’t you agree, Shannon?”

Trista was surprised for only a moment, when Celestine let her wrists go, she felt the tingle of her touch slide up her nerves, and she bit her lower lip watching the other woman glide away. Those hips... under her hands... those kissable lips... Dr. MacNair fought the urge to shake herself, though she squeezed her thighs together as she turned and let Mayumi into her office. Then, something caught Trista's eye as she looked over the girl's head.

Dr. Massacre and Shannon heading into Massacre's office. Trista wanted to bang her head against the wall. It was starting all over again. Tessa was wooing another little tart of a nurse, bringing her into her "inner circle"- More like the ninth circle of hell- Anyway, Massacre would bring this nurse in, treat her to all her electronic delights, and sell MacNair as the traitor to "their cause". If MacNair didn't make six figures here, and control the fiduciary claims of the hospital, she would have Massacre locked up, lose the key and quit. Fucking insane bitch. Trista was pissed. She hated this part of her job because it meant pandering to Massacre, allaying her deep seated phobias and neutralizing the nurse. In the last case, the Nurse Blair had been transferred to another facility, in Albania. Tris hated Massacre's games. But at least she had Celestine and the girls to distract her.

She sighed as she entered the office,

"Mayumi, welcome to Massacre" Trista gestured to the chairs in her office indicating that the girl should sit. Rather than sit behind her desk she sat next to the girl, setting the case files on the desk near them. The girl said nothing.

"Well, then I don't expect you to say much. Your file indicates that you haven't spoken since an outburst at the house a couple of days ago. Which is fine. Just listen and relay to your sister what I say here. Mayumi.." Trista trailed off, silently pondering how much she should divulge. She was well aware of how the women had been trained and from where they hailed. It wasn't as if she herself didn't have access to money and the proclivities of rich men with guilty consciences. She had no doubt the girls would admit to nothing.

She switched tactics, her voice becoming low and dangerous, "Mayumi, I am going to raise your anti-anxieties, and I am going to give you 12 hours to eat something. If your worthless ass doesn't eat by then, you are getting a tube feeding and I will begin the process for a G-tube insertion."

She stood and walked over to the door, "Get out." Opening the door, her tone and demeanor changed entirely, "Thank you Mayumi, have a great day darling girl. I hope you get all settled in and enjoy your stay here." Briefly wondering if Mayumi would even note the tone and words that she had chosen. She smiled winningly at Mayumi who practically raced out of her office.

Trista caught Stella's eye as she clomped past the door, and chuckled to herself. The girl was a fircracker, and Trista wanted to see her break. A strong desire to start a fire in the defunct fireplace in the rec room was almost overwhelming for Trista, just to watch the joy and fear mingle on Stella's face. It would almost be worth it. For a second Trista let an image play over her, a candle, some wax, Stella's creamy skin and soft sighs. Winking at Stella she closed her door, leaning against it for a moment of peace.

It wasn't long lived, she could hear the inmates stirring behind her door.

She headed to the med office, noting a change to Mayumi's meds, scheduled a tube feeding and placed an order for the g-tube. She wasn't playing games, plus if the organization was going to threaten Trista's job about these two girls, then Trista wasn't going to play with their health. She hadn't yet decided if she help them or do what the organization wanted her to do with them. Trista also noted a change to Jackie's meds she had noticed that the girl was slipping between her friend's again, and made a note to herself to make sure that she did a one on one soon.

It was bloody never ending, this job.

Trista prepared a note to Celestine. Walking through the administration office, as if on another planet, she fingered the paper in her hand.

I look forward to seeing you on Friday. I shall bring some champagne. Please let me know if there is anything else you wish.

The note was placed in Celestine's office mailbox, and Trista walked down the hall noting the demeanor of each of her girls as she ran mentally through her wardrobe. The black wrap dress, yes, that will work...

Celestine~

Reports, reports...never ending paper work that left her a bit restless, a bit off centered, a bit ragged and edgy. The newest codes for the medicine closets, entrance and exit bays, fire doors, and a master lock code for all patients rooms. Set by computer, ran by remote and then printed out~page after page~numbers enough to make Massacre's head spin.

Celestine hated this part of her job. Hated the need to track, to check and double check, to sit at her desk and TYPE. Made her unhappy, made her unable to think straight. She despised all of this sitting down and allowing the reality of her job to intrude on what she wanted this job to BE~freedom from the cold world where being boi-ish and shapely were an awful mixture. Her bottom lip poked out as she finished collecting the last bit of paper work and slid it into a manilla envelope. Grabbing a black marker, she printed FOR DOCTOR MASSACRE on the front and placed it into her out box.

Then a fresh report, this one not nearly as long, for Dr. MacNair. The gist was simple and to the point~inspection 2 days hence at 9 am with State Inspector John Grady. Would be checking codes, certifications and sitting in on a group as well as random checks of various patient and work related offices and spaces. MacNair should make herself available for the tour. Celestine signed off on it before adding a post script, one that Grady had requested. Dr. Massacre needed to make herself available, as well.

Celestine grinned a bit at that, the good Doctor trapped with one of her many exes and her boss...for hours. She signed off on that report with the appropriate flourishes and printed the whole she-bang out before jumping up to make another copy for Massacre. Wouldn't work if Massacre was unaware of her play date and time.

Finally, she took all three reports and slipped out into the hall. Turning left, she strode toward Administration. Obviously, she could place MacNair's reports in her office mailbox. The Doc was very good about checking her mail a few times a day and would certainly get it. She saw a slip of paper in her own mailbox and picked it up...ah an answer to her own request. Very good.

Tucking that note into her pocket, she turned left and headed for Dr. Massacre's offices. It would be nice if she were no where to be found, but Celestine knew better. Tessa had her own games that she enjoyed playing with everyone, including herself. Since the nurse..."Stewart, fuck ,that's her name...Stewart..." was working on becoming Massacre's newest little lackey~they would be in Massacre's special place...a room that Celestine had never been inside of. The idea that there was a place that a woman in charge of keeping things orderly could not go, nor wanted to go...was...frightening. But it was reality in this place and had been since Tessa awakened and began her task of taking over.

Finally, at the end of a long, quiet corridor, Celestine entered the main room of Massacre's office space. With no thought, other than to escape as quickly as possible, the Warden placed both the envelope and the more personal note on Tessa's desk and moved away, her eyes darting from place to place quickly. This set of rooms gave her the willies. It had since the day she started here...it probably always would. Shaking her head at the nonsensical thought, Celestine turned and strode away. A few minutes later she was back in Administration, using the PA system.

"ATTENTION PLEASE. I require all key carrying orderlies in meeting room three. I REPEAT. All key carrying orderlies are needed in meeting room three. Thank you."

Celestine gave a small grin as her deep alto bounced all over the buildings. She had to get those orderlies the newest codes for their sections and then, maybe, she could see about getting ready to go home to her cold apartment and get some dinner. A slight frown as she remembered her girl throwing a fit. She hoped the dumb bitch had suited actions to words and left. She didn't want to fuck her, not tonight. Still thinking these disquieting thoughts, she allowed her feet to lead her into the bowels of the building. Company or no, didn't matter. There was a job to do and Celestine was VERY good at keeping shit straight.

Eva left Mayumi swiftly when group ended, she gave not one backward glance to anyone as she made purposeful strides towards her room. Mayumi needed to be trusted, needed to stand on her own two shaky feet and Eva was going to ensure she had the chance to do it. At La Trinacria, they’d have thrown Mayumi to the sharks time and again to test her and Eva hoped that their conditioning stuck; it would not be worth the worst they’d suffer back at the organisation’s academy. Death would be a reward in comparison to what they would suffer at La Trinacria’s hands if Eva and Mayumi ever told their life stories.

The moment Eva shut their bedroom door however, she broke into tears and sunk to the floor in a slump, bringing her knees up to hug them as she cried into the second hand sun dress she’d been given at the police station. Her own clothes having been deemed inappropriate for everyday wear.

Eva slammed her back hard into the door several times in anger and a mere need to feel some semblance of real pain, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Eva pulled back her dress to reveal one pale thigh with a long cut down it, evidence (as the police called it) of Scott’s brutality. Eva smirked, the cut had scabbed over but she still remembered when and how she’d received it a few nights before…

“Cunt! Get over here.” Eva heard Master calling Mayumi from where she stood in the bedroom and Eva flinched reflexively, he sounded angry.

She didn’t peek and merely went about her business, Master was due to go to several important meetings throughout the week and Eva was privileged to be his lunch escort today. She was under strict instruction to dress in business attire with a lot of leg and a decent amount of cleavage, to speak only when spoken to and so forth. Eva was accustomed to this game by now and knew full well what would happen if she was not the dutiful business partner, close friend or beloved escort she appeared to be.

But Eva knew her duty and if she failed, she would lament and curse herself silently as always while her mouth moved a mile a minute in a useless attempt to beg forgiveness or otherwise talk herself out of such a hole. Eva finished getting dressed and slid into her heels before she walked to the door and stepped out into the living room where Mayumi had clearly annoyed Master because she was red all over and crying like the end of the world was at hand. Master had his back to her now though and Eva got the message; Mayumi didn’t exist today, tomorrow or even through the remainder of the week until Master decided to forgive her. Eva bowed her head and walked over, lifting her eyes slowly to show him her make up, hair and jewellery.

“Very nice fucktoy…” He mused softly as he walked around her and then held out his arm with a grin, “I don’t think I’m going to get much business done today, they’ll all be staring at my little fucktoy.”

Eva blushed and smiled, putting her arm in his and letting him lead them both out the door. She couldn’t acknowledge Mayumi without severe repercussions but at this stage, cunt knew she was still there with them and only disgraced so she knew Eva was silently saying goodbye to her.

“Thank you Sir. But I think they’ll manage, you’re a great attention grabber.” Eva smiled flirtatiously.

Master wasn’t listening, his eyes wandered down past the curve of her ass, his head slightly tilted as his eyes drifted over her stocking clad legs. The back seam of them prickled a little beneath his gaze. They sauntered out the door and by the time they reached the car, the meeting had become a complete inconvenience to them both. It would be pleasant but hopefully swift!

The meeting had gone down smoothly and Scott sealed the business deal with little fuss, they stayed for a few drinks with Eva drinking only a very minimal amount of champagne in tiny sips before they left for home. Once they were there, Scott’s hand found its way into Eva’s hair and refused to let go for most of the night. However, Eva could never really handle just one round with her Master, if she’d been a junkie then he would have been her drug of choice…

They both stood in the lounge room, never having made it to the bedroom which was a frequent occurrence, Mayumi would be napping in her cage or else, cleaning if she’d not finished her chores.

Scott stepped up behind Eva, wrapping his arms around her to cup her breasts as he whispered in her ear, “I have half a mind to just bend you over and take you again…”

Eva shivered in his arms as her teeth sunk deeply into her lower lip in order to suppress a soft moan, “Are you expecting me to argue?”

He chuckled softly, continuing to whisper as his fingers collapsed around her pert nipples, “Knowing you? Never, fucktoy…”

Eva whimpered softly, chewing her lip in a weak attempt to control herself as his wandering fingers caused Goosebumps to crop up over her skin, a light red hue brightening her cheeks as she mumbled, “Silly Sir to mention…I would agree instantly.”

“I like the outfit you chose for me. I have a soft spot for stockings…” His teeth sunk into her ear and elicited a sharp gasp from Eva. Scott chuckled at that and raised her skirt, allowing his erection to press against the crevice of her ass cheeks.

“Fuck! You’re such a tease!” Eva whispered harshly as her eyes peeled open reluctantly, “Please fuck me Sir?!”

Scott smiled and lifted her up, tossing her onto the couch where she rolled onto her back. Scott slowly began to remove his belt, letting her watch as he finally answered her, “No, I don't think so, fucktoy.”

Eva swallowed and managed to muster a sheepish grin in his direction, “Trying to be tender Sir?”

He chuckled and snapped the belt, making Eva jump, “You know me… Always the softy.” He took a practice swing and caught her shoulder which only made her gasp because it was not very hard.

Eva started to breathe faster, “Yep...I think you are getting soft...that's barely gonna leave a mark...I'll be so disappointed when I look in the mirror next.”

Scott smiled with the knowledge that Eva was taunting in the hopes of getting a lot more but he knew how to make her regret that desire, “Spread your legs, fucktoy. What I have in mind, you won't need a mirror to see... Or feel.”

Eva’s eyes widened fast, she gulped hard and whimpered, shaking her head in trepidation, “Oh don’t…please…” She pleaded softly.

“I said spread.” Scott spoke in his no nonsense tone and Eva slowly spread her legs.

“Beg me for it, fucktoy. You've been pushing for it all day, now beg.”

“Please…make your little pain slut scream Sir.” She whispered with slight terror in her tone.

“Louder, fucktoy.”

“Please make your Fucktoy scream for you Sir!” She almost yelled and covered her face as a blush spread, she always hated how he could terrorise her and make her beg for something she ordinarily wouldn’t want…and what he had planned was beyond simply painful for Eva. Still, she’d not have it any other way; when Eva was scared of her Master…she was aroused.

The belt came down on her cunt hard and fast causing Eva to screech in agony, “Oh fuck!” Her hands flew from her face to cover her burning cunt out of reflex. She blinked back tears and swallowed down her coughs, trying to control her breathing.

The belt flew swiftly and caught the back of Eva’s hands with a savage blow, “You know better, fucking whore.” Scott spat his words viciously at her mistake while her hands flew backwards towards her breasts with a scream of shock and Eva tried to rub the pain out of her skin.

Another crack landed directly on her cunt and Scott looked at Eva with a very determined expression as she arched up in near Exorcist fashion, “You want to scream, filthy painslut?”

“Yes Sir!” She screeched out, feeling the wet patch she’d made as her ass settled back down onto the couch beneath her.

He landed three more vicious strikes which forced her knees to raise up, Scott reached down and pinched her clit, twisting it and the hood sharply, “Then scream, bitch.”

Eva’s legs slammed shut around his hand as her body wracked with sobs, she could barely see his face for the curtain of tears and she emitted a scream as he twisted it further, “Please!”

“Please what, fucktoy?”

She panted hard, fast and audibly while shivering as she responded through her haze of pure pain, “Please…please…” Eva whimpered, unable to create the words she wanted to convey, “Sir…please…”

Another hard strike landed and the heavy leather slapped noisily against her wet folds as she writhed and screamed in fresh agony, “Use your words, stupid bitch.”

“Fuckkkkkkk!!” Her legs snapped shut tightly, “No more please!! Please pleeeease fuckkkk me Sir?!”

“You sure that cunt is ready for a hard fucking, slut?”

Eva whimpered sharply and uncertainly, she wasn’t sure but she was certain that she could take no more abuse from his belt, “It's fucking...sore Sirrr!” She slowly relaxed the muscles in her legs, wondering if she could actually handle being fucked in that moment.

Scott never did give her the time to consider it, he simply pried her legs apart and shoved every inch of his hard cock deep inside her abused sex while Eva screamed and tried to breathe through his violence. He simply pounded into her hard and fast as she gripped the couch for dear life, feeling as though he was splitting her open from the inside. Her pussy was on fire and protesting the vicious treatment but in spite of it all, Eva could feel the climax building deep within her and her moans started to spill from her lips softly.

“You going to cum, little painslut? So depraved that you're getting off on me using your abused little fuck hole, aren't you?”

His next thrust forced a louder moan from her in response to his question and her cunt reacted by clamping down on his shaft hard. He leaned close as he continued to drive into her, growling in her ear, “Go ahead, fucktoy... Cum for your Master, show me just what a depraved slut you are…”

Her hips bucked beneath him instantly, her body shuddering as she came hard. Her lips splitting into screams as her bruised cunt hit his pelvis hard, her knees locked up against his thighs tightly as they squeezed for dear life. Scott pulled out quickly during her orgasm as his own came on fast, his seed spraying across her reddened cunt and thighs. Eva came down fast but was merely able to emit a strangled cry as her welts and open sliced wounds stung like hellfire. He sighed and leaned back against the couch, pulling her head to lay on his lap where they both fell asleep after soft conversation…

Eva snapped back to the present as pain bit into her mind and broke her from her daydreaming, she looked down at her thigh to see that the stinging pain emanated from the bright red wound on her leg that had been reopened by her fingernail as she had been lost to her memories. Eva sighed and tore a strip from the hem of her dress, wrapping the wound tightly and covering it up as she walked to her bed awkwardly and sat on the edge of it; twiddling her thumbs while she waited for Mayumi to return.

Marisa needed to talk to someone.

Deborah had served her purpose. She had listened beautifully as Marisa had told of her day and how the wonderful Doctor had asked her to paint, she showed her the frame she had made for her friend, but now Marisa wanted someone to talk back to her and her friend had gone quiet. The silence didn’t worry her half as much as it used to, but it did make the time drag by with impossible slowness.

She left Deborah the Silent and wandered out of her room. Still spattered with paint she headed slowly down the corridor towards the common area where the TV flickered in the corner, the volume on low and a couple of other inmates sat glassy eyed and drooling, hypnotised by its light. The room was fairly empty, it seemed everyone wanted to be on their own or outside. Marisa tutted to herself.

“Guess it’s got to be Dozy Deborah then…” She groaned petulantly as she turned on her heels and began to walk back towards the dorms. Stopping as her eyes fell on an open door and the girl sat inside.

She was new. She’d arrived that day with a friend. Marisa always wished she could have another friend to talk to. Teddy was wonderful but a friend who could hug her when she was down or laugh with her when she was happy, that was something her friend just couldn’t do.
Marisa’s face broke into a wide smile as her friend whispered an idea into her ear.

You could be friends with the new girls.

She could be friends with the new girls! She could show them around, help them find out which nurses to avoid and which ones could be…worked upon.
The smile grew wider as she approached the open door and knocked lightly on the door frame. Waiting until the pretty red head inside looked up at her, forgetting how she must appear covered in paint splashes and smudges.

“Hi…I’m Marisa…I noticed you’re new here and just wanted to say ‘hi’…” When it became clear an invitation to enter wasn’t coming she walked in and leant against a wall, resting her hands behind her back. Smiling sweetly, looking around and noticing there were no personal touches yet in their room. “I’ve been here for a long time now,” She paused and giggled before continuing. “Wow, two whole years now I think about it…

“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that if you need anything, anything at all, I’ll be more than happy to help. If you get lost or you just need someone to talk to…” Marisa slid along the wall, ever closer to the bed the red head was sat upon.

Or kiss…or touch…
Her friend hissed wickedly. Marisa blushed.

“Someone to talk to…” Marisa repeated, trying for once to ignore her friend’s words, looking down at the floor shyly.

Or play with
Her friend laughed wickedly in her mind.
You make such a lovely little plaything, am sure this one would just love you…I can tell…
Marisa’s cheeks felt so hot. Too hot.

And you know you’d love her to play with you. Imagine being allowed to taste that skin…imagine those fingers on yours…you’re such a good girl, you’d let her do anything…

Marisa’s wide eyes snuck a look at the beautiful face sat on the bed, eyes trailing down her neck, subconsciously licking her lips. She caught the girl’s eyes and had to look away, worried the thoughts her friend was filling her mind with would be all too clear in her eyes. She was bordering on being overwhelmed. The sensations the Doctor had created inside her, those that had risen when she had painted under her friend’s direction and now these new ideas all merging and making her young body as excited as it was unsure.

“…anything at all…then you needn’t look further than me…” She finished quietly, suddenly not sure that this had been the best of ideas. After all, whilst the girl and her friend were amongst the most beautiful girls Marisa had ever seen, she didn’t know what they were like. Why they were there? She didn’t even know their names. “But I’ve intruded on your time and your privacy…I’ll go but my room is just over there, I have a roommate…” Her nose wrinkled. “But she’s mute, as much as we can tell anyway, so she’s great for telling secrets too and having private discussions in front of. Feel free to drop by anytime…”

With a final bright smile Marisa turned to leave, feeling a little better about making herself known to the new girls. She’d tell them about her friend another time. When she knew them better. And she was surprised how much she hoped that wouldn’t be long in coming.

Interlude:Within The Walls


Something crawls in the ducts of the Asylum.

Something with heavy breath.

Something with eyes that, from time to time, are seen through the grates by a startled nurse.

They laugh later, but the late night shift knows better.

Something wanders in the air shafts, something stalks the perimeter.

Fingernails on metal.

A grunt, or hiss.

There are a few residents who know. Who have, through the haze of delusion and chemicals, seen the fingers curling through the vents, threatening to push through and drop like a wild beast on its prey.

They tell their stories to mocking ears.

Except the night shift. They know better.

There's a footfall within the walls. In the spaces no one knows.

A panting can be heard, if your ear is pressed tight.

A moaning, the sound of a body grinding against something not fleshy.

A cry out in the dark that vibrates the bones of the place.

The Asylum is not alone.

The codes were successfully changed over, and Trista smiled at Celestine's complete efficiency. She heard the woman's voice come over the paging system and she didn't fight the smile, or how her tongue slid over her red lips.

"Mr. Smith, Dr. MacNair" Her assistant popped her head in and then smiled obliquely at her. Trista smiled at the young girl. If Smith was going to be trying to her again, she was sure as hell going to make use of her assistant lingual skills.

"Mr. Smith." His voice radiated into her head and she had to pull the phone away from her head a little.

"I know Sir.- But- Well, they are- but you aren't-" She tried to calm herself, she breathed as she listened to the man on the other end call her down for not already accomplishing what the company wanted, finally she slammed her hand down on the table.

"SIR! I CAN TAKE CARE OF MY OWN FUCKING HOSPITAL!" He quieted and so did she, " These girls are already afraid, and there is nothing that they can do to get out, stop thinking that this is going to get out. NO one is watching!"
She slammed the phone down, and spun her chair around looking out the window.

"Cherise!!"

Her assistant poked her head in and then slid over to Trista's side, easily falling to her knees, next to the doctor. Trista didn't have to say a word, her silence speaking to her anger as her assistant leaned down and slid her tongue over Trista's instep, and then began kissing up her leg, her tongue licking at the black nylon, then nipping at her calf, the inside of her knee. Trisa sighed and slid her legs apart, the room filling with the soft sounds of lips whispering kisses and fabric moving together.

Trista's hands filled with bright blonde hair, tightening it, as her well trained assistant found the spot that relaxed her boss. The good doctor closed her eyes and moaned softly.

"Such a good girl...."

Cherise used her tongue to incite a more relaxed, composed doctor. She had been carefully trained to do this, many hours spent on her knees, with red slap marks across her face as she was trained. When the oral mastery had been finally reached, she still went home with red slap marks, today it seemed it would be no different, when Trista pulled her head back and slapped her, right before grinding her sex over Cherise's eager lips.

"Yes! Yes! You needy little slut!"

It was unclear who exactly Trista was talking about, but the words poured from her wet lips, and she pushed her assistant away from her, she stood on shaky legs and without a backward glance at Cherise, left the office.

In the nurses office, Trista ordered up Mayumi's and Eva's records, changing their med levels to keep them sufficiently drugged. There was no other way for it. Either the girls were drugged silent or they would be dead. The company saw no other way around it. Their "owner" had been too connected and his family saw these two girls as a liability. A liability that Trista was being forced to deal with.

There were days when she hated her job. Fucking hated it.

Eva sat on the edge of her bed tracing patterns on her summer dress until the soft tapping at the door broke her from her reverie. She looked up to see one of the other inmates of Massacre standing in her doorway, she was covered in what appeared to be paint and Eva thought it somewhat appropriate for her. It seemed to Eva that if she were here then she ought to look like she belonged as well.

“Hi…I’m Marisa…I noticed you’re new here and just wanted to say ‘hi’…”

Eva quirked a brow in surprise as though she weren’t accustomed to someone randomly walking up to her and introducing themselves, though of course; Eva wasn’t.

Eva inclined her head respectfully and only showed that sign of having heard Marisa at all.

Marisa seemed to be waiting for something and Eva merely sat there in abject silence so after a fashion, the paint stained woman wandered across the threshold of the room and continued to speak.

“I’ve been here for a long time now. Wow, two whole years now I think about it… Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that if you need anything, anything at all, I’ll be more than happy to help. If you get lost or you just need someone to talk to…”

Eva nodded slowly and watched the woman’s cheeks light with a barely perceptible pink, Eva knew how to catch a woman blushing because their body language changed for that instant in time, it was fleeting but not unnoticeable. She wondered why Marisa was blushing so.

“Someone to talk to…”

Eva sat up a little straighter as Marisa repeated herself, she was wary of this woman and wondered if the chosen repeated sentence was because Marisa was lonely or because of something Eva was unaware of. In this place, anything was possible apparently…

Eva’s eyes lit up and made instant contact with Marisa’s as she noted the signs of lust in the other woman’s eyes. The little lick of the lips, something sultry and unlike that of someone merely wetting their dry lips or someone cleaning a crumb from their face. The distant daydreaming and completely zoned out expression on Marisa’s visage was a dead give away and if all that wasn’t enough, Marisa failed to hold Eva’s eye contact for more than a second. A smirk ran across Eva’s mouth and faded away quickly as Marisa finished what she was saying.

“…anything at all…then you needn’t look further than me… But I’ve intruded on your time and your privacy…I’ll go but my room is just over there, I have a roommate… But she’s mute, as much as we can tell anyway, so she’s great for telling secrets too and having private discussions in front of. Feel free to drop by anytime…”

Eva smirked again and finally spoke up as the woman was about to make her exit, “As it happens, I have my own mute. My sister only speaks to me and no one else. As for…privacy and intrusions…the privacy I have here is so much more than home…it is…unusual.”

Eva stood up slowly, casting her eyes across the floorboards before slowly raising them, “I am…Eva.” She said softly, pausing at a critical moment where a mistake might have cost her dearly, even to tell someone crazy was to break protocol with La Trinacria and Eva would rather keep even the smallest details to herself rather than risk anything great.

“I have one question for you, Marisa…” Eva said her name slowly again as though she were learning to speak to another human being properly, social situations outside of her Master’s needs were far more difficult for Eva. Without Scott at her side, she was at a loss for actions, words or consequences. The world was chaos for Eva.

“…what do you do here? To keep yourselves occupied? Do you have chores or responsibilities here?” Eva asked quietly, wanting Mayumi to come back more than ever while she wondered if she was asking her questions correctly.

At the thought of Mayumi however, Eva found her confidence again. Marisa wasn’t much different from Eva’s submissive sister after all and Eva decided she would treat her the same…almost the same anyway - if she could.

“You can leave…after you answer.” Eva tinted her voice with the strict reverence of a school teacher and gave Marisa only the smallest of her flirtatious smiles, wondering if the girl would take her bait…

Finally, just about over. The meeting had taken a bit of time. Stupid orderlies hated taking orders from a woman, especially one that looked like well sculpted sin and wanted nothing to do with them, sexually. Their appendages were ALL wrong.

Celestine returned to her office and grabbed her street clothes. Time had flown by ~and she was way later than she had planned on being~ but she had no intention of staying here any longer than necessary. She just needed to do a final walk through, check on the girls that were near by before hitting the gym and showers and then she was free.

Whisper steps as she made her way to the Resident Wing. She saw the little painter; scary, eerie Marissa standing just inside the door of the newest girls' room. She slowed just a bit more, debating the sanity of allowing that particular alliance. 'Hell with it, the new ones need help getting acclimated and goddess knows, Marissa has been here long enough.' She heard the murmur of words, a voice she did not recognize. She stopped and glanced in. Breath catching at the note of...command...heard in Eva's voice.

"Good evening. I just wanted to say hello. I am the Warden. Call me Celestine. If you find yourself overwhelmed by things here, give me a holler. I will help, if at all possible."

A quick smile before turning to Marissa.

"Don't forget the way back to your own room. No trouble. You hear?"

No point in waiting for an answer. There were others' to see, things to do. She retreated to the hallway and kept it moving, body and voice working in tandem as she called out to passing nurses and orderlies. Her eyes searched for, and found, the fire bug wandering listlessly outside of the medicine closet and another one who reminded her, strangely, of Massacre. She checked dinner time with the nurse under Stewart and asked for any files that had to be signed off by her to be held until tomorrow. And then...she was free to hit the gym!

Down into the basement, stripping off the uniform that kept her safely enclosed and gave her a boost in the authority department. She pulled out her work out clothes and slid them on: shorts, sports bra, black wife beater, socks, trainers. Then she moved to the elliptical machine for warm ups. Things began to blur together after a time. She lifted, jumped rope, used the heavy and speed bags. Her breath never sped up. It was an easy work out, one designed to help her relax. It worked. Shower.

Celestine slipped into a pair of baggy jeans, a white tee, Timberland boots and a matching suede belt. She had pulled her hair down and allowed it to air dry while she dressed. It became a mass of curls. A quick once over, throwing work out clothes and uniform into her duffle bag. She looked ok...not great, but better than most men without her dedication. She shrugged into her jacket and exited through the side door.

Time to go home. She had had enough of the crazy house for today.

Freedom from oppression, from the place where everyone always wanted, needed, required. She breathed out and put her car into drive. Maybe, if she were lucky, she'd find a piece to take home. She shook her head. Nah....

Tires squealed, the smell of burning rubber. The warden....left.

The name on the door read ‘Dr T McNair’ and Mayumi filed the information away for future reference. She took a seat when indicated to do so and was surprised that the doctor sat beside her, though she should have expected that this would be some kind of interrogation. Nobody was going to let her drift silently around the place forever. Dr McNair was smiling ingratiatingly but Mayumi wasn’t moved. No matter how well meaning these people might be, there was no way she could divulge anything about her life at La Trinacria and with her Master.

"Well, then I don't expect you to say much. Your file indicates that you haven't spoken since an outburst at the house a couple of days ago. Which is fine. Just listen and relay to your sister what I say here.”

Mayumi’s eyes widened. Nobody except Master had ever referred to Eva and herself as sisters. For this doctor to have figured out their bond in such a short time was inconceivable to Mayumi. Her paranoia about how far La Trinacria or Master’s family might go to have her silenced increased dramatically. She compressed her lips, further conveying her resolve to say nothing, her fingers gripping the seat of her chair. Sensing that the good cop routine would be fruitless, Dr McNair abruptly changed tack.

"Mayumi, I am going to raise your anti-anxieties, and I am going to give you 12 hours to eat something. If your worthless ass doesn't eat by then, you are getting a tube feeding and I will begin the process for a G-tube insertion."

Mayumi shot the doctor a look that eloquently communicated how much she imagined the woman gave a shit whether she lived or died. She knew she would be too weak to fight a tube insertion if it came to that but she also knew that she would ingest nothing willingly, including meds. There was a shift in McNair’s body language that went beyond the realm of a medical professional exerting authority. The woman’s shoulders squared and her spine straightened as though she wanted to hit her frail patient. Mayumi had been prepared for her anorexia to be challenged but McNair’s face was twisted with withering contempt. It was shocking... and scary.

Before she could compose herself at all, Dr McNair rose and opened her door.

"Get out."

Mayumi was on her feet before she even considered whether meekly obeying the doctor was the best thing to do here. Her conditioning for obedience was something she would have to learn to keep somewhat in check around here. Mayumi found her way back to her and Eva’s room, taking a few wrong turns along the way. She found Eva huddled on her bunk, fresh blood staining her dress. Seeing Eva upset made Mayumi’s own problems irrelevant. She approached her alpha cautiously, seeking a hug that she thought Eva also needed but wary of rejection from her capricious sister.

“What happened to you?” She asked, her voice a whisper, hoarse with dehydration and disuse.

Eva seemed to be in no mood to talk to Mayumi quietly poured her heart out to her, edging closer with a pitiful neediness.

“... so if I don’t eat or take their drugs they’ll make me. I don’t want to be here Eva. I don’t trust their food. I just want to be left alone to...”

She didn’t finish the sentence. Suicide must have crossed Eva’s mind too since they had been dumped here. Maybe they could even do it together? But as she glanced up to see Eva’s face Mayumi knew it would never happen. Eva was a born survivor.

Collected insanity.
That was probably the most appropriate word for Massacre, she mused. A collection of the most deranged and often dangerous people the country knew.

"Yes.. and thanks to you two, we're stuck here for the rest of our lives" Jacky grumbled as her presence was reflected back in the small make-up mirror that Hillary had held up for herself.
"Oh, be quiet you windbag. Your life was as boring as a snail before we emerged." the more aggressive version bit back. She sighed as her retort caused some heads to turn her way.
While talking to oneself was anything but uncommon in Massacre, Jacky and her 'sisters' was one of the more extreme ones. Sofar the three of them had managed to stay out of much trouble.. but with a short fuse'd one like Hillary, one could never say for sure.

"Can't you two ever get along? You're like an old married couple.." Sandy exhaled heavily as the second face appeared on the other half of the mirror.
"Oh, I can get along just fine.." "as soon as she gets out of my life." The other two said simultaneously.

Sometimes they make me want to scream..
"We heard that"
"We heard that"

The internal bickering continued for several minutes. Ever since she had been brought to Massacre, she hadn't been one to talk a lot to others. Nor did others really want to talk to her.
She was fine with that, since the last thing she could use was another personality to watch out for.

Shannon Stewart

Smoke played in pipes and swirls within her mind's eye clouding the room but not.. Noticing the woman change again, yet again and she wasn’t looking. The room flowed and her vision carried her back to what ever Tessa this was or wasn’t. And she almost became Shannon again. Almost. The woman turned general in her stride and Shannon couldn’t help but follow. How could she really. She was fascinated by this changing creature. She wanted to know just how many there were, just what each sounded like, walked like, talked like... shook like... what would take each to break into the other and did they break into the other or simply slip like plastic balls in gumball machines from childhood?

Following up step after step the song creeped into her head. Was Tessa actually humming? Did Tessa herself hum or was this another that had the same cadence and grace? Her head canted to the side as the melody thrummed and lilted through the air. It wasn’t a song one hears. More of a melody one creates in the day-to-day doldrums of ones head that you tap your pen to paper to or of day-mares and night dreams as you walk through the forest of people and daily life.

Then... then they were in the office as if by sudden appearance. Tessa didn’t change. She was Tessa but confusingly tense, excited, agitated. Was she actually nervous standing there at her desk? Shannons' pulse thought to quicken then. Just what would make the protective personality excited? Though she had no other time to think of this as Tessa's warm hand took hers, flash of resolve across her face as fingers tightened and they were through the door.

Any thoughts of anything else, what might have been behind this door, anything dissolved into digital poetry. She stood stock still. This, this right here, this is why the woman knows so much. More than she could herself from hiding in shadows and being unnoticeable. Her eyes flicked from screen to screen. To every room and hallway. To every patient and staff member. So many to watch. To learn from. To play with.

Tessa's words drifted through the visual bliss, through the vibration that was her senses, through the intense want to touch everything in the room at once. Nodding her head was all she could add to the conversation as she listened to the story of the good doctor and beautifully dangerous rottweiler. A smirk eventually tugged her mouth. She was wondering why they finally had time to run into one another. Seemed like weeks they kept being scheduled apart almost on purpose.

“Don’t you agree, Shannon?”

“Of course I do Tessa, but you already knew that.” She leaned into the woman’s warmth, soaking it all in; the flickering screens, Tessa's scent, the wall of information unfolding, the soft curves moulding to her back. Breathing as deeply as she could she stepped forward, her hand outstretched and fingers almost shaking. Her breathy whisper nearly lost in the electronic white noise, “It's beautiful...” Her thighs pressed to the desk, fingertips lightly touching, caressing the central screen like it was delicate skin. “Can I? I mean how can I not... touch.”

Turning slowly she faced Tessa again. The light playing off her face so much more dangerous than flickering flame of candle light. Her own chest had settled its heaving into a deep rhythm of desire to touch, to know, simply everything in the room. Her steps were feather light closing the distance between them.

“You know... Tessa... there wont be anymore secrets between us now. Least not of this type. I simply wonder why you let me in.”

In the few inches left between them her hands outstretched again, fingertips trailing up upper-arms to play on the woman’s screen; her skin, her jaw, her cheeks, her lips...

“But it's no wonder you seem to know so much... Hmm how many know you, all of the you there is to know?”

This was well out of Tessa’s comfort zone.
Because you aren’t using it to control her. Not completely at least.
This isn’t...
I dare you to tell me you aren’t aching to kiss those fingertips, to feel the nail on your tongue. Hold on, let me do this first. Your autonomic system needed a little notch up.

Tessa whimpered, aloud.

this isn’t how its supposed to be...please...

Do it.

Tessa turned her head, her lips parted, shaking as if she might break into tears.

Please.

And gently, as if she might break it, she drew Shannon’s middle finger into her mouth. The rush of adrenelin that made her blood warm was nothing compared to the jagged need that filled her veins now. Her tongue swirled and lashed at the hard, sharp nail. Her teeth scraped, dragged, pinched as she drew the finger in again and again. Behind her closed eyelids, there was nothing so much as the sensation of spinning slowly.

I love you.
I love you.

Tessa could count the number of times she’d been actually scared on two hands. As she opened her eyes, this was added to that short list. She had absolutely no idea what Shannon’s reaction would be, no idea what to do next regardless. Uli, Janey, and Shannon were driving, more than Tessa was, more than Tessa could.

Invisible fingertips tickled the back of her stockinged thighs, urging her closer until the two women were breathing against each other, from each other, a single, continuous movement. There were no words for what she felt, staring into the other woman’s eyes, her finger still clenched tightly in her mouth.

shamefearneedlonelyhelpweaknonononopleasepleaseplease

Its OK. Trust. Trust. Trust. Just a little. Just her. She’s like one of us.

Love you.

I know.

Tessa’s voice was almost the same as the one the doctor’s had first heard, so many years ago. Soft, with a strength deliberately hidden for fear of...something.

“There are always secrets, always more secrets. No one wants to know them. Always leaving.”


There was a girl, and a canvas. Painting a window. She used a knife covered in dripping colors and giggled as the glass chipped.

Tessa leaned in close to Shannon’s ear.


The broken thing finished. So many colors left. What to do what to do how did the blue get on my tongue and mix with red? An upward drag between breasts. And metal into a wet, vulnerable, tender mouth.



She whimpered, almost imperceptibly, the moment before her lips touched the warmth of Shannon’s ear.

Somewhere along the way, Tessa’s shivering hands had found the nurse’s hips, and held on for their strength.

It was all she could do to breath, and keep her lips on the tingling skin beneath them.


Red on canvas. So close, the tiniest clink and there’ll be glittering snow.


You need her. She's one of us.
I need her.
She’s one of us. Just on the outside.
One of us.
Trust.
Trust in us. Bring her to us.


“Please...stay...” she sobbed before desperate teeth latched on hard to skin.

Dr. Trista MacNair slid her fingers over the wood, the tips dancing over the grain, the dark color in sharp contrast to the color of her skin, her lips parting in a sigh. She rubbed her hands together, then slid her hands up her arm. A bittersweet feeling as she contemplated her desk, her needs, her world, this world. She hated it somedays, others not so much, but it was given. She needed this place, it was her addiction and her freedom. Nothing gave her so much power... well that wasn't strictly true.

One other thing did, her hand slid over cotton, cotton covered thighs, her eyes raised to meet the shimmering eyes of one of the orderlies, he was tied to her desk, grinning like and idiot. She smacked him, the sound satisfying in her office. He gasped and she raked her nails down his chest, leaving red marks in their wake. Whispering kisses down his neck, she climbed on the desk. The mahogany desk had been a gift from Daddy. A gift that she had proceeded to put to use immediately. The orderly laid back obediently, watching her body, his thin long cock pushing against the cotton of his scrubs. She leaned down to tease her lips against his, he groaned against her lips and pushed up against her harder. She smiled against those full lips of his and pressed down against him, her eyes flashed in anger and his head pounded against the desk when she ripped his head back, her fingers still buried in the thick black tresses when her lips descended and claimed his. When she broke the kiss and ground her hips into his, he laid there in a complete daze, lost in the moment, in her, in the way her body moved over his.

Easy.

Trista looked up from her position on top of the blissful orderly and saw that staring into her office was Alice. She groaned and rested on the orderly for a minute before climbing off him. She left him tied to her desk while she tucked her skirt back in and strode to the door.

"Hey Dr. M!" She heard the orderly shout after her.

"Stay there and be a good boy, and maybe mommy will take good care of you." She smiled and opened her door to look down at Alicia, she privately called the small brunette Alice, for the girl was chillingly similar to a certain wonderland inhabitant.

"Alicia, let's go back to your room." She held out her hand to the girl and waited for her to take it. Alicia took a minute to reach out for Trista, a smile across her face. Trista decided to walk past the nurses station, to pick up a little present for the ever present and sometime chaotic Alicia.

The needle rested in Trista's pocket while they walked hand in hand back to Alice's room. Trista tucked the girl back in with a smile and then gave her a soft kiss and slid the needle effortlessly into the girl's arm. The quick delivery of sedative shortly had Alice snoring.

Trista chucked the needle into the appropriate bin and strode out of the room wondering if the orderly would take well to being strapped in for the night. But alas as she was on night watch she would play with him just this one night.

Just cause it was one night didn't mean one time. That boy was going to pay for every little transgression. It would be too easy. Trista rather hoped that his boss would be more.. more.. challenging.

"Were you a good boy?" She closed her office door and moved back to his side. "Look at this... he went soft... that simply won't do."

The smack resounded around the room. Trista rather liked the sound.

Celestine

Celestine had almost forgotten how different the real world was from the isolation of the Asylum. Out here, no one required her to control the bugs, the colors, the nonsense. No one needed paper work signed so they could get tylenol or zoloft or whatever. Out here, things were an every day shade of crazy, not hectic light bright. It was soothing.

Celestine stopped by her favorite Japanese steak house, a little known place a few blocks away from her home. After placing her order of sashimi and two vegetable egg rolls to go, she stepped out into the cool evening air and BREATHED. The rest of the stress brought about by the sniping of women and feelings of being watched, drifted away. This is why she never stayed on the premises. This feeling of relaxation, of ease, of being normal.

She reached home a few minutes after 7 PM. Pulling into her spot on the parking deck, she allowed her eyes to look up into the building. Her lights were on, which meant her girl had not left when she had been told to. Celestine gave a slight frown and slid out of the vehicle. With a grunt, she grabbed her bags and strode for the building's entrance.

The door was shut, the music blaring. "Fuck."

The room itself looked as if a miniature whirlwind had blown through it. There were books and chairs and papers, everywhere. Celestine dropped her work bag by the front door and went to the stereo, turning it off with quick fingers.

"Get your ass out here, now."

The woman who stepped through the door to glare at her was Celestine's exact opposite~slender, caucasion, red headed, green eyed, freckled. She began to open her mouth, probably to start yelling but the warden had had enough and raised one hand to forestall her.

"Shut the fuck up. I thought I told you to get out before I got home."

Arms crossed, Celestine waited. Marielle always did this shit. Today had been rough, brutal. There were no words that could begin to express the anger Celestine was fighting. And this dumb cunt was pushing, like always. So Celestine waited, allowing her breath to contain the rage. Finally, when the silence had grown to something eerily aware, Marielle spoke.

"I was packing my stuff. Then I thought, fuck it. I don't have to leave. Not without seeing you. Are we finished, Cee? Are we done?" Mari's voice was husky, soft, brittle.

Celestine nodded. "Yes, we are done, Mari. I can't keep this shit up. I don't want to. And neither do you. Quit faking like you care. I have known about your little slide off for over a month. You think I'm stupid? Not hardly. I chose not to say anything because I didn't want this. I wanted you to be honest. I wanted us to end as friends. Now, you have til the count of ten to remove yourself from my place or so help me, I will put you out."

Celestine strode to the front door and opened it. Her husky voice rose until each counted number echoed through out the apartment.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three"

Her ex ran through the door, her suitcase in hand. Mari was dumb but not dumb enough to push Celestine any further. By the time the count reached nine, Marielle was gone. The door closed softly. Silence echoed. The Warden slid down to the floor...and began to cry. It was hurtful, this ending, like so many others. The tears didn't last long though. They never did. When all was said and done, being alone was NOT the same as being lonely.

Eventually, the apartment was set to rights, the dinner was eaten, tomorrow's clothing was packed in the bag, the shower was taken. Celestine took her final walk through, checking all the locks, shutting all the windows. By 9:30 PM, she was asleep and dreaming of work. Peace.

Interlude:Room 718
Room 718 is always locked, and the 'peep' window is sealed shut. It is kept that way under pains of termination and worse.
In that room there is a girl. She is always there, except when she's not.
She is bound in straps and durable fabrics, rocking back and forth, whispering a story to herself, changing it to keep the screaming from starting.
For as long as she can.
The noise that comes from her mouth would vibrate the skin of any who heard it.
Room 718 is soundproof.
She loses herself in visions and memories that make no sense even to her, but these waking dreams always end in the color of screaming, the warm sickness of blood, and the scent of vomit.
Her eyes are made of glass, clear and fragile.
Sometimes, her hands are free, and she can carve her name into the walls.
A name no one else ever speaks.
Ever knows.
She hopes they will read it, and rips it into the padding again and again till her thumbnail snaps, and her fingertips bleed.
Then she writes in red.
Her name is not something that can be known, not by those who need it.
She thinks about carving it into her skin, again and again, so they will have to know who she is. But she can not bring herself to do it. It's too close. It's all she has. All she has that she wants.
Eventually she hears the whispers, feels the caring fingertips of those who, by definition, can not know her name. But still the call out to her, and bring her home.
For a while.
Room 718 is always locked.
In that room there is a girl. She is always there, except when she's not.

As Marisa opened her mouth to answer, they were interrupted by the presence of the warden. Eva had to keep her tongue in her mouth however, this woman was like a chocolate skinned goddess; so toned and muscular in all the right places that gave her an air of authority but also the right touches of femininity.

"Good evening. I just wanted to say hello. I am the Warden. Call me Celestine. If you find yourself overwhelmed by things here, give me a holler. I will help, if at all possible."

Eva just nodded mutely, dropping her eyes and returning to her submissive cocoon. Gone was the strong alpha facing Marisa, Eva could only muster that when they were alone.

"Don't forget the way back to your own room. No trouble. You hear?"

Eva watched Marisa nod and scurry out of the room the moment the warden disappeared down the hall. Eva sighed, was she ever going to find out what there was to do in this place? Her leg stung beautifully, reminding Eva of all she was missing and how much she was missing it.

“What happened to you?”

Eva blinked in shock, roused from her own thoughts by Mayumi’s hoarse, depreciating voice. She didn’t bother to answer and Mayumi must have gotten the message because she continued on. Eva absently wrapped her arm around Mayumi as her sister edged closer, pouring out details of her meeting with the doctor. Eva perked up a bit as she heard everything McNair had said to Mayumi and her eyes widened slowly.

“... so if I don’t eat or take their drugs they’ll make me. I don’t want to be here Eva. I don’t trust their food. I just want to be left alone to...”

Eva’s eyes sparked viciously and came to level with Mayumi’s as she understood where her sister had been heading with her statement.

“To what? What, cunt? To suicide?!” Eva stood up angrily and rounded on Mayumi in spite of the harsh pain in her thigh, “Your body is not yours, how dare you think you have the right to kill it! That’s Master’s choice when he decides. You know that, stupid bitch.”

Eva’s hand came down and landed a battering slap on Mayumi’s cheek, “Don’t even fucking think it, Master isn’t dead yet but he’d damn near kill you if he was here so don’t think I won’t!”

Eva turned her back on Mayumi, trying to regain her composure. She breathed in deeply, closed her eyes and let herself relax so she could think properly again before she turned back to Mayumi.

“McNair is troubling me, the things she said and the way she said them suggests she knows a lot more about our world than she’s letting on.” Eva paused for a long while before she dropped her voice an octave or three and said, “I think she’s a Mistress. I think she’s from La Trinacria. Or else, she knows about it or they know her. She might be here to keep tabs on people that get admitted or something. Remember how they always told us they have eyes everywhere? What if it was in places like this and like hospitals and police stations?! Places where those eyes would matter.”

Eva’s brow furrowed in concern, “If she even thinks we’ve opened our mouths, we’re dead anyway cunt…”

“We have to get out of here, I don’t know about you but clothes make me feel more naked than being naked these days.” Eva cracked a smirk, “Which means, we need to know what we’re up against, we’ve met the doctors and I saw a nurse and met the warden…you missed out on something there, I don’t think I want to cross that woman, she scares me and fascinates me just a little.”

“I want you to at least look like you’re eating, fake doing it or throw it up later or something. Something that will stop McNair from force feeding you, I don’t want her to do that because god only knows what she’ll try to give you.”

Eva’s eyes shifted to the window, to the setting sun and a little bell tinkled within the halls of the Asylum. Eva went to the door, frowning as she threw it opened and looked out at the masses of women putting things away and making their way down the hall in one general direction.

“Hey! Ummm…” Fuck, what was her name again?!

“Melody!” The dirty woman with the paint and spaghetti stained T Shirt and lengthy dreadlocks looked over at her and smiled with her broken teeth before sauntering over to Eva.

“Yesssss?” She asked with a smile.

“Hey, where’s everybody going?” Eva asked.

“To the dining hall of course!” Melody giggled and then dropped her voice to a whisper, “But don’t eat the crab cakes!” She warned harshly before skipping off.

“What the hell is wrong with the crab cakes?” Eva muttered to no one in particular before she turned to Mayumi who was sitting still on the bed, “Dinner I guess. Wonder how they eat…crazy bitches.” Eva shook her head, “C’mon cunt. Let’s go make an appearance…” Eva finished apprehensively and stepped out into the hall, gripping Mayumi’s hand just a little too tightly.

As the bell interrupted the internal bickering inside her, the three 'sisters' groaned out simultaniously.
"Well.. atleast we share something aside from a body." "A revulsion for the need to be social" "I honestly don't know how they can force us to do this"
Jacky shrugged as she had managed to wriggle control over her body away from the two others. "Neither do I, but you know what happens when we don't show up." "MacNair" the two other sighed deeply.
"Indeed, so let's try and keep it as short and painless as possible." Jacky pleaded to Hillary in particular as she wrapped the dark green scarf around her shoulders. It was a dangerous thing to do, but it was one of the few personal items she still had left.

The short-temepered one snuffed. "Whatever Jacky. If it keeps MacNair of our back, then sure. She dared to smile to herself. "Thanks Hill."
It wasn't often that Jacky smiled, the constant bickering and differing opinions and goals had drained most of the joy from her life. If there was any joy to be found when you're locked up in a madhouse...

The next morning, Mayumi heeded Eva's words and ate her breakfast. She decided to follow Marisa, picking up the same amounts of the same things on her plastic tray, the foods that teddy liked best. Then she sat beside her. Marisa fussed with teddy long enough that Mayumi could switch their meals without anyone noticing. So if anything had been added to her food, it would be Marisa who felt the effects. Mayumi did feel very guilty about this but her loyalties to Master, Eva and La Trinacria were unswerving. The other bonus she discovered was that if she was eating, nobody tried to make her interact socially. Mayumi therefore took a long time with her food, ensuring she was the last person at the table, except for Alicia who appeared to be building sandcastles with her oatmeal. Mayumi couldn't eat quickly after such a long period of starvation anyway, so that part wasn't even really contrived.

Throughout the meal her eyes constantly slipped over to where Eva sat. Being so close to and yet so far from her sister was torture. Mayumi couldn't look to Eva as her alpha except for stolen moments like yesterday's, when she had been slapped for considering suicide. Mayumi didn't believe for a minute that their Master needed her. He had never needed anyone. There were things that he wanted and Mayumi had been one of them but if anything happened to her he wouldn't pine and wail. He'd probably get very drunk, abuse Eva and then get straight back in touch with La Trinacria for a replacement the next morning. Mayumi was beginning to crave abuse, especially since she had eaten a whole meal. Fuelling her body properly seemed to remind it of what it had been built and raised for.

Once Eva had left the table however, dropping her napkin and sauntering away with that air of hers, as though she had better things to do. After a long, wistful look at her retreating ass, Mayumi turned her attention to Alicia's mud pies. The laws of physics seemed to be frustrating her... limiting her might be a better term. Mayumi was skittish of direct eye contact because the people here were volatile but Alicia's industriousness kept drawing her gaze, making her wonder what the girl was seeing in her own mind's eye.

Celestine~Up and at 'em

The alarm started blaring it's annoying wake up call at 545. One hand shot out and smacked it quiet while the body that hand was attached to, tried to force itself up. It took a while. Not that anyone would have noticed, nor cared. Celestine would be at work, on time, like always. She didn't know HOW to get up late. She had a schedule, dammit.

By 7, she was dressed for her morning workout. The Asylum didn't require her presence until 9 but she needed that hour for her morning ritual. The heavy bag, the speed bag, the weights. Anytime she missed a day, her body hated her and no matter how she tried? It didn't feel right. A passing thought. 'Is that OCD behavior, I wonder?' The warden shook her head, grabbed her bag and headed out into the early morning sunshine. Within minutes, she was on the road and on her way to work.

She pulled up to the compound that comprised the asylum proper at half past 7. She had made it in time to do the essentials and get ready for the day. As soon as she stepped out of the car, an invisible weight dropped onto her shoulders. 'Responsibility. Why have I never noticed how fucking heavy it is?' Another nonsensical thought. She chased it away and headed for the path to the gym.

By 9, Celestine had entered the building, dressed in her uniform, her stride loose limbed and relaxed. First stop~ the main station to check in and gather all the paperwork from overnight. Then it was on to the interoffice mailboxes. She checked her box, grabbed a few notes and turned away, her body moving on automatic. Celestine was seated behind her desk almost before her brain had caught up to the rest of her.

There were no patients wandering around this early. Breakfast had come and gone and the guests had already eaten before returning to their rooms to prepare for another round of therapy, drugs and whatever else got them from point A to point B in the least amount of time. That was why Celestine never came up before 9. She wanted to avoid meeting the eyes of the lambs until she had gotten herself settled.

There was a big red mark on her calendar for today. Closing her eyes, she ran through what was expected. 'Oh right. State inspection. MacNair and Massacre. I know I warned them both. No need to stress. Not your problem. Their problem.' Finally, 10 o'clock. The Warden was IN.

Flickering flashes, blushing bead of sweat, time that stood still for what seemed like forever.

If Shannon didn’t know any better she would have only been slight less mesmerized by the women in front of her. The shuttering breath that came just before warmth encased her finger. She had never been one for having her fingers licked but this, this was entirely different; soft tongue and grazing bite bordering on pain. Each sensation created matched the war of emotions playing on Tessa’s face, within the ghosts of her eyes, the grip of her fingers on Shannon's hips.

Finger parted company with almost shivering lips. Shannon's hand stayed suspended, neither retreating nor going forward.

“There are always secrets, always more secrets. No one wants to know them. Always leaving.”

To watch, to feel this woman almost shatter brought blood to the surface of her skin almost more fiercely than the heated breath at her ear.

But careful, the shatter could go terribly wrong.

“Please...stay...”

Her hand glided past Tessa’s face, a quick trail and her fingers embedded in the hair at the back of her head. Holding as tightly as teeth held Shannon's lobe.

Moments, so many, so few she held her there, suspended. Here eyes closed. All of her attention on Tessa's breathing, her heartbeat she swore she could hear whispered in each of those breath caught sounds. Those little rushes. She could almost imagine, almost hear the chorus voices with those breaths.

Shannon wondered whom was in charge. Whom she had in her hands. Which woman this was. She had never seen Tessa anywhere close to this frazzled nerve. But... Her micro expressions hadn't changed, she still smelled the same, sounded the same... All Tessa just softer. Could it truly be that. That it was Tessa and she had simply just given in to a moment.

A smile melted into place. Her hand pulled, bending Tessa's head back so Shannon could see her eyes. That was where she couldn’t hide. Where the others flickered so closely. They all must love this room because they all seemed to fight for window space, to see through Tessa's eyes. She wondered if they had the same effect on the woman’s skin, her nerves... Did they flicker unseen?

“There is nothing simple about you, is there? Like an orchestra, well conducted, controlled precision, all those major and minor parts played out in perfect harmony."

"Vibrato in flesh form.”

Shannon could feel Tessa’s fingers tighten and claw at her hip. She didn’t care. It was another part of the harmony.

Taking steps, the wall contacted her hand in Tessa's hair. She didn’t want to let her head go. To let it unbend, to remove her eyes from the others. Her other hand slipped up brushing lips with fingertips. Eyes devouring the face, the form. The back of nails slipped along her jawline, curling, pressing dragging down her throat. Only to stop and tips press the strong thumping spot that provides the life blood to mind she wanted to get into.

“Do they bleed in harmony? Do they cry out in unison? Do you flicker little firefly? Does one feel all and some feel naught but whispers and echos?”

Fingers departed only to be replaced by lips.

That pulse.

Shannon shuttered as it beat against her pressed lips, against her tongue tasting it. So fast, so strong. Thigh slipped tween thigh pressing her to the wall. Moan echoing tentative moan. Hands sought hands, lacing, dragged up the wall to rest white knuckled above her shoulders.

Small kisses flowed freely, covering her throat, her jaw her chin, her full bottom lip. Sharp white teeth claiming it. Shannon paused, knowing as soon as the pressure of her teeth let up she would taste all that is Tessa spilling so slowly into her mouth. She paused so she could acutely hear Tessa's whimper over her own pounding heartbeat, over her own pant... over her own tremble.

And surface it did. Fast drops tween teeth. Resisting the urge to rip at its source her nostrils flared and lips closed. Shannon's tongue traced every millimeter of flesh, finding, licking, sucking coppery fire. Until the flow ebbed and her purring voice found itself whispered between exploring touches of lip to lip.

“You say no one wants to know your secrets, that they always leave. I cannot prove to you that I wont. Only time can prove that to you. But I do, I want to know secrets. I already know so many. I want to know more. I crave to know more. To experience more. To see more. I want to know how each one feels. How each one of you screams and shatters. How each one tastes.”

Shannon didn’t know if words would follow the sound that came from Tessa's mouth but she didn’t ask a question she wanted answered. She didn’t wait for a reply. She wouldn’t be here in this room uninvited, unwanted and unwilling. Lips farther claimed lips and breath. Tasting both and delving deeper. Tongue mirroring the slow crawling nerves of rocked hips, slipping thigh, trembling stomach, tingling breast pressed to heaving breast.

She could feel breath shutter in her mouth but the body breathing it was slipping down the wall...

Shannon tore herself away, pulling Tessa by both hands, kicking off squeaking shoes. Keeping the girl moving without falling till she tumbled them both in tangles in the oversized leather chair. Panting and hungry she watched Tessa's face flicker.

Reaching out she touched it, feathering touches all over her face while body parts entwined and got less uncomfortable. She wanted to be right here. Here exploring this creature in woman’s skin. Here listening to all she would say in the light of her screens. Here till here was no more...

And static took its place over thundering heart. Cold linoleum where warm body embraced. Where day light could not enter. In this room, on this floor... wondering if all that had happened was real, if all that was said she really did hear.

Answering that plea to stay granted her what seemed like a dream as she awoke alone on the pristine floor.

There in the bed, that slumbering form, his breaths deep in sleep, long red fingernails slid over those raw lips. Lips that had accosted every inch of her titillated body. He groaned and rolled over, she smiled, stood and finished the buttons on her blouse, the tight black pencil skirt gliding over her curves like it was painted on. Trista pulled her hair back quickly and deftly applied makeup, finishing it off with a deep red lipstick that matched her nails. Another soft smile for the mirror as she contemplated the man in the bed.

Trista was definitely getting tired of men. It was time for a woman, time for the moans from a gentler sex to caress her ears. She was tired of the smash and grab attempts from men to get her off. It's true that she did, in fact, cum all over the slavering idiots from time to time, but she was ready for... something dangerous. Good thing she had the perfect dangerous creature in mind. Dark, dangerous, real and quick. Trista, in spite of herself, shivered.

The carpet quieted her footsteps into the bathroom, while she filled up a cup with cold water. A small sip, while she walked back into the bedroom and stood over the man, he rolled away as she pulled the sheets from his form. Trista smiled then, he was a gorgeous man, and there was definitely a reason to fuck him consistently other than just business.

"Wake up, lover..." the words were soft as the water from the cup rained down upon the head of the man. He sat up, sputtering, coughing and screaming.

"Hey! Wha-?!" He glanced at her, "Okay, so I slept over. But you're so damn hot, I couldn't-" He reached out to her, and she finished off pouring the water on his to stop him.

"Be good. Get dressed Mr. Dresden. You have a facility to inspect today. I expect that my warden," this word made Trista grin, "my warden, is already waiting for you. I expect a good rating, and the customary government funding to follow it. Or my darling..." She grinned almost daringly into his green eyes. "Or I suppose we will renegotiate this little arrangement into a threesome, perhaps include your wife?"

Mr. Dresden sputtered jumping out of bed, and hurriedly got dressed. Trista, watched him, keeping her arms folded, then she walked past him, grabbed her case and things for the day.

"Lock when you leave, I'll see you in an hour, lover." Jumping into her little convertible, she shoot out of her garage and headed to Massacre. She immediately forgot the man, and thought happily, of all her girls.

Interlude: Voices

It would be strange if there were no voices here.
Voices in their heads.
Voices wandering the halls.

Constant.

Echoes.

Foolish ones follow them.

Follow the echoes.

Not forward. That would be pointless.

Backwards. Backwards means something.

Backwards goes somewhere.

Backwards goes into wetness and sharp teeth and the sounds you need but bring only terror and loss.

Backwards go the foolish ones.


The night shift has it worse, of course. The day brings sounds to blanket the voices.

The siren song becomes background static.

At night, though.

They lose at least one nurse every few months. Oh, they know where she is. They try to convince her to stay, but she's shaking and can't sleep and bursts into tears randomly.

No, she must go.

She fears the voice will follow her.

Foolish.

It doesn't have to follow her.

She invited it in. It lives with her.


Janey likes the voices, talks back to them.

They share stories no one else knows. They drip a kind of sweat that falls slowly onto a tonguetip.

And sometimes...

Sometimes...

Together, they scream.

Night Terrors

There are scary places in the dark, not all of them -sometimes darkness is your friend; sometimes it’s not. Alicia awoke with a scream, cold sweat beading upon her young skin and soaking her nightie. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be at all, she was safe here, locked away in her father’s stone fortress. It was supposed to be safe, but her trembling body contradicted her desperation. One cannot deny terror.

She’d felt them for a while now, skulking through the walls. The sounds of their movements almost palpable against her skin. They came from the cracks, places where the mortar between the stones had crumbled and disappeared, where chill drafts seeped between their world and hers.

“No.. no.. no..” she begged and dived under the cover, pulling her cat with her, “Quick, Chester,” she urged, “inside!” Cat and girl huddled together under the blanket’s magical protection, fearful ears taking in every sound. It was there, filling the room.. raspy breath marking its inexorable approach as moment by moment it closed the distance until the acidic sizzling of dripping saliva announced it directly over head. She tried not to scream, “don’t move,” she told herself, “don’t even move, dont breath, dont make a peep!” Silently her tears added to an already drenched pillow.

At seven thirty the lights came on. Time had not passed and her eyes had been held shut too tightly to permit sleep, yet there it was, the cold buzzing of the magical torches. Breakfast would be announced soon and somehow the young girl had been spared- again. It had been the same story for a week now, every night the creature came to her, every night she dove under the covers. Where was Auntie Mcnair? Auntie McNair always made things better...