Rated M for heavy gore and smut

1

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked bluntly. I stared at him unbothered by his outburst. His name is Eddie Gluskin, a patient at Mount Massive Asylum for the Criminally Insane. He was a tall, man with a muscular build in swooping black hair.

"My name is Kala." I merely replied gently watching him from across the white room. He scowled as he looked me over. I knew of what he did to women. I knew he was not well. Now he barked out a laugh.

"Another whore come to mock me, huh, come to lead me on? Well I must say, I have never caught the interest of a beautiful chocolate bunny such as yourself." he purred wickedly. I nodded surprised I had kept my composure so well, but when you grew up with an insane mom, you aren't as surprised. Eddie looked me over, vibrant blue eyes faking interest. "So why are you here?"

"I am a volunteer… my job depends on you." I replied. His dark brows pushed together in confusion.

"Volunteer?" he asked, and I nodded.

"My job is to listen to you." I replied. "You tell me your thoughts; you tell me what you're feeling and all I do is listen." That's it. No tricks. Jeremy Blair hired there of us to come in and just sit with the… patients, while restrained of course, to see how they react to someone who is not like them, to prepare them for some therapy. Mr. Blaire would not go into detail. Eddie laughed wildly, his hands cuffed behind his back and bolted into the ground below. He was in a orange jump suit with some black numbers written on the back.

"Oh the doctors are tricky, very tricky! They saunter a very gorgeous woman in front of me thinking I don't see past you! I know you're just a slut looking to reject a nice guy!" he suddenly snarled. I blinked now and looked down.

"If only that were true. I've never been in a relationship before… you're probably way more experienced than I am." I replied calmly still. He snorted.

"You? Never dated?" he asked with disbelief. "Now that I do not believe. How old are you?" I lifted my head some.

"Not polite to ask a woman's age or weight." I replied and he grinned.

"Of course where are my manners? How about we both say our ages at the same time, so then we both know about each other." he mused. I shrugged.

"Okay. One… two… three… twenty-six."

"Thirty-six." he replied along with me. His eyes flashed brightly. "A beauty so young and unmarried! Do you have children?" I shook my head. Now he looked me over a frown flashing quickly over his features.

"So what have you done that makes men no want you?" he asked. What have you done to make women not want you?

"I have done nothing." I replied and his frown darkened so quick I tensed visibly from it.

"Or is it because you're a whore who doesn't know how to be loved? Why would I want to talk to a filthy slut like you?" he asked lowly. I looked down in submission.

"If you wish to stop talking just say so. I can go talk to someone else." I replied. Like Richard and Victor, two very dangerous cannibalistic twins who have not yet decided if they wished me dead. Their background is unknown, but from what I remember from them, they had parents and lived somewhere in the south. They were hidden from the world by their parents while they hunted, killed and ate many travelers that stopped at their parent's motel.

"She doesn't scare easy." Richard.

"How unusual." Victor.

"She's the color of chocolate." Richard.

"It's been a long time since we tasted chocolate." Victor.

"Should we kill her?" Richard.

"Maybe her insides are gooey like chocolate." Victor.

"Let's give her a chance." Richard.

"Mm yes." Victor.

"I'm curious of her." Richard.

"As am I." Victor.

After letting them speak their thoughts and staring at me, as if waiting for my to speak, I merely asked the twins what they liked and they were back on a long conversation of the different organs they liked to eat.

Why would anyone ever volunteer for a crazy job like this? Well maybe this was a way to help my community, or so I thought.

"Fine go ahead and leave like all the other sluts." Eddie said leaning back into the chair and looking away with a huff. I thought about his words for a moment.

"If that is what you want." I replied moving to get up.

"What you think I want to be alone! You think I want to be betrayed over and over again by you whores!" he yelled. I paused in mid-rise.

"Well which is it Eddie do you want me to go or do you want me to stay?" I asked and he just stared at me, the wheels in his head turning now as he thought.

"If I say to stay, we can talk?" he asked. I stared at him for a moment and nodded.

"About whatever you want." I replied.

"Promise?" he asked. I nodded. He winced some leaning back in his chair.

"No one's ever wanted to talk before- not like these doctors who keep trying to talk about…" he paused and shook his head looking back at me. "Stay." I sat back down and just gave a soft smile.

"Tell me what makes you smile?" I asked. He just stared at me for a moment looking down at the ground before nodding. And at that moment, Eddie became one of the patients I enjoyed speaking to. He liked talking about the future he just knew he was going to have. He wanted to get married and have lots of children. He wanted a legacy; he wanted the name Gluskin to carry on forever. He spoke and I just smiled and nodded asking some questions here and there, so he knew I was interested.

I was interested in what all of them had to say when I sat there. I was a blank slate with each and every one of them to be molded and blended to their minds, so they did not see me as a threat. I was only allowed Eddie and the brothers. The other volunteers had patients they couldn't discuss with me as I couldn't discuss with them.

Once the familiar ringing of the bell over our heads rang, we knew our time together was up. I looked at Eddie and he glared at the ceiling upon hearing the bell.

"It appears our time is over today Eddie." I replied slowly getting up. He leaned forward.

"Will you come back?" he asked almost in a desperate tone. I looked at him as I dusted off my beige jump suit.

"If that is what you want." I replied and he nodded quickly.

"Yes… I like talking to you, my chocolate bunny." he teased. My cheeks burned happy I he was not as angry as he was when we first met, but I still knew he couldn't be underestimated. I knew behind his eyes, there was still a psychotic animal inside. But even animals need to talk to someone.

But one day, when I came back to volunteer, I was stopped by a security guard inside. He told me Eddie's therapy had begun and that I couldn't see him today. I couldn't see Victor or Richard either. It was like this on all my scheduled visits.

I blinked confused finally wanting answers. I had been speaking with Eddie and the twins for only a month and a half and to not be able to see them annoyed me.

"I don't understand. Am I no longer employed here then?" I replied.

"Look, you just aren't needed today. Gluskin is with some of the doctors going through his… therapy treatment, you don't need to see him anymore. If you want go to Mr. Blaire's office and ask to be reassigned to someone else." he said with annoyance, and I winced before nodding. The guard let me pass and I walked down the familiar halls vaguely remembering where Mr. Blaire's office was. A blaring noise from above made me jump suddenly and I looked up to see red lights flashing all over me. I was then pushed out of the way and I hit the wall as I saw lines of security guards running down the halls yelling out.

"Code red! We have a code red! The patients are loose!" one of them yelled. Immediately gun shots were rolling off in the distance and my eyes widened as I turned and started to sprint down the hallway only to stop as I noticed some men running ragged through the hall. They were indeed patients, tearing up anything they could get their hands on. Without thinking I moved to the first door to my right and gripped the handle. Shit locked! I couldn't be seen. Lord I did not want to be seen. I turned and took off running the opposite direction, jiggling door handles before one opened. I went inside seeing it was an office and locked the door.

Just my luck this door had no lock on it. What office didn't have a lock on it! The alarm was blaring louder, and the gunshots increased. I grabbed the nearest chair and put it against the door handle before moving over to the desk. Was there anything I could use as a weapon? I rummaged through the desk drawers and found nothing but pens and not pads and a little personalized flashlight which I grabbed before crouching under the desk. I had to hide until the guard's got everything under control. My heart was racing, and I was out of my mind scared. My hands moved to pockets for my cell phone. Shit, they were taken when I came in.

POP! POP! POP! I jumped and covered my mouth feeling tears stream down my face. Oh no. What do I do? What can I do? I heard yelling and crazy shouting coming from all over. How did this happen? What was making this happen? I felt I would pee jumpsuit right then and there. But I remained still praying no one was curious enough to try and barge in here. And then that's when it happened, the lights went out. I whimpered now, the calm façade I was used to giving had finally fallen as memories of being locked in a dark closet flooded my mind. That's how my mom forced me to get over my fear of the dark. Or so I thought.

"No. Please God no." I cried out weakily.