Page 31 of Asylum
Who the fuck does she think she is?
“If I wanted your opinion, Nurse Carter, I’d ask for it. Leave the room, now.” I point towards the door.
She hesitates for a moment, not leaving until I’ve flipped the switch, ensuring the power is turned off.
I really need to kill that cunt.
The door closes and I return my attention to Olivia. She lies motionless, the infuriating smile long gone and my chest loosens. Pressing two fingers to the side of her neck, her pulse is weak, but it’s still there.
You took it too far.
Lifting her eyelids, I’m startled by what I find. Multiple blood vessels have ruptured; the whites of her eyes littered with crimson lines.
Fuck.
I’ll have to do some research to see if she’s going to heal on her own, or if she’ll need to see an ophthalmologist. I have zero interest in trying to explain that to Halstead. He’d be more concerned about why I give a fuck if her vision is damaged. He’d soon let her suffer.
As I unbuckle the straps on the chair, she slumps forward, and I move quickly to catch her before she falls. She weighs nothing as I scoop her into my arms, carrying her out of the room, down the hall. Nurse Carter steps to the side as I pass, her eyes cast downward.
“Return the equipment and sanitize the chair,” I say, realizing Olivia’s backside is dripping with urine.
Entering my office, I lay her on the leather couch, making a mental note to sanitize it once she’s returned to her room. Heading into the bathroom, I reach into the cabinet, pulling down a spare gown and panties. I’ve kept a few extra clothingitems for her in case of an emergency. Grabbing a few cleansing wipes from the drawer, I make my way back to my office.
Kneeling at her side, I pull the soiled clothing from her body. It’s awkward and her dead weight is inconvenient, but I make do. Spreading her legs open, I wipe the urine from her skin, ensuring she’s clean before putting on the underwear. Pulling her into a seating position, I slip the gown over her head, letting it fall down her body.
I sit back on my heels, wondering what the next step will be. There’s no telling what version of Olivia we’ll be greeted with when she wakes up. Until we know for sure, I’ll wrap her in a straitjacket. She’s going to be unconscious for a while, she won’t even know. I’ll instruct Nurse Carter to keep an eye on her vitals and alert me when she wakes up.
While I may have pushed the boundaries today, one thing remains the same. Olivia needs to learn a lesson. If shock therapy and needles won’t to the trick, I have no choice but to resort to deprivation therapy. I tried it on a small scale before, and it sent her into an episode the same day.
This time, I’m hoping it’ll be the catalyst that’ll finally shatter her mind. While I enjoy the challenge she presents, time is of the essence. My plan is constantly changing, adapting to her needs as they arise. I’m running out of options, and the time for games is over.
If Oliva doesn’t break soon, I’ll have to destroy her myself.
Iwoke up a few minutes ago, and I’m lying here, staring into the darkness.
My head is throbbing, but I try to piece things together. I’ve got nothing, no idea how long I’ve been out this time. I thought the bastard drugged me again when I tried to rub my eyes, and my arms wouldn’t move. Slowly, I realized they were bound as I began fighting the tight space pinning my limbs.
He trapped me in a fucking straitjacket.
My temples ache and burn from the shock treatment. I don’t remember much from the actual procedure, but my memories from the needles are still intact. While I may be actually insane, I can’t help but think my mind is protecting me. It’s keeping me from falling under Atlas’s spell again. Shock therapy should’ve scrambled my brain, especially the way he does it, but I haven’t lost myself this time.
I still fucking hate Atlas Stone.
He won’t be able to make excuses this time. It was his decision to torture me.His alone.
The canvas material is harsh against my skin, unforgiving and suffocating. Panic bubbles up at the restriction, and I begin counting, trying to chase away the claustrophobia closing in on me.
One. Breathe in.
Two. Breathe out.
Three. Stay calm.
Four. I’m okay.
Repeating it over and over, I tap my toes on the cot mattress, concentrating on the numbers and rhythm until I fall asleep hours later.
When I open my eyes, it feels like I’ve been asleep for days. I notice immediately the straitjacket is gone. I’m not sure how they removed it without waking me, but judging by the way I feel, I’m positive they sedated me while I was asleep.