Page 11 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

All I can do is start laughing at the ridiculousness of what he just said.

He has to be joking, right? They are treating it like this is the psychiatric ward at a not so credible hospital.

I hated nearly every ward I was in but participated because the end result was getting to leave.

Whereas here, it’s so the daily punishment isn’t severe?

! Ha, I think my definition of severe and their definition are vastly different.

“Something funny, Little One,” he questions stepping forward. He instantly confirms my suspicions he served. The stiff authoritative stance he has proved it and reveals that he held a high position. Still not sure which branch though.

“Yes actually,” I clear my throat. “I am not playing doctor/patient with any of you.”

“Pay up.” Sebs holds out his palm towards Phantom. Jason snorts, shaking his head.

“Fuck off, G,” Phantom snaps, swatting Sebs palm away.

G?

“Listen up smart ass, you will do as you’re told, abide by our rules, and when you speak to me you will address me as Sir,” Phantom barks.

“Just like you calling me master,” Sebs adds winking.

“Jesus, seriously,” Jason speaks.

“See, I prefer to call you both dickhead 1 and dickhead 2, so until I decide otherwise I’ll stick with those,” I state. Sebs is in my face within seconds.

Fuck, they move fast for being giants.

“What did I say about name calling, Little Devil,” Sebs or G, I guess, warns. The tone of his voice lets me know I am pushing my luck and patience is wearing thin. “Try again.”

“I need you to jog my memory, it’s been a long day,” I smirk. He squeezes the curve of my right hip, digging into the fresh bruise. I try to hold the cry in but he pushes more until I whimper in pain.

For the love of all that is holy, stop fucking taunting them!!

“That’s enough, Alley,” Sebs orders, before releasing my throbbing hip and returning to his relaxed stance by the counter.

“You done, G,” Jason asks. Sebs nods in response but is still glaring at me.

Why do they keep calling him G? Is that his first initial of his actual name?

I look up through my lashes taking his attire in.

G.. G.. G.. wait…

“Holy shit. Does G stand for ghost, like in Call of Duty,” I snicker. “I knew you were obsessed with the game, but like come on Sebs, even you can admit that is weird?”

This coming for the girl who literally drools over COD cosplayers!

And got off to a dream about COD.

He doesn’t need to know that.

Hypocrite.

Shut up!

“Sebs?” Phantom looks confused.

“How much did you two talk in that car,” Jason asks.

“It’s actually G for Gunner,” a Russian voice answers.

The deep gravelly tone, I swear, can only come from the depths of hell.

My blood turns to ice as his dark menacing aura engulfs me the closer he gets, while what can only be described as a demon stands behind me.

He rests his finger on my neck, or more specifically my carotid artery. “Gunner, this is the girl.”

“What girl,” Phantom demands looking between the two.

“Hmm, I now understand,” he says, slowly stroking my neck.

“Understand what,” I growl, trying to move my head away from him.

“Now, now stay still,” he tuts, placing his free hand on my other shoulder to keep me still. His finger goes back to stroking my pulse point.

“What girl,” Phantom repeats.

“Wait, this is her,” Jason exclaims. “This is that one?”

Gunner just nods, keeping his eyes trained on me.

“What fucking girl,” Phantom repeats, his annoyance palpable.

No one answers, but all just stare at me.

“Someone want to fill me in,” Phantom snaps.

“Later,” the demon behind me answers. His stroking stops and he adds a little pressure as if he is measuring my reaction to this conversation by just my pulse.

“Now, let’s move this along shall we. Alley, in front of you is Vaughn and you will call him Sir.

To your left is Nikolas, you can call him Beast. To your right, well that’s Gunner, whom you are already more than acquainted with.

He has decided for you to call him master, oddly enough.

And I, Kukla, am Baron. I am the therapist you will report to and you can call me Doc.

” The way he introduces them may sound innocent enough but there is a threatening undertone to it. Not sure what the threat is, though.

Also, what does ‘Kukla’ mean?

Do we want to know?

Not personally.

“And blue mask,” I ask.

“That’s Carson. You will not be seeing him much, but you can address him as Carson.”

“I’d rather not call any of you anything,” I snap, trying to get away from him, but his grip only tightens, pushing into a bruise on my collarbone. I wince, hoping it was discreet enough, but judging by the giggle from Gunner? I’m going to go with it’s not.

“That is not an option,” Nik states. “The only option you have is to follow the rules and do as you are told.”

“That’s going to be a hard pass, and there is always more than one option, buttercup,” I retort.

“By all means, enlighten me then,” Nik says, sounding more than annoyed.

“Well option 1- I label y’all asshole one through five, which by Vaughny Vaughn’s expression that’s a no go. Option 2- since this is not the military, I could just call you by your names. Which again seems like a no go. So that leaves, option 3, which is my personal favorite..”

I pause to let the snarky smile light my face as I finish, looking in Nik’s hollowed out eyes. Lowering my voice, I say, “I tell you disrespectfully to go fuck yourself.”

Nik rips off his mask and gets in my face. He wraps his giant tattooed hands on each one of my arms pushing them into the unforgiving metal of the chair. I have to bite my cheek to keep myself from letting out a pained groan. If Baron wasn’t holding me still, I would’ve probably reared backwards.

There is no doubt he is probably one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen.

Nik’s beauty was designed by Aphrodite herself.

Between his dark eyebrows and the fair beige complexion, his intense gray wide almond eyes pop.

It’s like watching molten silver swirling with the shadows of mismatched gray.

To complete this ideal specimen are plush pale pink lips with the perfect cupid’s bow, an aristocratic nose, and slightly oval face with an angular jaw that could cut glass.

The stubble that skitters across the bottom half of his face only enhances his features.

This guy could be the perfect early 2000’s heartthrob serial killer.

He reminds me of someone but I am not sure who.

It’s the void look in his eyes and the lethal energy rolling off him that are the only signs that he is more than unhinged. His body is completely rigid and his jaw keeps clenching and unclenching. Definitely indicating he is holding himself back.

A normal person would lower their gaze and submit.

Hell, they might even show signs of fear and he would back away knowing he won.

Not me though, nope I close the distance between our faces.

His lips slightly part as his breathing quickens.

I can smell the tobacco and mint on his breath pushing me to move closer to the intoxicating scent.

My intrusive thoughts kick in and I know this is going to make my situation worse but I do love to poke the bear.

No you love to stab it!

“Go ahead Pretty Boy, show me what you got,” I whisper. His eyes turn deadly as I dart my tongue out and run it along his bottom lip as I finally get a taste of him.

I swear your self-preservation switch is fucking broken. You are going to get us killed sooner rather than later.

Next thing I know, the hands touching my body disappear and my chair is being yanked backward while Vaughn throws Nik back, blocking him like a barrier between us.

Gunner abandons his relaxed position and stands back to back with Vaughn.

Gunner pulls the bandana down, and runs his hand through his light hair releasing an aggravated sigh.

Happy now, dumbass?

Solitary, here we come!

“Move Vaughn,” Nik shouts.

“Take a walk Nik,” He orders, pointing to the door.

“Move or I will go through you,” Nik threatens.

“I am not doubting you will do just that, big bro, but Little Devil here isn’t worth a full-on brother brawl.”

“She needs a day’s rest, given the state her body is in,” Baron adds. “Then she is all yours, but for now, walk away.”

His finger is back to stroking my pulse, but his unnerving aura has grown darker. Though there is a hint of amusement in his voice, which is strange.

“I’ll see you soon,” Nik promises, then he exits slamming the door behind him.

“G, get Mel in here to get her settled,” Vaughn sighs, turning towards us. “I am going to have to make sure he doesn’t go do something stupid.”

“Probably a good idea,” Gunner nods.

“But,” Vaughn grits. “One day is all she has to recover after that I will not hold him back.” He leans down to meet my eyes. “I will chain you to his bed for him to do whatever he wants to you. Understood?”

“Whatever you say Princess,” I smile.

For fucks sake, bite your tongue!

Without another threatening word, he leaves. I wish I could say I could take a sigh of relief but that is not the case. I’m still in here with the serial killer and a fucking Russian demon.

“See what I mean,” Gunner laughs.

“I do,” Baron says with a hint of amusement. His hand finally releases me and steps into view.

I am not sure what’s worse, him standing behind me or him in front of me. Fuck that mask is terrifying, especially on a mountain of a man. I didn’t get a good look at him before, but now I wish it stayed that way.