Page 15 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

Vaughn

My morning routine has always been the same after I left the military. Wake up at five, go for a run, eat breakfast, go a few rounds in the ring with Nik or another guy from my unit, and then shower. This isn’t any different except the added company. Nik joined me for my run and just stuck around.

He is acting normal but still something feels off.

He hasn’t really spoken since last night, which is strange.

Hell, he didn’t even acknowledge Carson.

I expect that from Baron and Gunner. They pretend he doesn’t exist the majority of the time, but Nik will at least say hi.

It’s not like him to ignore someone. He hasn’t been like that since high school.

I know he is a little ticked about yesterday, which is understandable given our new little prisoner.

The girl does know how to make an entrance.

She also likes to touch what doesn’t belong to her.

That definitely needs correcting. Her entire fucking attitude needs correcting, and I would love to do it.

A little pissed I didn’t get the option to claim her.

“I have to go round up Baron’s patient,” I say, drying my hair with the towel.

“You are seriously sticking to this? Gunner might dismember you if you actually harm her.” Nik almost looks as if I kicked his puppy.

In a sense, I guess he could look at it like that since she acts like a rabid bitch.

As entertaining as it was to watch her fight him, her making him bleed pissed me the fuck off.

“Yes, we need to figure out how to tame her, unless you want to have another scar. Plus, Gunner hasn’t been able to kick my ass for years so he can try. “

“She’ll find out soon that I bite back. But I won’t stop you. Know this though, if he blacks out and beats the shit out of you, I am not helping. You will be on your own.”

“Deal, but don’t tell him just yet, yeah? He just got back from collecting this morning and I’m not sure what mood he is in.”

“Done.” He agrees, storming out.

I grind my teeth together as he slams my door. I should kick his ass just for that. Both of them have anger issues that they need to sort out, and Baron is no fucking help in that category.

Pulling my shirt over my head, my door quietly reopens causing me to freeze for a second. I’m not in the mood for getting attacked a second time. Annie’s bullshit attempt was enough.

By the sound of shuffling feet, I know it’s my youngest brother.

Carson never learned how to pick up his feet no matter how many sessions he had with Melinda.

I asked him why he didn’t stop after I had to pick his broken body from the shed floor.

He said he didn’t do it because Gunner said it was adorable.

If he knew why Gunner told him that he would have rethought doing it.

“She’s up,” he says. “She didn’t fall asleep until about a couple of hours ago.”

“What was she doing?”

“Pacing the room and she did throw one of the lamps at the full length mirror. Luckily it’s not real glass so it didn’t break.”

“And the other?”

“She slept until about two in the morning. She woke up screaming and crying. Then Alley went to comfort her and they both fell asleep cuddled up.”

“Where is Alley now?”

“She just finished with breakfast. Then she is scheduled to shower.”

“I’ll take her to the showers.”

“Oh,” Carson finally goes from business to devious.

“Not like that, Carson, she’s not mine. I just want to take her directly from the showers to Baron without incident.”

“Oh,” he says disappointed.

“But don’t give her clothes, just a robe.”

I wink ushering Carson and myself to the hallway.

I lock my room before we head our separate directions.

After Annie broke in, I have kept it locked if I am not in there or I’m sleeping.

I am still not sure who helped her escape her room and get to mine without getting caught.

She wouldn’t give up the traitor during our little talk, so I dealt the only punishment necessary.

A few days ago

“Who helped you?” I get in her tear-streaked face. She’s been nonstop sobbing since I started this interrogation and I’m done with it. She’s only doing this to herself.

In this place, there is no tolerance for stubbornness. She should know that by now. As she is my claim. She knows how I am about this shit.

Annie was an interesting contract. Usually the payors are men.

The contracts are usually daughters, step- daughters, nieces, ex-girlfriend, ex-wife or mistress that they sentence to hell.

We do get the occasional payor’s girl’s best friend.

Jealousy is a dangerous emotion. Annie, though, it was her mom who contacted me personally.

She thought her husband wasn’t giving her the attention because he wouldn’t stop boasting about Annie’s accomplishments.

Annie was in her freshman year of college and was paving her way.

Straight A Student, in theater, a science major, with a minor in mathematics.

I was shocked when her mom begged me to make it a 3 year contract and paid me in full.

I thought mothers and daughters were supposed to have the strongest bond, but what do I know?

She stays silent minus the soft cries.

When Annie first came here, she had a little fight.

She tried to escape Gunner a couple of times before we got her to intake.

The little kitten bit his cheek and then head butted him when he got her out of the trunk.

It was pretty entertaining honestly, except if he’s pushed too much he snaps.

Since he didn’t hurt her in any way and just threw her at my feet, it’s safe to say that he was only getting a little aggravated.

The red wasn’t encompassing his vision. The time before that though, it got so bad he killed one of the girls he was bringing to us.

I wasn’t too thrilled but it got her younger sister to cooperate.

“Annie!”

“I never saw their faces.” She cries harder.

“Shh.” I lean down, gently pushing her auburn hair away from her face. “It will all stop if you tell me.”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“Little Kitten,” I tisk, walking to the knives hanging on the wall. “Do you expect me to believe you don’t know who helped you try to kill me?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“I don’t believe you, little kitten,” I sigh. “You have one last chance to tell me or I will put you in your worst nightmare.”

I know all about her worst nightmares. That is mainly thanks to Baron.

He might be completely deranged but he can convince anyone that they are safe with him.

Most of the women that have come through here, have gravitated towards him as if he will save them.

He is a Master manipulator, and doesn’t have much of a conscience.

That is why we chose him to be the therapist and require them to have an hour session daily. It’s a bonus too that he went and got a psychology degree as well. I wouldn’t say it’s helpful for the girls though.

“This place is my worst nightmare.”

That’s not entirely true. Her worst nightmare is living in the dark, not being able to speak, and losing someone she loves, which is pretty basic if you ask me.

To prove those were her worst fears, I put them to the test the eighth time she went to solitary. I gagged and blindfolded her. Solitary is a week-long sentence. By the third day she was begging to be let out, but instead I had Nik bring her roommate in, Michelle.

Michelle was three days away from her contract being over, so we could be a little more aggressive with her.

Michelle wasn’t anyone’s claim so honestly it didn’t matter.

I wanted to be the one to fuck with Michelle but Nik stepped in after she tried to gauge my eyes out. She paid a hefty price for that stunt.

When Nik was balls deep in Michelle’s ass, Annie snapped and tried to run. I stripped her down and made her precious Michelle eat her out while Nik finished getting his rocks off. After that, we left both of them hogtied, naked and crying. They needed time to recoup.

We came back two days later, I untied Annie but then chained her to the hook on the wall. We redid our assault on Michelle. Well it was mostly Nik because again the bitch tried to kill us. Then I had Carson set her on fire, after Nik bolted.

I watched Annie shake uncontrollably while sobbing as Michelle’s screams ricocheted off the walls. Annie couldn’t cover her ears and her imagination had to fill in the blanks since she was still blindfolded. It was a delicious victory.

After Michelle’s screams had finally stopped and the fire was slowly going out, I left her body in there with Annie. The final day I brought Annie out and she never acted up again.

“Who was it?”

“FUCK YOU!”

Such a stupid girl, no one is worth this much protection. I really did try to start off easy with her punishment. I held back when I whipped her, but she just screamed in pain.

It only irritated me. She knew this was coming and yet she still cries and screams. Women are so dramatic.

Then I tried burning her with the end of my cigarette yet she still just kept screaming and not answering.

I even had Nik come in and help. He broke three of her fingers and her left arm.

Still she didn’t give us anything. Once she tried to bite my dick off, I snapped.

I resorted to the classic torture methods and she has talked a little. Nothing of value though.

“Little kitten,” I say, turning towards her, holding a small scalpel in my hand. “Time’s up.”

Her eyes widen as I stalk towards her. Bringing the scalpel to her glossy pale green irises, she starts to scream.

This is your own fault, toots.

“Good Morning ladies,” I boom entering the dining area.

All the girls by now recognize my voice so they all keep their heads down. A couple even start slightly shaking in place, which brings a smile to my face.

Good they should be scared.