Page 18 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

It has only been a few hours since I chained her ankle to his bed frame and he wanted twelve hours with her.

I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

I knew she was going to make it hell for him by the look in her eyes.

I mean she even tried to kick me in the face before I could even grab the cuff.

It took everything in me not to pin her to that floor and punish her, even if I should’ve expected it.

Alley just doesn’t know when to give up.

When I saw her in Baron’s office yesterday, I was a bit worried that she was going to give in just based on how she looked when she first sat down.

Her normally dark chocolate hair was still sopping wet, tangled from the natural wave, and looked as black as a crow.

The detached emotional swirl in her pretty eyes had me believing they got to her but definitely not the case.

Thankfully, all she did was toy with Baron and pissed off Vaughn.

Thank God for these full face purge masks or Vaughn would have definitely seen my murderous glare.

First, Baron’s hand went under her robe and his fingers touched the pussy that belongs to me.

Yes, I haven’t seen her in three years but what’s mine will always be mine.

No amount of time away from her will change that fact.

Second, when I found out that Vaughn got into the shower with her, I imagined shooting him right between the eyes.

She isn’t his claim so there was no reason for him to do that.

He is the last fucking person that needs to be near her, let alone touch her.

He nearly fucking drowned her because she gave him attitude.

Dude, she gives all of us an attitude; you aren’t special and you deserve every bit of it.

Fuck, we all deserve her attitude right now.

What surprised me though, Baron was actually honest with her and wasn’t putting on a facade like the other girls get.

He puts on this fake personality and gains their trust. Baron has never fingered any claim, right off the bat.

Come to think of it, he doesn’t fuck the majority of his claims. With the limited few he has, he makes them come to him.

Usually, Baron bides his time until the girls are on their knees begging for his mercy.

Not with my Little Monster though. No, instantly he finds his way inside her.

What is worrisome, is how forward he is with her, given who he is.

Sure, Baron is built like a Russian war machine and has the height to match but he isn’t a brute. He takes pleasure in psychological games, and he has perfected it over the years.

I mean the fucker went to college for his PHD in Psychology.

His methods can only be described as night terrors being turned upside down and fucked sideways by the Devil himself.

What is the most terrifying is that the majority of the time he doesn’t even have to touch his victims. Depending on which method he is using, the hallucinogenic he crafted will have the girls’ minds tearing itself apart.

Leaving him to sift through the pieces to get whatever he was looking for.

He does all this while appearing to be bored out of his mind.

Alley is definitely altering some things, specifically Baron’s cool demeanor.

Out of all the time I have been here, Baron is the only one I have never seen react out of anger.

He is the embodiment of deathly calm. Nothing usually phases him.

Not even Gunner’s blood lust in the real world bothers him, yet Alley does.

If she’s not careful, he will snap and I don’t want to see what that looks like.

“Doc,” Manny clears his throat.

“Yes,” Baron responds, glaring at him.

“You will have your next patient here soon,” he says slightly shifting.

I will give it to Baron, just one look from him makes you want a one-on-one with the devil instead. That mask of his just makes it worse.

“Oh, which patient?” Baron stands, fixing his cuffs.

“Nik’s current companion,” he supplies.

“Really now?”

If I could see his face, I would say he’s probably smiling like the demon he is. I can only imagine what sadistic scenarios are going on in his head right now. Unfortunately, the star of those scenarios is my Little Monster . If anyone breaks her into microscopic pieces, it will be him.

“Yes, Doc.”

“Well, darling.” He offers his hand to help the snivelling woman, and she gladly takes it. “Go back to your room and relax. We will pick this up again tomorrow.”

She nods and then bolts out the door straight into Carson’s arms. I don’t think that she was expecting him nor was Baron based on the frigid body language.

More than likely, Carson hacked into Baron’s computer while she was going on about how much she hated him.

Carson doesn’t like to be told that he is basically an asshole on more levels than one so he probably scurried his satanic ass down the hall just to grab her.

Because of her rant and the endless amount of names she called him, he is about to make her life a thousand times worse.

Shit, that sucks girl. Enjoy the fresh new hell you made for yourself.

I have no sympathy for these women. They should know better than to trust any captor. I swear half of them are in love with Baron, thinking he will be their savior.

Cheers to Stockholm syndrome!

“Manny, leave,” Baron orders, pointing at the other guard.

He swiftly exits, only to let the girl’s pathetic pleas fill the office.

It triggers my irritation to a high. Bitch, you can only blame yourself.

Not one corner in this place is safe from prying eyes and open ears.

She has been here for a little less than eight months, she should know that by now.

I am not completely insensitive. I do have a heart.

I feel for Libby, Piper, and a little for Annie.

Libby’s situation is unfortunate, her boyfriend got pissed that she went to a Shinedown concert without him.

He went to her alcoholic abusive father.

He had delivered people for the other building, so he pulled the contract on her.

Honestly, she would’ve been better in Purgatory.

It would have been a simpler death. To make matters worse, Baron took interest in her and claimed her.

Libby has been through more mind fuckery than anyone else in this place.

Piper, she is only 19 and was brought here when she was 16 years old with her sister by accident.

Her sister, though, didn’t even make it inside this hell.

She attacked Gunner, which sent him over the edge leading to him blacking out and killing her.

She was only taken because her sister wouldn’t let her go.

The dad who gave them the contract said fuck it and just told them to keep her.

Needless to say, Piper is paying for her sister’s selfishness.

Now Annie, as sad as it is to be sold by your own mother, that’s not why I feel for her.

No, it’s because Vaughn made her his claim.

Now it may not be as bad mentally like Baron, but Vaughn is the one most physical, but the poor girl never stood a chance.

She was his personal doll from day one. She has had more broken bones amongst other things than anyone here.

It’s no surprise that she listened to the people who said they would help her to get rid of him.

They vowed to protect her, only to let her be mutilated after her failed attack.

Again, you cannot trust your captors and their minions.

Annie showed them her weakness and they exploited it.

I have my suspicions on who was involved but no proof.

“How long has she been with Nikolas?”

“Only three hours,” I answer.

“Hmm,” he says, removing his mask. “So she brought him to the surface.”

“Doc?”

I know what he is talking about but it’s mostly a secret. I don’t think that Vaughn or Carson know.

“It’s been awhile since he has been out. What did he say on the walkie?”

“That someone needed to come get her before he killed her.”

“Hmm, so they both care.” He starts to chuckle to himself.

Fuck Little Monster !

“Doc, they?” I pry.

“Thinking out loud. So I assume Gunner is bringing her here?”

“Yes. ”

“Good,” He pats my shoulder and heads back to his desk. “This session is not going to end well.”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! For the love of God Alley, behave for once!

The door swings open revealing a battered Alley and a very amused Gunner.

I have to admit that the past three years have been good to her.

She exudes confidence and she has grown into her personality.

Not physically though. That infuriating woman would need to grow another two plus feet and be able to bench 300 pounds for that to be the case.

Alley is beautiful all the way around. Her calves are more toned than they were when we first met, that seamlessly accentuates her luscious thighs.

I bet that dress from the club still looks amazing on her.

Clinging to her slight hourglass shape and firm but supple ass.

Those short shorts do a nice job of showing it off.

The sports bra does a good job of hiding her plush pillow tits that fit so perfectly in my hands.

Though it does look as if they got a little bigger.

The plain black tank top does make her pale skin pop with the stark contrast and clings to her perfect love handles, because that is exactly what they are.

She still messes with it to try to hide her mom bod though, which pisses me off.

I know her bitch exes made her hate her body but I wish she didn’t let it get in her head.

She plops onto the couch and stares blankly into space.

Her dark amber eyes are usually swirling with emotion, but now they are dull, almost giving them a burnt almond color.

I’ve only seen her like this one other time, that is right after she had a night terror about two weeks into our time together.

She started to pace and talk to herself pulling on her hair hard.

3 years ago

I wake up to Alley pacing like her ass is on fire. I try to stand closer to her but not actually touch her. If she is sleep walking, I don’t want to wake her.

She starts to mumble to herself like she usually does even when awake. I haven’t yet asked her about it nor have I had Eagle pull her medical records. I want her to willingly tell me. I’m already keeping enough secrets from her, including my identity. I don’t need to add to that.

The more she talks the more her eyes drain of the color I have become so entranced by. She slips further and further into the darkest part of her brain. Suddenly she stops and starts to scream falling to her knees.

“Baby,” I kneel down, pulling her hands from her ears. “Talk to me.”

“It’s my fault,” she cries. “All of it! They would be here if it wasn’t for me. I wasn’t any help! I even got him killed.”

“None of it was your fault.” I try to console, but it’s not my strongest trait. Usually I am the one breaking, not consoling. I push people to this point to get what I want.

“I’m sorry!!”

She pushes past me and bolts to the kitchen of her apartment. About three days ago, I walked in on one of the episodes and she had a blade to her wrist arguing with whatever voices were in her head. She ended up talking herself out of it and spent the rest of the night cuddled into my chest.

I’m not about to have a repeat of that, so I sprint after her. For having such short legs, and being allergic to exercise, she can be fast when she wants to be.

“Alley, don’t you fucking dare,” I shout wrapping her in a bear hug causing her to drop the knife in the sink.

I’m aware this is not how you handle someone having some type of episode, but again this is not my wheelhouse.

So, it’s no surprise that she reacts by starting to have a full-blown panic attack as well.

“Calm the fuck down. You’re safe.”

She kicks me in the shin and headbutts my chin making me stumble backwards releasing her. She turns all of her destructive energy on me with her fists clenched and chest heaving.

That’s it baby, attack me.

Alley charges at me like a bull going for the red flag.

She starts to punch my chest, my gut, my face but I have to stop her when she goes for my groin.

Grabbing her ankle, I shove her backwards.

She stumbles and lands on her ass with a loud thud.

I am thankful she lives on the basement level or surely her neighbors would’ve called the cops.

She snarls and glares at me through her lashes.

Her irises have started to claim back my new favorite color that was robbed from them.

That’s it, come back to me, my Little Monster .

She jumps to her feet and lunges for me again. I pin her to the wall with one hand as she claws the shit out of my arm. Pulling out my phone I hit play on the playlist I made specifically for her. Her Bluetooth speakers start to play “Sound Effects and Overdramatics” by The Used.

What I noticed with Alley, especially after stalking her for a whole fucking year, her old emo music is what centers her. She focuses on the lyrics while tapping her foot to the beat. With the state she is in right now, she can’t do it for herself. So, I’ll do it for her and only her.

“She is all yours,” Gunner announces before he closes the door.

Alley still sits there quietly stroking her bottom lip with her pointer finger. She’s not registering that Baron is even speaking to her. No, she is lost in her own mind.

“Alley,” Baron says assertively. “What happened with you and Nikolas?”

Still nothing, but Baron keeps repeating until finally she snaps out of it. Her head snaps to him and her body jolts then relaxes. Now she is back to being herself, somewhat.