Page 26 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

Alley

I make sure that they stick around because they make me feel not so alone. They help me work through problems and keep me from letting my mania get out of hand.

Like what the absolute fuck?!

This is a roller coaster I want off of.

No shit.

What if we just give Baron what he wants? He is the most terrifying!

Fuck that! Did you not see Annie?!

“Both of you hush. I need a minute to think.”

Oh, so now you are finally going to think?

“Oh, fuck off Ember.”

Rude!

“Please both of you are giving me a headache. Raven’s right though, we don’t give Baron anything. ”

But he will only escalate.

“Then fucking let him. If he escalates, I escalate.”

Okay, so what about Gunner?

“I don’t know what Gunner’s deal is.”

What are we going to do?

“One issue at a time.”

Baron?

“Well for starters I’m not going to play any of Baron’s bullshit games.”

“Oh, but you are,” Baron’s voice echoes through the darkness.

Oh fuck! When did he get in here?

This is why I hate the dark.

I must have been so busy talking to them that I didn’t hear him come in.

I slowly try to look around, but unfortunately it’s so dark that I can’t make out anything.

I start to back up, hoping I can put my back to a wall so he can’t attack me from behind.

His dark laughter ricochets off the walls making it sound like it’s coming from all directions.

“Baron,” I say.

“Yes,” He answers. It sounds as if he is right in front of me, so I swing my hand out but it just goes against the air.

“Where are you,” I ask.

“Right here.” It feels as if he whispers in my ear. I swing my arm around but still nothing.

“Knock it off,” I shout.

“Why would I do that?”

“You truly are a fucking psycho.”

“I am not the one who is having a conversation with myself.”

“No, you are just the demon lurking in the dark.”

“Hmm, a demon?” His voice echoes off the walls.

I swear he is one.

Or Satan himself?

I’ll go with the latter.

“What do you want,” I yell, backing up more. I breathe a sigh of relief when I hit something solid.

“You.” His warm breath hits my cheek.

That’s not a wall!

“N-” I start to scream but his hand slams over my mouth and his arm bands over my middle holding me to his naked torso.

“No screaming or I will smash your voice box. Nod if you understand.”

I nod.

“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing my cheek. His hand moves from my mouth, only for him to wrap it around my throat. His touch is gentle, but he firmly places a finger on my pulse point. I know he can feel my rapid heartbeat.

“Baron.” I clear my throat.

“Who were you talking to?”

“No one.”

“You’re lying.”

“Baron, let me go.” I try to say with a calm, even voice.

“Kukla, we are going to play a game,” He states.

“Yeah, I am going to pass Jigsaw,” I laugh.

Oh my God, I fucking hate you!

“The only thing you will be calling me down here is God.”

“I’m pretty sure Satan is more fitting at this point.”

“I can live with that. Now for the game-”

“The one I am not playing.”

“You will play, or I will just strip you now and do what I want to do. Your choice.”

“I prefer the choice of you leaving me the fuck alone.”

The rumble of irritation in his chest vibrates through me, which is the only sign I get before his hand unlatches from my throat and the other is removed from my body only to grip the collar of my shirt and rip it down the middle. He slowly pulls the destroyed tank top off me.

“Run,” Baron orders, pushing me forward. I head towards the door. Hoping it’s unlocked and I can get away from him, maybe lock his ass in here.

The small window on the door slowly opens, causing me to stop within a foot of it. I look around but don’t see any sign of Baron or any movement until I am rammed from behind straight into the metal.

“Fuck,” I groan spinning around to face the pitch-black cell. I get a glimpse of his arm as he slinks into the light.

Holy Mother of God!

Can I lick him?!

OH MY GOD NO!!!

Baron is shirtless with a Greek god physique.

He looks like he was chiselled out of marble.

There is light brown hair that dusts his chest and torso, but the hair gets a shade darker under his belly button and disappears below his waistband.

The more he steps closer the more I get to see.

The black Under Armor basketball shorts strain against his muscular thighs, then stop mid knee to show toned calves.

To finish the look, of course the bastard is barefoot.

To avoid drooling over him more, I run my eyes to his left arm to get the full view of his tattoo.

The wires from each of the masks lead to being tied around each finger of a hand, imitating a puppet master.

The screaming faces within the smoke become more visible the closer they get to the hand, completing the sleeve.

It’s so detailed and intricate that it’s hard to look away.

He stops a few inches in front of me, smiling displaying perfectly white teeth and two very defined canines.

My breathing is teetering dangerously to hyperventilating, as I take him in. He is a specimen of deadly beauty. His presence mixed with his physique has me clenching my thighs to calm the ache radiating through my pussy.

Seriously?! You’re horny now??

Don’t judge Ember! This is a whole kink fantasy with a Greek God!

So.. Hades?

Both of you please shut the fuck up!

“Again,” he sinisterly laughs, backing up into the dark again. He is straight out of a fucking horror movie that I personally don’t want to be a part of. Instead of doing what I am told, I stay glued to the door.

“No,” I shout trying to spot his dark form, but nothing.

“My playground, my rules. You have until the count of three to run. If you don’t move after three, you forfeit and a new game will begin.”

“What new game?”

“Odin..”

“Baron!”

“Dva..”

“Oh, fuck this!” I slam the little window shut making it completely dark and dart towards where I think the back corner is.

“Tri,” his whispered word echoes in my head before my surroundings go silent.

Once I get in the corner, I slap my hand over my mouth and try to control my breathing.

The screech of the little door window opening causes me to jump.

When I look at it, he is nowhere to be seen.

I go to move along the wall when I run into his chest, knocking me to my ass.

I go to kick but just end up kicking air.

Where the fuck did he go?

I don’t want to play anymore!

“Boo,” He whispers, from above me before his presence disappears again. As I get to my feet dusting myself off, the window slowly shuts. The sound is like nails on a chalkboard.

“Fuck,” I whisper. I wrap my arms around myself rubbing them trying to stay warm.

“Try Again,” Baron boasts. I do but he is so quick. In no time I am again in his hold. He strips me of my shorts then I am knocked to the ground while he darts back into the darkness.

“Asshole,” I yell.

“Do you give up?” The smile in his voice is palpable.

“Never.”

“Your fight is admirable but pointless and only delaying the inevitable.”

“Which is what?”

“You are mine,” His demonic voice booms.

“Not in any fucking lifetime!”

I strain my ears to try to hear any sign of his movement.

He’s fucking smart for not wearing shoes or actual fucking clothing.

If the bastard was in his suit, I could hear the rustling of fabric.

Unfortunately, I cannot even hear him breathing.

Then again, he probably works out a lot and this is just child’s play to him.

Whereas my out of shape ass is literally dying.

“Did you know fear has a distinct scent?” His voice sounds further away. “Everyone’s slightly different but still recognizable.”

I slowly move along the wall. I try to just blend into the dark.

“Yours is intoxicating. Like the first spring rain mixed with burning wood.”

“Anyone ever tell you are fucking creepy?”

“Melinda did. Probably the reason she and her husband feared me.”

“Melinda is Gunner’s mom,” I ask, keeping crouched while walking along the wall.

“You’d be correct. Do you always hear voices?”

“What?”

“The ones you were talking to earlier. Raven and Ember?”

“I am not talking to you about this.”

“Answer Alley,” his voice comes from behind me. I jump up and run. His laugh fills the room like some insane creature locked in Dracula’s basement. No wait- the mother fucker is Dracula and I’m the helpless insane creature locked in his basement.

So we’re fucked.

Just kill us now.

Unfortunately, I am not actually a cat, I don’t have night vision, so as expected I run straight into a wall. I fall backwards but I don’t land on the floor. No, I am caught by Baron.

“Now,” he says, picking me up.

“Put me down!”

“Then answer the fucking question,” He whispers, licking the shell of my ear. His ability to sound calm is beyond disturbing considering how tense his body is mixed with his punishing iron grip. I’m pretty sure the devil hid under a rock so he could take over.

“Put me down and I’ll tell you.”

He does and I crawl away from him trying to find another wall or the bed to hide under at this point.

“I’m waiting.”

“Ember and Raven are like the angel and devil on my shoulder. They have been around for a long time.”

“So, you live in a constant state of mania then?”

“Why do you think I am manic?”

“I know almost everything about you.”

“I’ll have to thank Gunner for that next time I see him,” I grumble still crawling trying to find the bed or even the door to get the fuck out of here.

“So you live in a constant state of mania?” Baron repeats.

“Something like that. But they tone down the mania, unlike most psychotic manic episodes they don’t add to it.”

“What medications did you take?”

Why are you telling him this?

“I am not answering that. You can ask Gunner.”

“You are smart, I’ll give you that. You seem to have some things figured out and catch on quickly. Your need to fight against every order is agitating but expected. Makes our time together difficult but fulfilling.”