Page 5 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

I take a deep calming breath and toss the blade on the bed, so I am not tempted to say fuck it and kill her as I have dreamt about.

Instead, I take the syringe from my pocket and tauntingly dangle it in her face.

Her eyes widen, while watching me slowly pull off the cap with my teeth.

Needles are the only fear that she has where she doesn’t fight.

She actually freezes and turns as still as stone.

I lean down and whisper, “I’ill have your life soon enough, Little Devil.”

I gently stab the needle into her neck and push the plunger. I push myself to hover above watching her eyes roll back as her lids close. Her head lolls to the side and her breathing evens out. I kiss her cheek, then hop off her to finish what I need to get done so we can leave.

As I set on to the road, in my actual fucking vehicle, I feel like I can breathe properly.

After I loaded my Little Devil in the back seat, I went to each room and chained the doors shut.

Luckily, it’s a small one level building so it didn’t take me too long.

I got the broken door closed as good as I could before I chained that one up too.

In thirty minutes, that whole place will be on fire and every living soul in there will be burned to a crisp along with that damn stolen car.

If I had a conscience, I would feel bad, but I don’t. Just a stroke of bad luck for those people. What’s the saying- wrong place at the wrong time?

To be fair, they could blame the big mouth in the back seat. She gave me the idea. They burned because she couldn’t help but play with fire.

I ease my foot off the gas pedal once we get a safe distance away. It’s about two in the morning and there is no one on the road so I let my mind wander to our first meeting.

8 years ago

After showering to get the blood off me, I walk out onto the driveway to get some much-needed fresh air.

I’ll leave the others for later after I get this date out of the way.

This chick and I have been texting back and forth for a few weeks now and before that, we’d been messaging on the dating app for months.

Almost daily. She is an odd one but, fuck, at least she can hold a conversation.

She is witty too and bonus does love horror films.

The first night we talked on the phone, we were both watching the documentary about America’s first serial killer.

She talked more about the psychology behind it and analyzed what his victims must’ve felt.

I turned my T.V. on mute and just listened to her fascinating babbling.

It’s a rarity to talk to someone who has an in-depth look on the world.

She doesn’t just talk about the physical but also the mental aspects of everything.

Guess I could say I was hooked from then on.

I eye the empty street and check the time.

It’s only 5:34 and the date isn’t until 6.

She said that she has a bad habit of being early to almost everything, so I ordered pizza right before I hopped into the shower.

When I asked her what she wanted on it, she requested mushrooms and black olives with pineapple, as well.

Now if you ask me, putting pineapple on pizza is a fucking killable offense alone, but if she is actually more than 5 minutes early then I will let it slide.

Who knows this girl may just live to a second date.

I start to head towards the ground level front door, when the sound of a car engine rings through the new housing development.

I pause and sneak to the side door of the car parked closest to the street.

The jackass I just cut to pieces loved this fucking piece of shit 2004 trailblazer, but I despise it.

I will say, however, it does work perfectly to hide behind, where I don’t have to fully crouch.

I slightly slink down, watching as she parks her car.

She is in an old blue jeep. Looks to be early 2000’s by the body style but I am not a jeep guy, so I am not sure.

I look down at my watch, it reads 5:39. Damn she is early. I tip toe to get a little closer. It almost looks like she is talking to herself. Very animatedly, which makes me wonder what she is saying and who is she talking to?

Suddenly my phone vibrates in my pocket, when I look at it, it’s from her letting me know that she is here.

I send her a quick text back saying I’ll be right out.

I look up when I hear the car door shut.

She starts walking towards the back of her Jeep, leaning on the back and stares up at the gloomy sky.

Not the typical drop-dead beauty that I usually catch from these dating apps, but there is something about her.

She has intense wine red shoulder length hair paired with a round almost baby face, a unique nose- not big but looks like it was broken, but you can only tell from her side profile, her pale pink lips are not the full brATz doll ones- the bottom one is full but her top lip is a little thinner, and she has big eyes outlined by black eyeliner.

She is wearing skinny jeans that show thick thighs but toned calves.

The baggy hoodie makes it so you can’t tell what her top portion looks like, but it does pique my interest. I could describe her as a unique beauty.

“Okay, you’ve got this. It’s not weird to meet a guy, from the internet, at his house for pizza and a movie,” she mumbles to herself a little loudly. I cover my mouth, so she doesn’t hear me laugh.

“It’s totally normal. That’s what Vic said. She said everyone is doing it and there are no expectations. Need to get that asshat out of your system” She glances at her phone as she leans against the bumper of her car.

Who is this asshat?

“But isn’t there that saying, to get one out of your system, get under another?” She starts to bite her nail. “Oh who am I fucking kidding, this is a totally dumb idea. Especially when it’s the only house built in the middle of nowhere!” She facepalms her forehead and sighs.

Although I am enjoying this adorable back and forth she is going through, I should probably wrap this up before she actually bolts so I text her.

Me: Hey, sorry it’s taking me another minute. I wasn’t expecting you so early. I’ll be out soon.

Dead Girl: Oh, no worries. I know I said I am usually early, but I should’ve texted you I was on my way.

Me: No you are good. I promise. I’ll head out right after I put a shirt on.

“If you look anything like your pictures, please don’t” She says. As she realizes what she said, her hand slams over her mouth and she starts looking all over to see if I came out and heard her.

Oh, I definitely heard but you don’t have to know.

Me: heading out now

She takes one more look at her phone and puts it in her pocket. Then she stands up straight and lifts her chin but before she heads to the door, she takes a deep breath and says, “You got this babe. Let’s just hope he’s not actually a serial killer.”

The ringing of my phone through the car brings me back to the present. Scowling, I see the caller ID. Fuck, I was wondering when he would call. I take a quick glance in the back seat to make sure she is still out.

“What do you want,” I bark.

“Well hello to you too, brother,” Carson’s voice booms through the speaker.

“Fuck, I thought you were Vaughn. What’s up?”

“Vaughn is handling an unsavory incident,” Carson chuckles.

“How unsavory,” I ask, readjusting in my seat.

“One of his cats decided to attack when he was indisposed,” Carson explains.

“How did that happen,” I ask, intrigued. It’s a rarity to get the drop on Vaughn, so she had to have had help.

“That is what he is trying to find out right now,” Carson’s voice is laced with dark amusement.

“Poor girl,” I laugh. That girl will be lucky if she will be able to walk or even crawl when he’s done.

“Anyways, how far out are you,” he asks, trying to change the subject before he gets hard.

Carson gets off causing pain or watching someone else causing another immense pain.

He has a warped mind. Majority of the time he is not allowed to have a claim because of this problem.

That is why Vaughn is more than happy to supply him with all his “disciplining” videos.

He saves it on one of our servers under the name, ‘spank bank’.

“I am about 8 hours out,” I inform him.

“What? You were supposed to be here an hour ago, G,” he chastises.

“I am aware of when I was supposed to be there, brother, but I had a little hiccup that set me back quite a bit,” I say trying not to get annoyed.

“Oh fuck, G, please tell me you didn’t fucking kill her?”

“I didn’t kill her, so don’t go there. This particular one has fucking razor sharp claws,” I grin to myself.

“Well, that won’t go well for her here, especially with Nik being back,” Carson laughs. “If she doesn’t retract them, he might euthanize her before the contract is up.”

“He won’t. I think she might be just what Nik needs,” I chuckle.

My poor Little Devil may think I am awful, but my eldest brother is worse.

Unlike myself, Nik doesn’t like to be challenged but has no problem breaking them when they do fight back.

Well, it’s not necessarily him who breaks them, but that one hasn’t shown up for a while.

They both have mastered their manipulation tactics and torture methods, thanks to yours truly and Baron, of course.

“Oh, how long do you think it’ll be before she breaks,” Carson sounds giddy. Which is never good, and it makes me want to rip his throat out.

“I give her 3,” I say.

“Hours or days,” he asks disappointingly.

“Years,” I say devilishly.

“There’s no fucking way!”

“Want to make a bet then brother?”

“Always.”

“Okay, if my feisty cat makes it three years, I get your portion of her contract,” I offer.

“Contracts, G, contracts.”

“Huh?” I stare at the phone dumbfounded.

“She has 4 contracts on her, totaling 9 years,” he informs. “Vaughn got them together and combined it into one contract and one big pay out. Two have already paid their complete portions and told him to have at it and make it hurt. The other two though want proof of misery every year and paid their first portions. Vaughn agreed because of the large amount.”

Well holy shit Little Devil, you really know how to piss people off don’t you?

“Damn,” I whistle, “Well in that case, let me change it to four years, and Carson?”

“Yes,” he answers.

“If she doesn’t, then you can have my portion and I will let them go collect for the next several years.”

“Deal brother,” he says before the line goes dead.

You better make it four years Little Devil. I do not want to be stuck in that place watching over whiny sniffling prisoners or Carson. It’s not time yet.