Page 58 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

Everything is finally silent. No Ember, No Raven, no one barking orders or warning me to stop.

It’s almost peaceful. ALMOST. A huge hand pushes underneath my chin, and I am forced to look up at his handsome face.

Gunner’s head is still cocked and still no trace of color in those big eyes.

He gently pushes me back into the wall and dips two fingers inside my tender pussy.

I gasp in pain, but it doesn’t seem to register to him, not even when he pulls them out and my body sags against the wall.

He brings his pink creme covered digits up to show me.

I spit on them out of childish anger. Gunner makes a grunt as if in approval and steps away. I slink back to rest on the floor.

“Gunner!” Carson starts to scream as his brother approaches Mel. Nik must understand because he simply tosses her to Gunner’s feet. Nik wipes his hands together like he is finished taking out the trash and steps back crossing his arms over his chest.

“Collector please,” Mel starts to beg.

“Shut the fuck up,” Baron snaps.

“Doc, I..” she starts to sob.

“Shh,” Gunner placates her, crouching down.

He helps her to her feet as she starts to beg again but Gunner shushes her, pressing his lips to her almost lovingly.

It’s just a peck but it still has my blood boiling.

When he pulls back, he places the fingers that were in me on her lips.

She nods and opens, he slips his fingers in her mouth, and she closes her lips around them.

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks them clean.

“Gunner, please don’t.” Carson is sobbing now.

“Carson,” soulless Gunner tuts. “My two loves to your one love, seems more than fair.”

“Gunner, Emily wasn’t m-”

“Don’t fucking talk about Emily,” Gunner shouts. I feel my body automatically shrink in on itself.

I take back what I said, Baron isn’t Satan. Gunner is.

“Gunny, what are you talking about,” Baron says calmly.

“Oh, Carson knows.”

I can’t see Gunner’s face, but I am pretty sure he’s smiling at his younger brother.

He nods at Vaughn. Vaughn throws Carson into one of the metal folding chairs and ties him down to it, but Carson isn’t fighting him.

Gunner helps a sniffling Melanie to her knees in front of Carson.

Gunner turns back and motions to the strap on.

Nik picks it up and hands it to him. Fear takes a hold of me again and I can’t stop myself from trying to scream.

“Shh,” Baron jumps, covering my mouth. “Just stay fucking quiet. Nod if you understand.”

I nod and he releases me. He strides back to Ben, who is now being held up by Nik.

Ben starts to struggle as Baron gets closer but stops when Gunner turns toward him.

Baron nods at Gunner telling him he has it handled.

Gunner turns back to Carson and starts putting the harness on him as he pathetically begs him not to.

Once the strap-on is in place, Gunner zip ties Carson’s ankles to the chair.

My mind is reeling, and I cannot put the pieces together to what is happening or going to happen.

“Makenzie had to go. Sh-” Carson is cut off by Ben’s blood curdling scream.

My eyes snap from Gunner to Baron. Baron has pulled down Ben’s pants and is slowly cutting off his penis with a small old pocketknife.

Thankfully he passes out before Baron is done so that the screaming stops.

Baron starts to walk back towards me with the severed fleshy pencil.

I try to make myself blend into the wall more when he kneels in front of me.

“Lift your ass, Kukla,” he softly commands. I start violently shaking my head in response.

“DO IT NOW, ALESSANDRA,” Gunner barks, catching my attention. I look at him narrowing my eyes and he glares back at me. Still the soulless Gunner.

Making my eyes turn into slits, I push off my one good foot lifting my body off the ground.

Baron shoves the dismembered penis into my back hole, swirling it around to collect the cum.

My insides are dying, and I literally just want the earth to open and swallow me whole.

I feel his wrist leave my shaking body, I ease myself back down and break the staring contest.

“We will discuss this in our next session,” Baron whispers.

“I won’t be telling you shit,” I snap, turning my dagger glare at him. He shoots me a ‘keep telling yourself that’ smirk then turns around and walks back to Gunner.

“Now,” Gunner starts turning to Melanie. “Sweet Mel, I want you to strip for my little brother here.”

“What,” she sniffs.

“Strip or I will strip you,” he says with a no argument tone.

She gets to her feet and starts to remove her clothes. Her hands are trembling so badly that she can barely grip the strap of her tank top.

“Stop, stop,” Gunner laughs. “I have seen you walk sexier than that. Come on Melanie, really, you can do better than that.”

“Yes, collector,” she whispers and tries again.

“Gunner,” Carson chokes out.

My body starts to get chills and not from the cold room.

Gunner is looking dead at me with the biggest smile on his face, but it doesn’t reach his dead eyes.

He slowly comes towards me but at the last-minute turns to finish walking towards Logan, who starts to scream and tries to run, but he doesn’t get far.

Gunner is on him in seconds dragging him towards Mel and Carson.

In a last-ditch effort to escape he swings and connects his fist with Gunner’s cheek.

Gunner throws him down WWE style and jumps on top of him.

He starts repeatedly punching his face until it’s a bloody mess and Logan’s body is no longer twitching.

“Well fuck,” he laughs, finally stopping and jumping to his feet. He kicks Logan’s leg just to make sure he is dead. His tone sounds playful yet still lethal.

He sighs and crouches back down. He cuts off Logan’s pants and underwear. I am thankful that he is dead because it saves my ears from the high pitch screaming as Gunner hacks off his penis.

“Mel, on your knees in front of Carson, but keep your legs spread,” Gunner instructs, jumping to his feet.

“Gunner, don’-”

“Unless you want me to gag you with this average penis Carson, then I suggest you shut the fuck up,” Gunner warns. Carson clamps his mouth shut.

“Nik, tie Melanie’s hands behind her back.”

“Gunner, what are you doing,” Vaughn asks as he turns on his heel and heads back towards me. His colorful blue eyes glow bright when our gazes clash.

“Carson knows,” he states.

“We would like to know,” Nik adds, finishing zip tying her hands as tightly as mine.

“Hello Little Devil.” He smiles at me holding up the limp bloody dick. “I need you to spread your legs for me.”

“I am going to decline.” I smile back. I can actually breathe seeing him back to himself.

“Not smart,” he tisks. “Either spread them like a good girl or I spread them myself and fuck you with this as well.”

“I hate you.” I glare, opening my legs.

“No, you don’t.” He smiles.

He roughly inserts the penis and swirls it around. I start to whimper in pain as he keeps going over the scrapes inside me. He gently pulls it out and I slam my legs closed. Tears spill over my bottom lashes and roll down my cheeks.

“I’m sorry Little Devil,” he whispers. “We’ll leave here soon, I promise. “

He kisses the side of my temple and gets back to his feet. Nik leans down as he walks away and cuts my hands free. I cry more in relief than in pain. The blood starts to rush back to them, and I can start to wiggle my fingers.

“Now, Baron, can you hand me those drills,” Gunner asks, pointing to the automatic drills on the wall.

Baron’s smile widens as he grabs both of them.

He hands one to Gunner and takes the other one to the card table.

They both place the severed penises on the drill bits.

I almost throw up as I finally piece together what they are doing.

“Nik and Vaughn would you like to do the honors,” Gunner asks gleefully.

Nik whispers into Mel’s ear and she wiggles into an unusual position. She is leaning forward where her head is close to the strap-on, her bottom is barely hovering over the ground and her back is arched.

Vaughn and Nik both have a piece of duct tape, and they tape down the button on each drill.

One dick is going clockwise, and the other is going counterclockwise, both are on the highest speed.

Mel doesn’t even attempt to move. Baron strolls over plucking the gag that was in my mouth off the disgusting fluid covered ground.

He whistles heading back to the shit show, handing it to Gunner, who nods at both Nik and Vaughn.

In sync they shove the swirling dicks into each of Mel’s holes.

Ben’s penis goes into her pussy and Logan’s in her ass.

She starts to scream Carson’s name but Gunner is quick to gag her.

“See much better.” Gunner grabs the knife and cuts the zip tie off one of Carson’s hands.

“Gun, please,” Carson hiccups.

“No, you don’t get to fucking beg. I didn’t beg so you don’t either,” Gunner shouts. “I did as I was fucking told and now you will do the same. You weak piece of shit!”

“Gunner, what th-”

“Vaughn don’t” Baron interrupts him.

“Carson, you will fuck Mel’s now empty eye socket with your master’s favorite torture device. You will do it until it goes through the back of the bitch’s skull, is that understood?” Gunner is in his face and vibrating in anger.

“Gun-”

“You will do it slowly and work up to a faster speed. Is that understood,” Gunner steps back.

“I can’t do that to her,” Carson sobs. “I love her.”

“Fucking pathetic,” Gunner spits, picking up another zip tie and re-strapping Carson's hand to the chair. “You killed your own mother with a gun to your head as a form of punishment and you loved her, yet you claim to love Melanie here so much but won’t kill her as punishment.”

“My mother was weak and put me into that situation, she died for her stupidity. Melanie loves me like Melinda loved me,” Carson is starting to yell back.

Now by no means do I feel sorry for adult Carson, but I do feel for kid Carson who had to kill his own mother just to save himself to be mind-fucked by a demon.

From what I know, Carson’s biological mother happened to catch Melinda and the boys' burying bodies, so she fell prey to Melinda. His mom, Lucy, told him to kill her to save him from getting killed and he stabbed her to death with a pocketknife she gave him for his 6th birthday. Honestly, a mercy would’ve been for them both to be dead.

You learn a lot in solitary. Eagle told me all this while he guarded my door.

“Wow, she really fucked you up,” Gunner laughs but there is no humor to it.

“Melinda never loved you and neither does Melanie. They both used you to get at us. Melinda used you to try and control me, brother. You did her bidding by spying on me and reporting back to her. You spied on them. YOU ARE THE FUCKING REASON I BLACK OUT!! SHE TRIED TO TAKE HER FROM ME AND YOU FUCKING HELPED TAKE BOTH OF THEM!!”

“I’m sorry brother. They were taking you away from us.”

“Carson, you stupid bastard,” Gunner sighs, fisting Mel’s hair and pulling her head back for Carson to see. “Mackenzie was telling me to help and save you. She cared for you, and I loved her. Em, well she had other motives but still I cared about her.”

“But you k-”

“Mackenzie didn’t deserve to die, but her life was mine and so was Emily’s. I stepped up and did what I had to. But you, Carson, are such a coward that you don’t get to do that. I will destroy your heart while I make sure Melanie’s stops beating.”

“Gun-” Vaughn tries to speak again.

“No one gag him, I want to hear as his heart shatters.” Gunner spits on his index and middle finger before ramming them into Mel’s empty eye socket. “This will help since it’s probably a little dry.”

Mel’s screams are still coming through as clear as day as Gunner lines her eye up with the strap on.

We all watch as he slowly starts to push it into the socket.

My horror grows as he picks up the pace and is shoving her head up and down it.

Blood is pouring down the sex toy and pooling in Carson’s lap.

It starts to drip on to the floor the further he shoves her down.

Carson is screaming for Gunner to stop, but it does nothing to mask the loud crunching of Mel’s skull as he impales it deeper with each bob, and it’s all mixing with the humming sound of the drills.

If I wasn’t paralyzed in fear, I’d be able to look away and cover my ears.

Her body is limp for the most part. Her lower half is moving in combating circles and there is a slight lift and fall on the tops of her shoulders from Gunner.

Finally, the smashing of bone stops. Carson has started silently crying and I can see the full tip of the strap-on sticking out of the back of Mel’s head.

Pieces of brain and skull slowly slide off back into the hole.

What gets me is the piece of skull with hair and some flesh embedded to the top of the tip.

I start to scream but it sounds like a dying cat without a voice box.

Gunner’s eyes shoot to me, and they are black again. Instead of shutting up, I only scream louder. My body is finally going into shock, and it shakes violently as Baron approaches.

“Alley, you need to breathe,” he says, leaning down to pick me up. I start to flail my limbs in hopes that he backs up but he does no such thing. He grabs my wrist, using them to bring me to a standing position before he throws me over his shoulder.

“He’s all yours,” Gunner says to Nik and Vaughn as he comes up behind Baron.

“No, no, put me fucking down,” I try to demand, but my voice is coming out as barely a whisper.

“Shh, Little Devil,” Gunner cups my cheek. “You’re safe now.”

“Fucking how,” I try to ask.

“Rest your voice,” Baron orders. “Close your eyes and sleep.”

“What the fuck?” I just start to laugh. “Just kill me.”

“I’m not killing you Little Devil. Ever.”

With that I stop and just stare at him. I honestly don’t know what to say to that.

We exit the large door at the top of the stairs, and I am thrusted out into the ice-cold night air.

Baron drops me off his shoulder on to a hospital bed and he is cocooning me in blankets.

Gunner and Baron load the bed into a white van along with two others.

The doors slam shut and there is banging on the back wall.

The van starts to move as there is a sharp pinch in my neck.

My vision starts to go dark with the last thing I see is soft mismatched eyes, one pure deep blue and the other a bright emerald green, boring a hole into what is left of my soul.

“Animal I’ve Become” by Three Days Grace blares through the speakers as I slip into darkness.