Page 116 of Breaking Sanity
“Fuck me,” I croak, breaking Mel’s hold on my neck.
I grab both of her wrists and yank her down at the same time I spring my head up. Our heads collide and I can feel wet drops across my skin along with Melanie’s shrieking. Something about me breaking her nose or a missing tooth, but I’m not sure which. It could honestly be both. I push off the ground with my shoulder to switch our positions, but before I can get another swing at her face, I am being hoisted into the air.
“You are becoming more trouble than you are worth,” yellow mask grumbles, throwing me over his shoulder.
“Then just kill me,” I snap.
“No can do,” Logan chuckles, getting to the cell door. “At least not yet.”
Out in the hallway, I am placed on my feet. I turn my head to see the back of a chair with Mick tied to it. Carson is standing in front of him, and the dim light only highlights the evil that contorts his face. I am sure that baby Carson was at some point adorable with his ideal square face and chubby cheeks, but now he is about as ugly on the outside as he is on the inside.
Prior to his castration and needle through the eye, I hadn’t seen his whole face. I do remember the small glimpse of it from right before I stabbed him. He had the typical boy next door look- the natural blonde hair, hazel eyes, boyish grin, and perfect white teeth. Now, it’s about the same but the skin around the eye patch is discolored and almost looks like it’s rotting. It looks purplish right at the seam of the eye patch with a green/gray hue underneath. His hair is almost shoulder length now and greasy. His other eye almost looksblack especially with the dark circle underneath. Carson’s lips used to be this bright red shade but now they are a dull pink and cracked. It always amazes me how mental anguish can affect your appearance. These past months took a serious toll on him.
As my mind begins to go down a rabbit hole and starts to feel sorry for the man, Mick’s loud mumbling and Carson’s laughing breaks through. I catch a glimpse of something shiny in his hand when he swings his arm back and brings it back down in front of Mick. Mick’s body goes still and all sounds stop. The room starts to tilt as I stare at the red dots decorating the side of the wall near them.
“Oh Alley Cat,” Carson’s singing echoes in my ears like a sadistic lullaby. “I know exactly where to take you.”
“W-where i-is t-that,” I stammer and slur. He is now centimeters away from my face.
How is he moving so fast?
What the fuck is wrong with us?
Did they fucking drug us again? WHEN?
“To Melinda’s playground,” he whispers.
Chapter 24
Alley
Waking up on a concrete floor is becoming the story of my life this past year, and I am honestly quite over it. This one however has brown stains that I can only assume are blood stains from decades ago, so I can’t say that is comforting. Plus, it’s stupid cold wherever we are and I am still naked. My nipples could cut through glass right now.
I sit up, covering my chest, and look around. I am in what looks like an underground bunker. There is a staircase at the far right of the room going up. To the left of the stairs is a card table with two chairs that are currently occupied by Tweedle dee and Tweedle dumb a.k.a. Logan and Yellow mask. If I remember right his name is Ben. Carson is standing at the entrance of the jail looking cell with a Melanie attached to his mouth. It kind of looks like they are trying to eat off each other’s faces.
Gross.
Well, that explains a lot.
I avert my gaze from that torturous site to finish my scan. The whole room is a concrete box, but it has cracks throughout and hasn’t been used in a while because of the amount of dust on the floor and bars. Also, the cobwebs in the top corner of the cell are a dead giveaway of its age.
The far-left wall has different torture looking devices from the 18th century and modern power tools. On the card table though, is a very terrifying looking strap-on. It’s long and wide, almost putting to shame what Nik has going on underneath his pants, but that’s not the terrifying part. The dildo almost resembles a fucking auger bit minus the sharp tip. It may not stab through all your insides when inserted but it sure as shit wasn’t designed for pleasure. Each curve isn’t smooth and rounded like a playground slide, no it has more coarse texture than a lava rock. Yeah, I am certain that my vagina just sewed itself shut, or maybe that’s wishful thinking.
“It was her favorite,” Carson says, breaking my staring contest with the horrendous sex toy.
“Is that because it matched her twisted insides,” I ask before I can think better of it.
“You could say that,” he laughs. “She would’ve loved to use it on you.” Carson steps inside the cell when I get to my feet.
“Well then lucky me she’s dead.”
“She is,” Carson shrugs. “But I’ll let Melanie do the honors.”
Melanie comes into view while adjusting the straps on her waist. She glances at me while dosing the thing in lube. The wicked smirk on her face for the first time terrifies me. Honestly, I’d rather be raped by 10 men than be raped by a woman because at least a man doesn’t know every nook and cranny of a woman’s vagina to know where to inflict the most damage. A woman, especially angry, will do just that to another woman.
I have been raped by one woman, Whitney, before and that was fucking brutal. It was when I was twenty. She was a coworker that I had only known for a few months. We weren’t close but we did chat a lot considering we always worked the same shift.
Whitney invited me to go to a party at this abandoned warehouse with her and a few friends. Red flag number one that was ignored as I stupidly agreed. Since I wasn’t 21 yet she told me that she would pick me up some alcohol and asked me what I liked. Now, keep in mind my two favorites were Burnette’s Blue Raspberry Vodka and Everclear. I went with the first because I wasn’t in the mood for Everclear, but jungle juice did sound good. I wanted to start off mild before shooting too wild. Although I should’ve gone with the latter and then I probably would’ve been dead. That sounds nicer than what happened.
