Page 21 of Breaking Sanity
“I was just finishing up here anyways,” Theo says, turning back towards the door.
“I will escort you out, sir,” a shorter masked man says, appearing next to Sebs. He is probably Declan’s height of 5’10” but is the same build as Phantom, yet not as defined. His mask though looks like he stole it from the Blue Man Group.
“Oh Theodore,” I sing. He stops once he is at the threshold and turns to look at me one last time. “When I get out of this shit hole, I will be dragging your ass into the flames of hell. Mark my words,darling.”
He follows Blue Man mask out and the other two pass him to get into the room. The one who stepped in front of Theo, now turns to move past me.
I would have to say he has the creepiest mask. It’s a plastic theater mask with a dramatic frowning face. Don’t get me wrong, the slasher I have always been afraid of is Jason Vorhees. So having an actual living reincarnation in front of me, makes me want to cry. Yet this new guy has an unsettling aura about him and that mask just enhances it. I can feel him standing behind me and my unease turns excruciatingly high. I am trying to refrain from readjusting, and exposing mydiscomfort. Though I think I failed given the faint chuckle behind me.
Sebs closes the door and all of them surround me like a pack of wolves getting ready to attack a rabbit. I almost miss it just being Theo and I. At least I know I can take him, hell I would even rather be trapped here with blue mask guy. He looks to be at least physically normal and has a higher voice that sounds like your average Joe. The three in front of me are definitely not normal and the one behind me makes every hair on my skin stand at attention.
“That guy has to be a sniper’s worst nightmare with that limp,” Phantom chuckles.
“Probably made you feel better about your height, huh lollipop guild?” Sebs adds.
“Well, he is just a nightmare,” I mumble before turning to smile at Sebs. “But I’ll take that as a compliment as no one has complained about my way around a lollipop.”
“Wow,” Jason whistles while Sebastain glares at me.
There are certain things I never did with Sebastian, including never going down on him. I kept it fair though, henever went down on me. Although he did beg to, several times.
“Any other visitors,” I smirk, “I would really like to know who else put me in here.”
“Like I said, visiting hours are over indefinitely,” Sebs answers as he leans against the counter with one foot crossed over the other.
“Well, down to business,” Phantom announces. Given his whole demeanor, I would say he served.
“From here on out, you will follow every rule of this asylum and your daily punishment won’t be severe. There are designated shower times and curfews that will be followed to a T. It is expected for you to attend an hour therapy session daily; we will escort you to that. You will have to share a room. Now with that being said, there are cameras with audio throughout, so conspiring of any sort will lead to solitary. I can say that is not where you would like to end up. If you kick,bite, run or attack any of us in any manner, the consequences will be dire. Is that understood?”
All I can do is start laughing at the ridiculousness of what he just said. He has to be joking, right? They are treating it like this is the psychiatric ward at a not so credible hospital.I hated nearly every ward I was in but participated because the end result was getting to leave. Whereas here, it’s so the daily punishment isn’t severe?! Ha, I think my definition of severe and their definition are vastly different.
“Something funny, Little One,” he questions stepping forward. He instantly confirms my suspicions he served. The stiff authoritative stance he has proved it and reveals that he held a high position. Still not sure which branch though.
“Yes actually,” I clear my throat. “I am not playing doctor/patient with any of you.”
“Pay up.” Sebs holds out his palm towards Phantom. Jason snorts, shaking his head.
“Fuck off, G,” Phantom snaps, swatting Sebs palm away.
G?
“Listen up smart ass, you will do as you’re told, abide by our rules, and when you speak to me you will address me as Sir,” Phantom barks.
“Just like you calling me master,” Sebs adds winking.
“Jesus, seriously,” Jason speaks.
“See, I prefer to call you both dickhead 1 and dickhead 2, so until I decide otherwise I’ll stick with those,” I state. Sebs is in my face within seconds.
Fuck, they move fast for being giants.
“What did I say about name calling, Little Devil,” Sebs or G, I guess, warns. The tone of his voice lets me know I am pushing my luck and patience is wearing thin. “Try again.”
“I need you to jog my memory, it’s been a long day,” I smirk. He squeezes the curve of my right hip, digging into the fresh bruise. I try to hold the cry in but he pushes more until I whimper in pain.
For the love of all that is holy, stop fucking taunting them!!
“That’s enough, Alley,” Sebs orders, before releasing my throbbing hip and returning to his relaxed stance by the counter.
