Chapter One

I cupped my cup of chilled orange juice tightly in both of my hands as I dropped to my knees in front of the television screen while completely becoming focused on the television show before me, I had no clue what it was but it was colored and I liked the many rainbow colors shooting off the screen. I lifted my cup and took a small sip before dropping my hands to my knees and comfortably resting them there, I glanced behind me at a not-so-softly gaze to see Mr. Lonnie staring me down, and it always made me uncomfortable when he did so. I blinked owlishly before cutting my eyes to Mrs. Lonnie, or should I say, my mother. She was too busy knitting to focus on what Mr. Lonnie was doing, or how he was starting to make me feel with his hard staring. I could never read his face expression, and that’s what made him so intimidating to me, not to mention he was a portly man that stood at least eleven inches over me at five-nine(making me around four-ten), and he was 10 years older than me at 30(making me twenty).

He had strong wide shoulders and a large beer gut that he only added to as he sat in his recliner beside Mrs. Lonnie and guzzled beer after beer from his nightly beer case. I whipped my head back around and went back to watching the show as a commercial came on, the commercial started with a man presenting a car, he pretended to be too busy to see the camera stalking up to him before he whipped around a little to fast and gave a creepy smile, the commercial was in black and white still. I lifted my cold orange juice to my lips again and took a large sip before looking at the next commercial, it was creepier and it’s color of black and white didn’t help.

I immediately sheltered away from the commercial as it started with three men standing at a large gate, and on the side of the large gate read

Eagle’s Insane Asylum

… the crazy people belong there, Mrs. Lonnie told me so. Two of the three men were dressed in a plain uniform with a small pocket on the left breast, the third man was dressed completely  different as he stood in front of the two other men. The third man was dressed in a suit with his hands shoved into the pockets of his suit bottoms, he appeared extremely tall and lanky with angry features of his face, he appeared scary on the television. I had turned my head happily and waited until it seemed like the brightness of the room had changed before looking back at the television to see the television show that we were watching had come back on.

‘Eagle’s Insane Asylum…’ I thought desperately before nervously scratching my thigh at the memory of having to go to an asylum to see my… my real mother.

“Boy!” I flinched and turned to see Mr. Lonnie curling his lip at me in annoyance.

“Yes, sir?” I asked respectfully?

“Get me another case, will ya?” He asked, dismissing me with a wave of the hand as I quickly nodded and hoped to my feet to do as he asked.

I had moved to fast and my glass of cold orange juice flew out of my hand, I quickly reached to grab it but it was futile as the glass shattered to the floor and burst into chucks of shards, I gasped in and quickly reached to clean up the mess.

“S-Sorry, Mrs. Lonnie, I didn’t mean too.” I immediately defended myself, hoping she wouldn’t get angry this time.

“That’s the fifth time this week, hijo .” She said timidly, looking very confused and bothered at the same time as she kept her hands positioned in the knitting position.

I nervously bit my lip while waiting for the punishment that would be dished out after I cleaned the mess up; as I got older, the punishments became worse. At the age of ten, I had to do wall squats and would have to sit for hours with tears strolling down my cheeks furiously until Mr. Lonnie would smack me over the head with a wad of paper to tell me to stop crying and take it like a man. By eleven, I was having to take whippings over the buttocks, at least fifteen lashes a night, and wouldn’t be able to sit or even bend over at the time. I was now fifteen and the most recent punishment was me having to lay on my stomach and Mr. Lonnie would cane my back and bottom angrily, it was a terrible thing to happen and Mrs. Lonnie always told him how many lashes I had to get.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Lonnie, it won’t happen again I promise.” I continued, picking up pieces of glass carefully to not cut myself… like I did last time.

“That’s what you said last time, and the time before that, cariño .” She whispered, setting the items in her hand aside and slowly pulling herself to her feet. “Careful, Clem.”

“I can clean it, Mrs. Lonnie… it was just that I got scared.” I tried to reason, getting to my feet and looking straight into Mrs. Lonnie’s eyes, considering we were nearly the same height.

“That was my favorite cup, boy.” Mr. Lonnie said, also now having rose to his feet.

I looked up in completely fear as he walked closer and grabbed me by my wrist painfully, I whimpered and stared at him with wide eyes while preparing for whatever he was going to do to me. He stared down at me with disgust and anger as he looked at the glass shards in my hand then back up at me with a disappointing shake of the head. I bowed my head in dismay, knowing the punishment was going to be unforgiving, I sniffled and reached up to wipe at my wetting eyes as he stepped away and looked to Mrs. Lonnie. While Mr. Lonnie didn’t really tower over everyone, he definitely towered over Mrs. Lonnie and I, who were probably the shortest people in town at the moment.  

‘Why was he angry at me? I didn’t mean to do it, if anything it was his fault.’ I stayed silent however, waiting to hear what he was going to say.

“Throw that mess away and go your room. Larita, clean this mess up.” Mr. Lonnie ordered.

I shuffled to the kitchen and dumped the pieces of glass in the trash bin, watching as they fell inside before turning and slouching toward my room that was on the opposite side of the kitchen and living room. I opened the door and immediately pulled my comfortable strip pajama shirt over my head, I folded it and sat it aside before pulling down my matching strip pajama pants and folding them in my nude as well. I sat my bottoms with my top and sat on my small, twin bed with my legs crossed at the ankle and lightly swinging while waiting for Mr. Lonnie to come in after he and Mrs. Lonnie agreed on my punishment. I could hear their soft voices as they talked back and forth.

I hadn’t mean to break Mr. Lonnie’s favorite cup, it was an accident and I knew that Mrs. Lonnie knew it. I didn’t have to wait long, I could hear Mr. Lonnie’s heavy feet as he entered the kitchen and I could also hear the sound of clinking as the house started to darken and Mrs. Lonnie was on her way to bed. I heard Mr. Lonnie’s heavy feet getting louder and took a deep breath to prepare myself, my exhale came out incredibly shaky as my body shivered in fear. I wrapped my arms around myself and pulled my legs into my body as well as I felt the cold breeze from the open kitchen window caress my nude privates and made me shiver only harder. I looked up as the small light that once entered my room vanished and Mr. Lonnie was standing in the way, he was shirtless as usual with hairs running along his chest and belly, his face was darkened from the lack of light as he stood only in his work pants with a leather belt keeping them in place… I knew that leather belt all too well.

I looked at Mr. Lonnie’s dark face as he moved closer and shut the door behind him, I turned over to my hands and knees when I heard him unbuckling his belt, I already knew what my punishment was. I gulped as I waited for the first hit, I heard him shifting around behind me before I felt the belt caress my thigh and flinched away, thinking the pain would come next. My action caused Mr. Lonnie to chuckle as he placed a large, warm paw on my left buttock that was completely exposed to him and his use, I whimpered as tears poured down my cheek because I had to go to bed with welts all over my bottom and possibly back.

“Ten lashes, boy, you’re lucky Larita wanted me to go easy on you.” Mr. Lonnie said, squeezing my left buttock and then moving a step back and getting in the stance to start my punishment.

Swoosh…

I flinched at the sizzling pain that followed the hit, a soft yelp came out of me as the blow sent me face first into my mattress, I whimpered as I sat back up and nibbled on my lip while waiting for the second hit. The first hit was always the worse in my previous whippings but this time it wasn’t as bad, I immediately thanked God that he had been listening to my silent prayers that I hadn’t knew I was spewing in my head. I flinched at the second lash, whimpering louder as I lowered my upper body to my mattress and I felt my butt cheeks spread and the breeze from the cold weather outside caressed by cheeks and anus hole. Mr. Lonnie placed his hand on my burning buttock and I flinched in pain, he ignored it and I looked back to see what he was doing exactly as he stared down at my privates with the same hard look, making me feel immediately uncomfortable.

I gulped and flinched as he moved his hand away then I felt the sizzling pain of my third strike, I whimpered and dared not to reach back and touch my butt to see if any blood had been drawn. I stayed with my butt in the air, scared of moving as the third strike was followed by two more, leaving me now at five more lashes. I gulped as I waited while Mr. Lonnie took a heavy breath and placed his hand on my right buttock this time, making me flinch because I knew that was the target now. I felt his hand gently rubbing my butt but figured it was just me hallucinating from the lashings I was getting, his hand traveled to my anus hole and I flinched when he applied pressure to it.

I whimpered as his finger slid in and a soft but burning pain hissed along my right butt check, I flinched and his finger only slid inside of me more, I clenched down and felt his finger wiggling as I moaned at the pain and pleasure I was feeling. Mr. Lonnie couldn’t be doing this to me, I had to be really hallucinating as his finger continued to wiggle inside of my hole while he smacked my butt once more, I moaned in pleasure as he moved his finger back then gently pushed it back in while the pain and pleasure mingled once more. I moved back against his finger as he hit me once more, making me whimper and push back against his finger harder.

‘His finger’s really inside of my bottom.’ I thought in awe but didn’t loose concentration.

I felt his finger wiggling while he lifted the belt and laid it on my back carelessly, he wasn’t interested in beating my bottom anymore… he was too busy exploring it! I felt myself harden as he twisted his finger and his other hand encased my small and hairless private, I wiggled in pleasure against his hands as they assaulted me so rightfully, he was doing such a bad thing and if Mrs. Lonnie walked in… he would be in so much trouble. I heard Mr. Lonnie grunt as his hand fell from my private but immediately came back as something leaked from my tip, I immediately knew it was beads of pre-cum as I was to eager to want to stop. I wanted Mr. Lonnie to enjoy himself as he touched me as well, I reached back and felt at his work pants as he pushed his crotch into my hand with a eager grunt. I started to massage him gently as he moved away and grabbed the belt again, I waited as I tried to remember what number I was on but couldn’t. Mr. Lonnie delivered three more lashes to my right buttock fast and painfully, I flinched away in pain as my small hard-on disappeared and I was no longer pleasured, the pain was surreal as he pushed me onto my side and watched as I curled up while hoping the pain quickly go away. I wanted him to go away now, I hated him.

Chapter Two

A loud bang caused me to lurch up with my eyes still closed, I moaned in pain as I shifted a little and my bottom immediately made me regret the motion because it started really hurting and my anus hole was burning painfully from last night’s roughness. I lifted my head and slowly opened my eyes to see laying on my stomach and my nude, bruised butt was facing the open door of my bedroom. Anyone that happened to pass by would of been able to see me laying so exposed and open, I reached back and lightly brushed over my butt to find a couple of scabs and knew that blood had been drawn last night. I remained silent and listened to hear who was already awake, soft humming settled in my ears and I immediately recognized Mrs. Lonnie’s voice as she softly walked along the kitchen, making breakfast to eat. I slowly pulled myself out of bed and looked for my pajamas to find them missing, I immediately searched the floor for them but it was useless because they were probably taken by Mr. Lonnie as part of my punishment.

I cowardly turned to the open doorway of my bedroom and shielded my hanging privates as I slowly entered the kitchen on exiting my bedroom in two steps, I bowed my head in shame as I felt Mrs. Lonnie’s eyes on me before her gaze fell off. I kept my head down as Mr. Lonnie’s heavy feet sounded on the floor of the living room, coming toward the kitchen with the sound of his belt buckle pieces clinking against one another because they weren’t fastened. The sound immediately brought back the memory of last night when he had invaded my anus so suddenly, he had entertained himself with my body by sticking his probing finger inside of me. If such a thing had been saw, both Mr. Lonnie and I would of been in so much trouble, so telling a soul was completely forbidden. Even thought what had happened was a very wrong thing, I can’t deny that I had enjoyed it a little, the pleasure and the pain mixed together was beyond the best pleasure I had felt, better than pleasuring my own self. I looked up and glanced at Mr. Lonnie to see him standing behind Mrs. Lonnie and holding her tight to his body, he was whispering something in her ear and it immediately made me uncomfortable as I continued to stand completely naked and barely hidden in front of both of them.

Finally, Mr. Lonnie looked in my direction and kept his hard, too-familiar stare on me as he looked me up and down then took his seat at the table. I looked at Mrs. Lonnie as she turned around with two plates in her hand and sat one down before Mr. Lonnie then another in front of the empty chair, it was my seat but I still had to have permission to sit down naked at the table.

“Have a seat.” Mr. Lonnie finally spoke, digging into his breakfast already.

I glanced at Mrs. Lonnie as she disappeared into my bedroom, it was usual for her to go in my bedroom but I thought nothing of it other than she was going to start the laundry for the day, I took my seat very slowly and looked at the plate before me. Breakfast was two hard-boiled eggs with a strip of bacon and grits with butter on top, I grabbed my spoon in delight and immediately started to eat my grits first, they had no sugar added to them… that was also an odd thing. I nibbled on my grits, no real appetite for them now as Mr. Lonnie grabbed his cup of orange juice and cleared his throat, making me glance at him nervously before again bowing my head to my plate as he stared at me. I glanced at Mrs. Lonnie as she passed with my clothes, all of them, in her hand and walked toward the back of the room, the direction of our laundry room. I slowly nibbled on breakfast, knowing Mrs. Lonnie would become offended if I didn’t eat my plate, it’s happened a couple of times before and I’d usually have to deal with Mr. Lonnie shoving the food in my mouth.

“Eat faster, Clem, we’re leaving today.” I slowly nodded, not truly sure what Mr. Lonnie was talking about but knew not to ask.

I ate a little faster, still nibbling however, as Mr. Lonnie got to his feet and scrapped the extras of his food into the trash bin before setting his plate in the sink and exiting the kitchen through the living room. I slowly got to my feet and trashed my scraps as well before setting my plate in the sink as well and walking to my bedroom to get ready for the day. I was curious to know where Mr. Lonnie was taking me, I wasn’t sure how I should dress and considering Mrs. Lonnie was washing my clothes, that meant I had to find something to wear from Mr. Lonnie. I turned and found Mr. Lonnie and Mrs. Lonnie back in the kitchen and talking with hushed voices, I was never so nervous to know what they were talking about as I was now, was it about me? Was it about my mother? Was it about last night? I quickly closed my door as Mr. Lonnie cut his gaze to my bedroom, I breathed heavily and walked to my twin bed to sit down, or at least lay down until I was given something to wear. I stared at the wooden flooring of my bedroom with my head bowed as I heard a soft knock then the door opened, I looked up to find Mrs. Lonnie standing in the doorway with something folded in her hands.

I got to my feet and accepted what she was offering before she abruptly turned and walked out, slamming the door behind her so I could change into the clothes she had given me. I turned my back to the door and unfolded the clothes to find it was actually just one piece of clothing,

humiliation

and… maybe anger had built inside me as I stared at what Mrs. Lonnie had given me to put on. Mrs. Lonnie had given me a dress that fell in lengths, the top of the dress had a tight appeal that grasped onto a woman’s bosoms and torso but the dress then cascaded in fabrics and became fluffy down past the waist. I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Lonnie had given me a dress to wear, I couldn’t wear something like this either because it was shunned upon, a man wearing a dress was a death sentence and Mrs. Lonnie knew that. Was she trying to get me killed? I felt immediately upset as I walked to the door and exited to find Mrs. Lonnie, she would have to give me something else to wear because this wasn’t something I could wear, definitely in town. I had seen this dress before, Mrs. Lonnie had wore it the first day I was given to her as a foster child to keep until my mother had gotten better.

The dress was too long for Mrs. Lonnie of course, meaning it would probably be too long for me as well and I wasn’t comfortable with the fact that she thought it was okay that I wore a dress, I was suppose to wear trousers and a shirt like all the other men around town. I walked to the living room and spotted Mr. Lonnie as he stood at the fireplace mantle while staring into the raging fire that had something burning inside of it, I took a step forward to gain his attention. He turned and looked at me while he appeared over-dressed, he wore a nice shirt that covered his large beer gut with a pair of black slacks that stretched along his chubby thighs. I bowed my head as my cheeks flushed at the sight of Mr. Lonnie ogling the dress that Mrs. Lonnie had given me to wear, I couldn’t wear a dress.

“Where’s Mrs. Lonnie?” I asked curiously, glancing around for her once more.

“In the restroom… why aren’t you dressed yet, boy?” Mr. Lonnie asked, taking a seat on the edge of his recliner and grabbing today’s newspaper that had been thrown in the yard this morning.

“Mrs. Lonnie gave me a dress, sir. Is there anything else I can wear?” I asked, cocking my head patiently.

“Just wear that, we’re on a set schedule. All times are limited today, boy.” Mr. Lonnie replied, making me gawk at him.

I couldn’t believe that he was actually saying I should wear a dress, he could get me in trouble also and I didn’t want to be murdered because I was forced to wear a dress by my foster parents. The door to the restroom opened and Mrs. Lonnie stepped out dressed in a dress with her favorite, fancy but casual coat over it, her dress was thinner than the one she gave me and appeared elegant with a beautiful red silk texture. Her black coat stopped just above her waist and allowed people to see her slim hips and petite physic, she had pulled on a pair of her best shoes as well… we were going somewhere special, I assumed. I sighed in desperation because I had no choice but to wear the dress, Mrs. Lonnie stepped past me as if I was invisible and grabbed her small satchel to pull on her shoulder, I glanced at Mr. Lonnie as he grabbed the keys to the wagon. Mrs. Lonnie looked between Mr. Lonnie and I for a moment before she gracefully turned and walked toward the door with her head held high and her purse taunt against her side.

“Put the damn dress on boy, it’s time to go.” I whirled my head back to Mr. Lonnie at his sudden voice before quickly nodding.

He passed me and exited behind Mrs. Lonnie, I lifted the dress and pulled it over my head aggressively, I couldn’t believe that they were truly making me wear a dress… but they were making me truly wear a dress. I had no other choice, I could go to Mr. and Mrs. Lonnie’s room and find something to wear but if they saw that I hadn’t obeyed, I would for sure be getting another punishment when we returned home. I tucked my left and right arm into the dress and wiggled the rest of it down until it appeared to had fitted right enough, I frowned down at the dress as it appeared to be an almost perfect fit except for the fact that I didn’t have bosoms. I walked to the front door and knelt down to slip my shoes on, with my clothes were my socks and those were gone too. I got back to my feet and corrected the dress around me just as the door opened again, Mrs. Lonnie peeked her head inside to acknowledge me for once this morning. She gestured behind herself and I immediately knew she was telling me to come along, I bowed my head and passed Mrs. Lonnie as she grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face her.

I looked at her in confusion as she reached behind me and grabbed the hair-tie that was keeping my full strands of hair out of my face, she painfully yanked it and tossed it to the ground with a look of anger in her face before she turned and started to the wagon again. All my hair cascaded freely and consumed my face, causing me to reach up and push my hair out of my vision to look at Mr. Lonnie as he climbed into the wagon and minutes later the transportation roared to life. I took a step forward and stumbled while trying to catch myself, I looked down to see that I had tripped over my untied shoelaces and frowned once more because today seemed like it was going to already be a rough day. I reached back at my throbbing scalp from where Mrs. Lonnie had ripped a couple of strands loose carelessly, I rubbed the area before carefully walking toward the wagon as Mrs. Lonnie took the time to pause. I glanced behind me to see why she had stopped, she was observing her flower garden in front of their little shack and leaned down to pull two weeds that had tried to grow on each side of a rose noticeably.

I gulped as she stared at the two weeds then released a soft sigh and continued to the wagon, I opened the back door to the wagon and carefully climbed inside before becoming noticeably stuck as I wiggled my waist and tried to get the fluffy dress inside with me, how unfortunate! I immediately admired Mrs. Lonnie as a woman because this was one of the many things she went through just to have perfection, I turned and started to pull the dress inside as Mrs. Lonnie opened the door and climbed in the wagon herself. I took a heavy, tired breath and reached forward and gently close to the wagon door, I laid back against the backseat and closed my eyes while trying to regain some energy from the little fight I had with my dress. The soft rumbling of the wagon’s engine was also a little lullabying, I forced my eyes open so I could see exactly where we were going. Mr. Lonnie shifted gears and soon, we were rolling down the dirt path and toward our destination that was waiting for us, wherever this destination was of course, and the entire time, I remained silent in the backseat.

I stared silently out the window as the main part of town came into view but soon disappeared as we kept going on the dirt path, we never went past the town and this was a little exciting because we were adventuring out farther than normal. I eagerly looked around at the many trees passing as Mrs. Lonnie turned her head to look at me with a face of sudden worry, I looked back at him in confusion as she turned back around and buried her head in her hands. I bowed my head in sadness, I had let her down with whatever I had done, I felt terrible as I stared out the window without any more excitement, what had I done? I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to remember that I had hurt Mrs. Lonnie, while she was always making Mr. Lonnie punish me, I didn’t hate her because she was never the one truly punishing me.

It truly made sense why I hated Mr. Lonnie and not Mrs. Lonnie, she was nice at times, she’d let me have an extra piece of cake or give me a bed time story when I was younger, these things I easily remembered and refuse to let go. We came onto a gravel road and drove the very curvy length of it as I peeked around once more, wanting to know exactly why we were coming this way because it was further out than most places we’ve been. A soft patter of rain smack the glass and I stared at it as it slowly fell down the window, it was followed by many others as I looked forward through the windshield and watched in awe as we got closer to a large building. I looked at Mr. Lonnie and then at Mrs. Lonnie because it dawned on me, I was coming to visit my real mother, I looked at them in shock because they told me I would never see her again for some odd reason.

“My mother.” I said in sudden glee, she was always amused to see me as I was always amused to see her as well.

“No, Clem, we’-” Mrs. Lonnie started, looking at me with a teary face.

“Yes, Clem, she wanted to see you.” Mr. Lonnie butted in, making me look at him as I smile and nodded that I was happy to see her.

Then something else had dawned on me, I couldn’t go see my mother with a dress on! I gasped and look down at the dress I was wearing and suddenly felt suffocated, what would she say? What would she think? I frowned as I nervously nibbled my lip because I was scared to ask for something to change into, Mr. Lonnie would probably swat me over the head for being so ungrateful, at least I had something on my body. I smiled however, at least I was going to see my mother because they told me I wouldn’t be able to, I opened the door and pulled myself out the back with a small struggle because of the fluffy dress I was wearing. I smiled to the men that were standing patiently at the gate while waiting for us to come forward, Mrs. Lonnie stepped out and came to a stop beside me before she reached up and corrected the dress on my shoulders. I smiled so excitedly at her because I was ready to see my mother, I wanted to tell her everything I’ve seen and done while I was away with Mr. and Mrs. Lonnie, who both were taking care of me at the moment, at least until she was able to leave the asylum. I clapped my hands together and smiled so sweetly, knowing my real mother would be very happy to see me, I was now older and almost able to be on my own and then we could have our own place together and be truly happy as a real family. Mr. Lonnie finally stepped out and made his way toward the front gate with a few papers in his hand, Mrs. Lonnie grabbed me and entwined her arm with mine as we started to walk forward as well. I looked at the three men towering over Mr. Lonnie as he spoke with them, I felt a sense of

deja vu

as I remembered the commercial about the insane asylum that was on television yesterday. I looked at the gate and felt my insides twitch as it dawned on me and it was as if my body shut down without actually shutting down, I could still breathe, think, and move but it was more like shock had sat in because this wasn’t the correct asylum my mother was in.

“M-Mrs. Lonnie…” I started, wanting to tell her that we weren’t at the correct place.

“And which one is it?” A man spoke, making me look at him as he stared at Mrs. Lonnie and I.

I looked in shock at the tallest man out as he looked at Mr. Lonnie with a raised eyebrow, waiting on an answer, he looked tall but unlike the commercial, where he was standing in front of the two masculine man, he was almost masculine. His body was built for this type of occupation, where he had to fight crazy people that didn’t know what was wrong with them or didn’t believe what was wrong with them. I looked at Mrs. Lonnie with worry and tried to pull my arm away from her but she held tight as she turned her body to look at me while still holding me tightly by the arm so I couldn’t get away. I whimper as I looked at her with such hurt because she was going to let them take me, she was going to allow them to hurt me. I whimper and continued to try and pull away, my head was jerking hard enough to cause my hair to fly everywhere as I pushed at Mrs. Lonnie’s side. Two masculine man walked forward in pale green uniforms and grabbed each arm as Mrs. Lonnie moved away and turned to Mr. Lonnie, who gestured for her to wait in the car.

‘This couldn’t be happening…’ I thought as I started being pulled toward the opened gate of Eagle’s Insane Asylum. ’No, please… noooooo ’ The gate closed with a heavy bang as the tall authoritative man and Mr. Lonnie followed behind me and the two men holding me hostage.

Chapter Three

I gasped as we stepped into the asylum and quickly looked around for an exit, of course it was useless but I still attempted to watch my surroundings because I wasn’t suppose to be here and needed to escape if I could. I took a heavy breath as I was drug along a pathway, I stared up at the ceiling as the lights blurred by like I was hallucinating, nothing was wrong with me and I knew it. I sobbed loudly and attempted to pull my arms away so I could curl up in a ball but it was useless as the two masculine men held me tightly, not allowing me to do as I wanted to. I tired to look behind me, and I spotted the largest of the men walking with Mr. Lonnie as he sighed some papers attached to a clipboard and they softly made conversation, then I was forced to look forward again.

We came to a stop in front of a large, thick door made of thin metal and the leading man came forward to knock on it as the two men still held me tightly, making sure I wouldn’t escape or try to hurt anyone, I whimper as they all towered over me. I gulped nervously, staring at the large man as he stared back at me with an almost amusing smile, as if he couldn’t wait to get his hands on me. I was forced to look forward once more as they marched me further into the asylum, I looked at the peeling walls and the creaking wood under my feet as my vision appeared to waver for a second. I blinked away the blurriness as I knew I had to stay awake, I had to make sure I knew why I was here, and maybe Mr. Lonnie would tell me before he left me here for good.

We entered what appeared to be like a cafeteria, it was so much open space and quietness that I almost forgot where I was, until I saw the green-uniformed men all standing in preparation incase things were to start getting out of control. I blinked owlishly and glanced around in disbelief, this wasn’t how my mother’s insane asylum was, they were indeed mad there and this looked like a walk in the park compared to her asylum. I continued to unknowingly blink owlishly as I took everything in: as I said, it was completely quiet with the soft sound of humming and chess pieces moving, it wasn’t very packed and only a couple of bodies moved around here and there but there was no real conversations. It appeared that everyone mostly stuck to themselves in this ward, no one were really friends in the fear of losing one another through their own insanity.

“Smile, sweetheart,” My chin was grabbed and I was forced to look at the leader as he held my chin in place and smiled eagerly at me, “home, sweet home.”

I felt a tear caress down my cheek as I tried to look for Mr. Lonnie but his departure was signaled by the same door we entered through slamming shut heavily, the sound of the lock setting in place signaled then and there that my freedom was completely gone. The large man released my chin and gently rubbed my cheek, catching my tear before lowering his hand and his face becoming even colder, if possible. He was threateningly fearful to me with his cold green eyes stared me down in a swift motion, he then looked at the two men holding me and gestured to the left, telling them to take me somewhere. Where? I had no idea but I wanted to know. I stared at the large man in fear and awe, he was so built and masculine with cold blue eyes and the perfect nose shape for his masculine face. He turned away so I wasn’t able to ogle him any longer, much to my disappointment but I knew the time would come when we’d be sitting face to face and I would have the chance to really see him for who he was.

The men started walking, marching but also dragging me alone as we walked to another large door but this time it was thin and made of wood, a man posted beside the door opened the door by the tilde-shaped handle with the designed scales of a snack being the knob. I looked into the room to see it was more of a showering and changing area, I was forced inside a little too roughly and frowned at the mistreatment they showed me as I was released but immediately forced to my knees on the shower flooring. I attempted to pull away and immediately regretted it, my arm was pulled sharply behind my back, almost to the point where it was about to be pulled out of it’s socket and agony filled my arm as I cried out in pain, my knees immediately growing weak. I cried out as I prayed which ever man was holding me would release my arm, my prayers were ignored as my arm was kept in the painful position while the other worker came forward with a pair of scissors, I frowned at what he was doing as he grabbed locks of my hair and my heart sunk.

I never cut my hair, only because my mother always told me it was precious to her, and she loved how I looked with my hair long. I cried out and shook my head, in the hopes of him growing frustrated and giving up, instead, he tightened his hold on the strands he hand and painfully yanked them, causing me to cry out. I cried as the locks of hair fell to the shower flooring, I cried as the amount slowly grew and grew with each chop of the scissors in that man’s hand, I looked up at his face because I wanted to remember who he was, I wanted to remember who truly did the damage. He was a bald man, though he was probably in his late twenties, with dark blue eyes and an angry sneer on his face, his nose was straight and pointed, a mustache domed his upper lip completely. Like all the other workers present, which all of them seem to be male so far, he was built with rock muscle and a natural glare that could cause anyone to seize up in fear. He caught my stare and glared at me angrily, to him I was a disgrace, I wasn’t suppose to be on this earth and they thought they were going to fix me here, they were going to only torture me….

                

Marcus

Marcus sighed as he rubbed his head thoughtfully while staring at the completed information sheet before him, he was astonished by the beauty of the man that had been enrolled to the Eagle’s Insane Asylum owned by his dying father. He had never saw eyes so vibrantly hazel on any person, nor lips that looked so soft on any woman he ever bedded, something was unique about that man other than his fetish of women clothes and behaviors. Marcus lifted the information sheet and scanned his eyes over it, picking up keywords that easily told of the enrolled teenagers desires and corruptions.

His name was Clement Lincoln Ryan, age of fifteen, his father was dead and his mother was shacked in an asylum after having went made of her husband’s death, he was being fostered by Mr. Robert Lonnie and Mrs. Larita Lonnie before coming here. Marcus sat the completed information sheet back on top of the other stacks of papers while leaning back in his chair and in boredom, starting the pendulum balls sitting on his father’s desk. Marcus then turned and grabbed up the manila folder resting under stacks of Clement’s information, he pulled himself to his feet as he analyzed the last few deeds of information at the bottom of the page, Clement’s reason for being assigned to the asylum in the first place. Marcus was almost excited to see that Clement had a fetish of wearing women clothing like dresses and heels, to think that Clement was desiring to be a woman gave him an eagerness he never felt before, because he had a new thought in mind.

Indeed it was different, he couldn’t help but think about the outcome of giving Clement what he wanted. What if instead of depriving people what they wanted, he gave them what they desired and in return, he got a greater outcome. Marcus smirked because even he knew, Clement would soon become

Clementine Unique Ryan

. His excitement fell at the sound of a heavy knock on his door, he walked to the door and opened it slightly before turning to put Clement’s information in it’s rightful spot until he needed it again. Marcus glanced to see one of the workers, Dale, standing patiently while holding a small envelope, Marcus rose an eyebrow as he accepted the offered envelope while Dale also gestured toward the lobby, saying that Marcus had yet another visitor.

Marcus sighed. “Send her up.” He breathed, tearing open the envelope.

He pulled out the picture and glanced back to make sure Dale was gone before allowing a cheeky smile to come over his face, he walked back to the large oak desk and sat the manila file-folder back down before taking a paperclip and attaching the picture to Clement’s information. Analyzing the picture closer, Marcus took the time to take in Clement’s now ceaser haircut as he had tear streaks trailing from his saddened hazel eyes, his plump lips were in the shape of a delicious put that made Marcus want to bit them, his expression said that the picture had caught Clement off guard as his eyebrows appeared to be lifted in confusion. He closed the folder as he heard the soft clicking of heels grazing along the hallway of his father’s office, he sighed and allowed his smile to fall in an almost depressing manner. He sat the folder down just as he felt small, delicate hands caress his masculine back and shoulders, a soft chuckle filled the air as Marcus turned around and stared at the beautiful woman before him. He leaned back against the counter, staring at the beautiful woman with little to no desire as she stood in an elegant gown, her eyes flirtatiously blinking at him.

“Hello, Marcus, miss me?” She asked casually, smiling eagerly.

“Hello, Beth, not really.” Marcus said, making her eyebrows flare slightly before she shrugged and turned away to look around the office, as she did every time she came. “Why are you here?”

“I was coming to check on my father, I thought I should come and see you as well, I do miss the both of you occasionally.” Bethany Wright said, pulling her white shawl off and tossing it onto the desk beside Marcus as he stared at her exposed nipples openly. “Oh… Mr. Joseph, I’ll have to apologize, I guess I’m just so eager to see you.”

Marcus only stared, seeing how her hard nipples pointed through the thin fabric she bore on her body, Bethany moved closer sensually, taking up the position between Marcus’s legs as he only watched her sexually start rubbing her breast. She leaned forward and left stained red lips along his jawline as he allowed her to grope him however she wanted, he didn’t stop nor hesitate as he found excitement within himself, ogling her breast hungrily. It had only been a week since Bethany, Mary, Susan, Evelyn, Jeanette, or Carolyn, or any of the others for that matter, paid a visit to him. Reaching forward, Marcus cupped Bethany’s left breast and toyed with her nipples while watching as she moaned and bit her lip just as eager as he yanked the top of her thin evening gown down and suckled her nipple. Bethany moaned even louder, fisting into the black hair atop his head as he nibbled and sucked like she was the last woman on earth, as he did every time. Bethany was no stranger to sex, Thomas, Phillip, Jerome, and Marcus knew that, she was a woman of truth and lust with a gorgeous body and the desire of a golden man, as those men all were.

“Don’t deny me, Marcus.” Bethany whispered, reaching behind her and allowing the gown to fall miraculously down her body.

And of course, Marcus being the man he is, didn’t deny her.

I glanced around again for about the fifth time, I didn’t want to be here, it was too many people present and it was becoming very crowded during the lunch wave. There wasn’t much to eat but I had the balls to say we weren’t eating slop, there was foods left over from breakfast like stale cereals, cold meat patties, chilled milks, and crusted biscuits but then there were the lunch foods, which were small bare salads, small slider sandwiches, and chilled juices, as well as a bread slice with whatever you chose to eat. I chose to eat a slider sandwich, was just a small salami sandwich that made my teeth hurt because it was so cold and hard to chew, I nibbled on the remaining bread from my slice I was given.

It was over-packed, everyone was sitting to close and tension could easily be felt in the air as I sat by myself in the far corner, I didn’t know anyone and I didn’t want to know anyone. I gulped as I slowly pulled myself to my feet and threw my trash away before taking my seat once more, I stared around as people moved around slowly in a sluggish manner. The sun was in the distance, almost setting actually, and with the sun was going everyone’s will to live and energy to survive, everyone’s except mine, I needed to get the hell out of here before they kill me. I reached up and felt my bare head, it was so weird to feel because it was like I was naked up top, it agonized me that my hair was now gone but I had to get over it.

“Clement.” I lurched up at the sound of my name being called before slowly getting to my feet with unsureness, what did they want me for?

A man in one of the pale green uniforms came forward, he grabbed onto my bicep and started to lead me away, making me glance around with confusion as everyone stared at me while probably wondering also what was going on. I could feel their eyes boring into my body, knowing my many differences and smiling at my misfortune, I looked forward as I was led from the cafeteria area and toward the back hall. The hall was completely bare with nothing but one door, where were they taking me? Is this where I will be staying? We came to a stop in front of the single door and I could faintly hear scratching within, as well as the sound of moaning and grunting. I looked up at the man wearily as he knocked abruptly and loud, making me flinch, which he glanced at me threatening, almost daring me to do it once more.

The man then grabbed the handle and pushed the door open heavily, allowing me to see what was going on within the four walls of this room. I stared in complete shock at the scene before me, the room was filled with black curtains covering the few windows, a wooden cabinet was in the corner with a large oak desk in the center, as well as two leather chairs before the desk for people to sit in. What had really shocked me was that the large man, who’s name I still didn’t know, was atop of a woman as she moaned, and even upon our interruption, he never lost rhythm. He, without mercy, thrust himself forcefully into the beautiful woman below him as she moaned and didn’t miss a beat with him. I was astonished by what I was seeing, I took a step back but the man holding me stood place as he only pulled me into the room and waited to hear what the large man had to say.

“Ah,” The man chuckled from the desk, “wel… come.” He grunted, taking a heavy breath as he grabbed the woman by her long brown locks and pulled.

I looked up to the man holding me in a pleading manner as he only stood with a stone face, staring straight forward as he was suppose to, everything was so unfair and sick here, why was I in the room of them doing this? I was sickened by the way the large man didn’t care what he was doing to the woman, and she didn’t care of the interruption either. Instead, she seemed to only get more excited as the large man pulled out and turned her to face him, he lifted her onto the desk and put her legs on his shoulder, and he was back inside, pounding ferociously. It pained me to see him doing this so freely, why did it pain me? I don’t know, but it did.

I turned my head to avoid watching as his breath hitched and I figured he was almost finished, the woman below him screamed loudly as I kept my eyes averted away. I didn’t want to see it, I didn’t want to watch it, and I sure didn’t want to be a part of it. The two had parted while I refused to look and when I did glance over, the woman was standing in her complete nude while smiling at the large man with googly eyes, it was obvious that she liked him. The large man was pulling his trousers back up, buttoning them as she attempted to kiss him on the cheek, which he mushed her and dismissed her with the wave of his hand.

“Hello Clement, my name is Marcus.

Marcus Joseph

.“ The large man spoke, taking a seat in the leather chair behind the large desk he was once having sex with that woman on. “And I’m going to help you.”

Chapter Four

I laid back against the cold, hard bunk beneath me while staring up at the concrete ceiling, it was an unusual quietness about this place that honestly spooked me out. The deadening silence was suppose to be filled with crazed cackling and sobbing pain but there was none, at least not tonight there wasn’t, everyone seemed to be in a numbing trace. I heard the sound of footsteps and peeked up from my cot to see the shallow light of a flashlight, a guard was passing. I laid my head back down as the shallow glow beamed in my room for a split second then vanished the next second, I closed my eyes and listened closely to everything: the bustling pipes in the wall by my head transporting things, the squeaky work shoes of the patrolling guard, the soft squalling of scared mice near the end of the hall.

There it was, those were the sounds to dose any madness, there was no honest peace and quiet and that’s what scared me as I laid in the cot. I shivered as it felt like something was crawling along my skin, the thin blanket was causing me to itch uncontrollably, something was wrong with the sheets. I dug my nails into my skin uncomfortably, scratching at the irritation as I heard soft whimpering near, causing me to immediately pause what I was doing. I was alone and it was scary here, I didn’t belong here and everyone knew that, I could tell by how they all looked at me. Nothing was wrong with me, I didn’t have a fetish to wear women clothes like Mr. Joseph had brought up in my files, I didn’t have the need to act like a woman, I wasn’t a woman !

The itching returned, causing me to immediately go back to scratching viciously at my skin with my nails, it was painful but the feeling of things crawling on me was irritating. I closed my eyes and willed myself to go to sleep, because it was all in my head, I would wake up in my room with Mr. Lonnie hovering over me, waiting on me to awake. I would be able to eat a delicious breakfast that Mrs. Lonnie would sit in front of me then I would…. I would help her with the dishes, afterward, she’d ask me to help her…. help her sew a new handkerchief for Mr. Lonnie.

They were all there, all the signs that they had brought onto me. Mrs. Lonnie teaching me to

cook

a healthy dinner, how to properly

wash

caked-up dishes, how to

sew

shut a pair of ripped trousers, how to prepare a

soothing drink for a sore throat

whenever Mr. Lonnie was growing sick… they were all there. I knew how to cook, clean, sew, and take care of a sickness… the duties of any woman, and I knew how to do all of them. I looked to the window as a something soft and wet rolled down my cheek, not to mention it was warm to the feel, I reached up and wiped the stray tear before trying to pinpoint a star in the dark sky. I couldn’t see any, there were no stars near this building, I wanted to cry even more, I always looked up to the sky because my Father was up there, and now I was never going to be able to look up at him again. Another tear slid down my face and they were falling faster than I could wipe them without causing to much commotion, I didn’t want anyone to know I was still awake.

A soft hum caught my attention before a creak followed my door opening, it was too late, they already knew I was still awake. I looked at one of the workers as he pushed a small alloy table into the room, I was confused to what he had on the table as he moved closer to me, coming to a stop directly beside me. I frowned as I slowly sat up but was immediately pinned by my left shoulder while he lifted a syringe filled with some clear liquid. I gasped and tried to recoil away but it didn’t matter because he easily penetrated my shoulder with the long needle, making me freeze immediately. I could feel the flush of the clear liquid enter my arm, which immediately went started to tingle into numbness, I looked up at his stoic face as he watched me. His stone face slowly became blurry as I made the mistake of trying to blink the blurriness away, why was it a mistake, my eyes didn’t open back up. I could feel the tingling of the man’s hand on my shoulder disappear as I heard his footsteps walking away, the fuzzy feeling slowly covered my entire body as the darkness appeared to swirl within my eyelids, if possible. I was trapped in my own thoughts because everything was numb, I willed my arm to move but it was useless as my eyelids still appeared to be glued shut… this wasn’t good.

                       

Marcus

The soft burn of the liquid flooding his system caused him to heave aggressively, he ignored the concerned look he received from Dale as he looked at the cold, metal wall before him with a stern expression. His tongue felt fat and heavy, too heavy to lift and lick along his pearly white teeth that felt unusually dry, just like the rest of his mouth. Marcus heaved once more, his stomach turning in a fisting manner, as if someone was repeatedly punching him as hard as they could in the stomach, he again ignored Dale’s concern. The doses were becoming uncontrollably high, penetrating his system and coating his organs in a soothing fashion. Marcus appeared to slowly relax as he ignored another heave that escaped unexpectedly from his lips, the pain appeared to almost be everlasting as he released a shaky breath.

“Is it all in?” Marcus asked in a humid, breathy tone.

“Yea.” Dale replied sternly, slowly withdrawing the needle.

“He’s having trouble sleeping.” Marcus spoke suddenly, repeating the information he was given from his personal worker.

“They always do on the first night.” Dale replied stoically. “I wouldn’t worry about it, Mr. Joseph, I only told you that to bring you ease, not worry.”

“You suppose I not worry about something like that, Dale? If anything, you told me so that I could worry, and they do not all do that the first night…” Marcus aggressively snatched his arm away from Dale, who was attaching a Band-Aid to the small puncture,“ I used to work in the same position you did.“

“Then you would understand how tired and hungry I am.” Dale spoke up, looking Marcus square in the eyes before turning away and returning all his items to the correct spot.

“You had a break-” Marcus started, standing to his wobbly legs while yanking away from Dale’s offering hand.

“You told me to go retrieve Mr. Ryan for you to speak to him.” Dale replied, grabbing onto Marcus, who stumbled when trying to step.

“You could of went on a break aft-” Marcus tried, pushing Dale away with a disgusted sneer on his face.

“You told me to scrub your desk clean, do not leave any traces of what you had done.” Dale retorted, glaring right into Marcus face now.

“After tha-” Marcus was immediately cut off.

“You told me to escort Ms. Wright home, where you understood she would come onto me. You told me to entertain her long enough, and I did, sir.” Dale said. “Not that I enjoyed it as you had, Mr. Joseph.” Marcus lowered his head in spite, shaking it slowly to rid the angry reminders that he was using his own lust to break women hearts.

“Tomorrow, you’re off tomorrow.” Dale inclined his head in a thank you before slowly leading Marcus up the stairs and toward the room that was waiting for him.

Marcus grabbed onto the doorsill just as Dale went to help him enter, he turned to look Dale straight in the face before slowly nodding his head at him, he then shakily made his way inside the bedroom and plopped down on the large, red canopy king-sized bed in the middle. He buried his face in his hands as his world appeared to tilt suddenly, he immediately grabbed onto the footboard and caught himself from toppling face-first off the edge of the bed. He looked up at Dale and gave him a toothy smile before waving him in dismissal.

“Get home to your wife, Dale, it’s getting late.” Marcus chuckled, allowing himself to fall back against the bed with a heavy grunt.

He listened closely and patiently waited as the door to his bedroom slammed shot, no longer allowing the soft hue light of the hallway enter, now darkening his bedroom considerably. Marcus closed is eyes and softly hummed in bliss as warmth caressed him in imagery, soft inscent candles burned in various places of his light bedroom, they provided both lusting scent and light onto the large, red canopy bed that was occupied by his body. Marcus sigp0lhed in want as he felt himself harden while a hand caressed his masculine chest, his lips parted as soft lips pressed against his with hunger and unbelievably soft gentleness. The kiss only added more fuel to the fire inside of him, causing him to stiffen more as the hand caressing his chest moved down into his buckled trousers and grab him against his base.

Marcus felt numb as his body reacted to the hand stroking him, rubbing from tip to base in a slow, rhythmic manner that made him want to go ballistic. He hissed as he felt his scrotum tighten suddenly, the soft jets of cum plastered onto the throat walls of the stranger in his bed as he lifted his head and looked down between his legs. The feeling of suction caused his toes to curl and uncurl drastically, the feeling of tight lips wrapped around his manhood made him want to yell at the top of his lungs, but when he opened his mouth, he felt like he was suddenly suffocating.The face was so familiar, soft brunette brown hair swirled along the floor as the bobbing head looked up and soft hazel eyes made eye contact with him. He stared in bewilderment but made no action of pushing the small male away as the brown hair fell into the eyes of the delicious male between his legs.

The desire only grew as Marcus threw his head back and felt the soft cushioning of the silky red fabrics beneath him, he opened his eyes and watched as someone descended upon him. The feeling of tightness around his cock once more sent him into fury bliss, he didn’t hesitate as he grabbed the thick waist of the small male and pushed upward into the nothingness. His imagination had gotten the best of him, the cold black bedroom was completely empty without candles, lusting scents, and definitely no other presence lingered as he rolled onto his side grunted as jets of cum plastered onto his pants once more.

Marcus’s second load was more gracious, coating the front of his trousers thickly as he clenched and unclenched his fist in desire: the need of wanting to truly be wanted, the thought of someone actually thinking of him. Marcus hissed as he opened his eyes and stared at the soft hazel eyes staring back at him so innocently, the blunt bangs almost hid the innocent gaze Marcus felt penetrating his heart. He could feel his heart beating viciously fast, his body was completely lip under the gaze of the male, who had which descended onto his manhood gracefully. Marcus released a choking sound as he heaved for air, his lungs exercised their function viciously but it felt useless, Marcus squeezed his eyes shut as he breathed hard and pleadingly cried for the small male to stop , to let him catch his breath , to let him re-collect himself .

Marcus opened his eyes and hissed at the sight of the small male hollering silently at the sky as he descended and repeatedly ascended onto his manhood, an elegant sight to see. Such a sight caused him only need as he rolled back onto his back and fisted the sheets near him, the feeling was so new and strong that Marcus was scared he wouldn’t be able to escape the sensations he felt. Marcus blinked and the soft candle light illuminated on the small males tiny figure as his soft brown hair bounced along with him, the hair brushed and tickled Marcus’s thighs, only making him wiggle with the mixture bliss of uncomfortableness and pleasure. Marcus squeezed his eyes shut, feeling yet another load building in his balls and unfortunately spew as he cried angrily and loudly, penetrating the quiet for a split second before his mind settled and he had dosed off to sleep.

            

           

I gagged as I choked on the water, it was chilling cold and the fact that all my blood was rushing to my head was making me uncontrollably nauseas, I moaned in agony as Mr. Joseph squatted by my head and stared into my eyes as I stared back at him with a pleading expression. I had woken up to a dooming day, it immediately seemed, the sun wasn’t shinning and it was very gloomy from the foggy atmosphere. I blinked owlishly without intentionally meaning to, it was just completely confused to why I was being held upside down and occasionally dunked head-down in a bucket of chilled water, was this suppose to be fun to them?

My ears ringed viciously, occasionally lessening to pick up the sloshing water beneath my head, the sound of the strong footsteps that belonged to either Mr. Joseph or the two other men he had brought with him. Mr. Joseph moved to his feet and turned to walk to a table, I wasn’t sure what exactly was on the table but I was confused to why I was still upside down and being tortured like this. I had done nothing wrong, maybe it was because of last night but that still shouldn’t had caused me to have to be tortured this way, I don’t like being here. I had dreamed I escaped last night, I was walking through a hallway that entered to a bedroom, the bedroom was occupied with one man and multiple women that were keeping him entertained enough to where I stole the master key and escaped.

“Clementine, I will only ask you this one more time… what are you?” Oh… so that’s what this is about.

“I’m a man, Mr. Joseph.” I replied, feeling a shiver descend over my body at the way Mr. Joseph’s head snapped around to stare at me in an almost unhuman way.

“Dunk him.” Mr. Joseph ordered, I gulped nervously as I looked at the pale green pants legs of the two workers coming my way.

“P-Please–” I was cut off by cold water filling my mouth, throat, and nostrils.

I felt the chill water open my nose and fill my mouth in a rush, I gagged and kicked, hoping to loosen myself in the straps securing me to the vertical board I was strapped to, this wasn’t right! I felt fatigue settling in on the edges of my mental state, I was physically tired from not getting enough sleep last night, I had missed breakfast and was starving, I was being tortured beyond belief and this only made me want to wail to the sky above and beg for mercy. I was lifted again, I had only been under possibly five seconds but it felt like five minutes had went by, five minutes of my life that I would never get back. I wasn’t insane, I wasn’t unhuman, I was only a young man hoping to get away from the wicked town that thought sending anyone to a insane asylum for no reason was okay. I gagged and heaved for air, breathing heavily as saliva dripped from my mouth, some pooling into the filled water bucket below me, my head was completely socked and I shivered uncontrollably as I stared ahead in awe and shock at the same time. I cried out, sobbing loudly as my spirit was broken, this was almost the tenth time I had been dunked under the chilled water. Water soaked the metal floors, splashing up along the walls from my wiggling around, and not to mention the other affects of waking up this way was starting to get to me… I just wanted to eat. I waited patiently for Mr. Joseph to ask the same question he’s been asking me all morning. What are you? Or is it… who are you? I felt sick at the thought of being a woman, I didn’t want to be a woman because that wasn’t who I was, nor was I made that way. I sniffled up what I could while looking around the room with blurry eyes, it was hard to pinpoint what was what, no matter how hard I blinked. I coughed up a little bile and spitted it out into the water, coughing once more as saliva poured along the inner cheeks of my mouth, all of these was disgusting. I didn’t belong here, I didn’t deserve this punishment. I had done nothing wrong but be the person I was suppose to be, I had been raised to do right by a woman, when she asked for you to do something or asked you for help, it’s a man’s right to help her. In the end, I had been tricked into putting myself in the unrightfully wrong position, I wasn’t a woman and I knew that deep down but I saw no other way around it. Escaping wasn’t going to be easy, I could tell from all the security around this place, and Mr. Joseph wasn’t someone you could easily get around, I could already tell from just talking to him the first day. Today, my second day, was going to be a dramatic change from yesterday, even with it just being in Mr. Joseph’s hand.

“What are you?” Mr. Joseph asked, his back toward me still… why was he no longer facing me, was he disgusted about the sight he saw because I was.

“C-Clem-Clementine U-Unique R-R-R…” It was too hard to finish, I felt sick to the stomach as I squeezed my eyes shut and willed the churning to stop, that definitely wasn’t good. “Clementine U-Unique Ryan, I’m-I’m Clementine Unique Ryan.”

“Nice to meet you, Clementine…” Mr. Joseph spoke, slowly turning to stare me up and down as I stared back at him pleadingly. “My name is Mr. Joseph…” He turned around once more, heading toward the large metal door. “Dunk him.”

Chapter Five

Marcus

Marcus shook heavily as he tried to calm his fusing nerves, he hated himself deeper than anyone could ever understand, he reached up and ran his large warm hand over his face as he tried to think of what would help, what would make him understand what was really wrong. Marcus blinked and looked up at Dale, who only stared with a stone face and a bored glare in his eyes, Marcus felt unbelievable anger toward him. Dale rose an eyebrow and glanced behind him to see what Marcus was staring at, it then dawned on him that Marcus was indeed glaring at him with a hard look of hatred. He didn’t understand what was going on in Marcus’s head, he didn’t understand what the poor man was feeling at the moment, no one could. If anyone understood what was going on in Marcus’s head, if they even got a glimpse of the lust-filled spell he had endured last night, Marcus would be shackled up right beside Clement …ine , head deep in a bucket of cold water. Marcus couldn’t allow that to happen, he had to hide the fact that something wasn’t right with him, he had to get himself back into a better controlling position.

“Get Tabitha

now

.“ Marcus ordered him, he saw that it was Dale’s fault, all of it was Dale’s fault.

The fact that Marcus had believed breaking Clement …ine in would a forgiving task, something he could do and allow to breeze away in a distant memory, had Marcus thought things through, he would of been prepared for the sudden flow of emotions. Dale disappeared out the door quickly to do as Marcus had demanded, the need to be alone was also dawning on him as he walked to the lobby. Marcus wanted to throw a rampage, he wanted to go to every room and destroy something just to help with the feeling of guilt. He couldn’t help but see the pleading hazel eyes boring into his core, begging him to help him, to get him away from this mess he was introduced to only a day ago. Marcus understood, he knew that Clementine was scared, he knew

her

life was going to change completely and he understood why Clementine was scared because only three months ago, Marcus was ushered into the

Eagle’s Insane Asylum’s

office to take over the duties of his father. Marcus sighed and attempted to relax as he heard a soft knock against the door to indicate someone was here to see him, he cleared his throat and blinked a few times, hoping it’ll help with the pitting anger he felt.

“Come in.” He ordered between clenched teeth.

Tabitha entered slowly, she was smaller than the average woman with a head full of blonde hair, her eyes were a soft brown as they glimmered in the light of the office, she wore the issued clothing of the asylum, her barefeet against the chilling ground. Marcus smirked as he caught Tabitha glance at him before she quickly averted her eyes and pretended to be focused on something else. She knew exactly why she had been retrieved, she knew the moment Dale stayed at the door and allowed her to enter by herself, the

man of her dreams

was in need and desired her comfort. She looked at him while moving closer to the desk shyly, her cheeks softly pinked innocently as she glanced him up and down while he waited patiently for her to become comfortable with his presence.

“Mr. Joseph…” She spoke softly, biting her lip timidly while glancing around the office again.

“Good morning… afternoon, actually.” Marcus spoke, standing up and looking the desirable woman up and down slowly.

Tabitha was oddly beautiful for her smaller frame, she was barely taller than Clementine with a lucious frame that made any man weak in the knees, her bosoms were plump and full, swollen and ready for any child to nurse on. Her hips were smaller with a thin torso, her eyes held such depth and promised bliss that made any man just as eager as the next, she was no stranger to pleasuring a man, as her desire of prostitution nursed her in her rightful room at the asylum.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Joseph, you’ve called unto me…” Tabitha trailed, glancing up at him and shyly smiling with a soft blush.

“I did…” Marcus replied unsurely, softly nodded while rounding the desk and visibly hesitating, causing even Tabitha to seem confused… fore her future husband never hesitated.

“I’ll help you with anything, Mr. Joseph, you know that already.” Tabitha promised, moving closer as she cupped her hands before her large bosoms and playfully bit her lip.

“That I know, Tabitha, it’s… been a minute and I was wondering if-”

“Yes.” She said, happily moving closer to him as he looked at her with her soft brown eyes glimmering in excitement. “Whatever you need me to do, Marcus. I’ll do it.”

Marcus grinned slightly, his eyes trailing along Tabitha’s elegant body before moving back to her eyes as he felt his own excitement pour through his veins. “ Suck me .“

I stared at the salami slider with no appetite to eat, that was so traitorous that I only wanted to ball up and cry in front of everyone, but no one was actually paying me any attention. I looked up with blurry vision and tried to make out any faces that were really noticeable, but it was hard considering I was in my little corner away from the population of the ward and the blurriness. I hiccupped and glanced around to see if it had caught anyone’s attention, and it had. I stared at the woman as she stared back at me, her expression hardening in consideration before it was as if she went into a dazing state and her eyes glazed over… she was gone to the world again. That was what I called insane, I wasn’t suppose to be here and I know no matter how many times I told myself, I still needed to get home. They’ll come back, I kept telling myself with my head upside down and hearing the water thump into the bucket beneath me, but deep down, I knew it was only futile encouragement.

“Ya gonna eat that?” I heard someone say, bringing me out of my thought train… I must look dazed like the woman not to far away from me, she was in her own presence like me.

I looked at the elderly man before me, he was at least in his later thirties with soft hazily blue eyes and an eager smile, it stunned me that he could actually smile as he wore a blue issued uniform just like the rest of us. I blinked, still stunned but it thankfully went away just as he went to snatch at my slider, I watched as he retreated with it, cackling almost hysterically. I watched as a guard walked forward and grabbed the man’s shoulder, another guard patrolling the first also followed through with calming the hysterically laughing man, as his laughing now became yelling. I stared on in shock, scared that this would be put on me, scared that I would be at fault for setting this man into a crazed state… what was I doing to these people? What were they doing to these people? I nervously pulled myself from my chair, feeling everything else towering me as I nervously backed into the corner and kept my eyes on the scene getting out of control before me.

The elderly man had dropped my salami slider on the ground and turned to the first guard, who immediately took a surrendering stance and took three steps back, easily indicating he wasn’t wanting to hurt the older male. The second guard took slow, quiet and cautious steps forward until he was behind the man before swiftly sliding his arms under the older man’s armpits and clasping his hands behind the back of elderly man’s neck, sending him into a frenzy. Briefly and skillfully, the man was placed on the ground in a sweeping motion and the loud screaming didn’t stop as they held him there, softly speaking to him in the hopes that he would calm down before they had to take further steps to sedate him. I gulped in shock, not wanting to know what the next steps were, I watched as the man got his left arm free and attempted to elbow the guard on top of him while trying to also slither from underneath him.

“Kalvin.” A deep, penetrating voice spoke, causing everyone’s head to snap in the direction of the long hallway I was lead down the first day I arrived… I knew exactly who it was.

Mr. Joseph stood with his hands behind his back, a very disappointing expression on his face as he watched the elderly man slowly pull himself to his feet before pointing an accusing finger in my direction, tears streaming down his face… he was bipolar, maybe? I backed deeper into my corner as the two guards stayed in position to hold the man incase he tried to attack anyone, he had to be bipolar, what else was there to it? I blinked, feeling all eyes glue to me and stick thoroughly, all the accusing eyes faced me and made me want to bury myself in the walls of the ward. I wanted them to look away, I was self-conscious as it was and wondered what kept them looking? My shaved head? My

eyes

? My

uniform

?

I wasn’t crazy, and I knew that, but they didn’t. I gulped furiously, quickly whirling around to face the corner and get away from the peeping eyes, but I could still feel them boring into my back, burning holes. I slowly turned back around, looking up at Mr. Joseph as he had moved closer and had come to a stop in front of the Kalvin man, who’s head was bowed in an almost dreadful way, he was scared of Mr. Joseph… who wouldn’t be? I stared onward, I knew damn well it wasn’t my fault, everyone should had known it wasn’t my fault because I was going to let him have my food, I didn’t want it anyway.

“Clem…” Mr. Joseph said in a shocked tone, making me feel much relief that he didn’t call me…

that

. “ Clementine …,“ Spoke too soon, “come to me, no one is going to hurt you.”

“Y-You already did.” I muttered quickly, not truly thinking about it until it had already slipped out my mouth without a second thought.

I quickly looked up to see if he had caught what I had said, immediately taken by surprise as he was only three steps or less away from me, staring down at me with darkened eyes that took every inch of me in. I stared in shock, eyes widen and lips pursed tightly against each other while regretting ever opening my mouth to reply to him, I should had kept my mouth shut and now I was about to be punished for being a smart aleck, I was sure of it. I cupped my hands in front of me, wringing them around one another nervously as I pulled my hands up to my chest and wished I had a knife in them at the moment, I didn’t want my head dipped in a bucket of chilled water anymore… never again. I looked at him, telling myself to say sorry but I couldn’t do it, I could say anything as he lowered his head more, staring me straight in the eyes with a small smile… an almost sinister smile. I blinked, looking away from his intense stare, it was too strong to keep contact with, the way he glared and smirked was disgusting on his handsome face, he disgusted me! He lifted his large hands and gently rested them on my shoulders, making me stare at him unsurely as I figured maybe he was picking a punishment in his head, he was deciding how to punish me for what I had commented about.

“I’ve been told you didn’t get the chance to eat… Mr. Kalvin here apologizes for his actions.” Mr. Joseph gestured to the elderly man, the Kalvin guy, who comically lowered his head and shook it in an amusing way that told me he wasn’t really sorry… it was funny to see his large bald spot with hair crowning it. “Come with me, we’re going to get some food in your stomach.”

I was unsure of this, deeply unsure of this decision, should I decline? Would this be my last meal of the night? Was it a trap? I nervously glanced around, my eyebrows setting in a fashion that made it seem like I was close to crying, as my eyes were already reddened from the unfallen tears. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading for him to not be setting me up for failure, to actually feed me reliable food that want make me sick to the stomach or have a deformity. He returned my concerned look with a gentle look, a small side smile that was nothing compared to his devious smirks, he made me oddly comfortable when he smiled. I blinked and slowly nodded, watching as he lowered his hands and turned to walk away before stopping in front of the guards standing beside a “saddened” Kalvin, who looked up at him with a big smile on his face. His smile made me think he had accomplished something, Mr. Joseph raised his head and smiled back down at the Kalvin guy, almost like he was agreeing with him and just as smoothly as he did me.

“Lock him in for the day.” The Kalvin guy smile dissipated fast enough to put a second-minute clock to shame.

One guard grabbed him on each side as the Kalvin guy looked around in shock, everyone watched on as he was marched to his sleeping cell but I couldn’t watch, I had to make sure not to feel guilty for making him have to be locked away for the day. The man was already insane and I was only making it worse by having them punish him for something I did, it was my fault he was trouble, and I knew it. I kept my head bow, following behind Mr. Joseph as he walked toward the hallway and stopped by a guard standing by it, I knew the guard as the one that cut my hair off, leaving me naked and incomplete forever. I stayed hunched up within myself, my shoulders slouched over as I walked and prayed no one would think different of me, I loved being in my own little bubble and presence, I wanted not another in it.

“Did you clean?” Mr. Joseph asked the man, making me casually lift my head and quickly bow it again when I realized he wasn’t talking to me.

“Yes, sir.” The man said.

“Good, bring three of whatever is left in the kitchen to my office, and you can be let off early.” Mr. Joseph said to the man, who swiftly nodded and left to do as he was told.

The man quickly stopped. “Which office, sir?” Mr. Joseph pursed his lips in thought and rubbed his chin for a small moment.

“ Back office .“ There was a back office, maybe that’s where he’ll be going to talk to me about this incident… I assume that’s why he’s making me follow him to the back. “Come, Clementine .”

The name made me want to belch terribly, I hated it with a passion, I wasn’t a woman and I had no plans on becoming a woman anytime soon, no matter what anyone said or did, I was going to fight it the best I could. I followed sluggishly, stopping with Mr. Joseph as he opened a door to the office we were in before, perhaps this was the back office then, and there’s another office in the front or something… who knows, I wouldn’t.

“I trust you will eat anything that is brought to you.” Mr. Joseph said, allowing me to enter first.

I quickly moved into the office and watched from a distance in the further corner by the file cabinets as he walked around his large, oak desk and picked up the phone’s handset while punching in a few keys. I watched him closely, curious to know who he was calling but I knew it was still none of my business, I had to pretend to not care and decided to look around the office as I waited for him to get off the phone and ask me millions of questions. The office was a decent size, having a lot of space, even with the large desk in the middle of it and the comfortable-looking office chair behind it. The desk was cluttered completely, files among scrapes of paper among bills…

among

everything else, it was a terrible sight to see someone with such to no organization, and that was one thing that was a pet peeve of mine, things must be in order to live a good life. I looked away, staring at the many file cabinets behind me and wondering what was occupying them. I glanced to Mr. Joseph on the telephone, the handset pressed against his ear as he patiently waited for something, perhaps someone to answer the telephone for him. Even while our town was more into the older date and age, we still had slightly advanced technologies that included telephones and television, but nothing too absurd in society just yet.

“I wanted to place an order, calling from Eagle’s Insane Asylum.” An order, eh? For what, syringes? I mentally rolled my eyes, glancing at the file cabinet again… this was my chance.

I slowly moved to them staring at the only open one that allowed me to see inside and looking at the many folders inside, wondering if my name was on one. I glanced behind me and saw that Mr. Joseph still had his back toward me, now lowly talking into the telephone as he ordered what he wanted from whoever he was calling. I reached down swiftly and lifted the first file folder I got free easily, the small tag read Fetcher, Green…

Green Fetcher

, it sounded oddly strange to be someone’s name. I glanced behind me again, making sure Mr. Joseph still wasn’t paying attention before whisking down and grabbing yet another file folder, this time coming up with Jenkins, Dylan…

Dylan Jenkins

, I have to keep going further back. I paused, sliding the file folder back in place before squinting at the rows of last names hard enough to give me a headache, I closed my eyes and rubbed at them for a second. I took my chance as I spotted Ryan and made a made dash for my personal folder when a tanned hand came out of nowhere and tightly gripped my wrist. I gasped, turning to look at Mr. Joseph as he eyed me, staring at me with a sinister smile lingering on his delicious lips… did I say delicious… I said delicious. I blinked, trying to pull my at away as I looked at Mr. Joseph wearily, his smile only widened as he squinted his eyes in an infatuated way.

“You’re a sneaky one, yes, Clementine?” Mr. Joseph spoke, smirking heavily. “That’s a big no in my book of punishments .”

Oh god, is that actually a thing!?

Chapter Six

I cried loudly at the intense feeling of the small feather hairs on my body were yanked at, the strong wave of pain immediately followed as I sobbed and struggled against the restraints holding me down. I was strapped to a flatbed with a thin mattress that allowed me to feel every string under it, my arms were tied above my head and my legs were bent at the knees and tied around the ankles, displaying my manhood. I struggled harder, feeling my energy drain in numerous ways, from my heavy breathing to the constant kicking of my legs whenever the torturous man hurting me drew closer. I sobbed again, using the chance to get the worker to stop as he stood in his pale green uniform, his eyes trained on the bowl he was stirring before him while holding a strip of paraffin paper in his other hand. Agony swelled and pulsed around my genitals, I threw my head back with another loud sob as I heard the door shut and immediately looked up with alertness.

I was positive my eyes were puffy and red and I squeezed them tightly as the worker returned, I didn’t want to see when it would happen, it only made it worse for me to know. I felt the warm wax stick to my few pubic hairs and whimper loudly while waiting for the man to rip it off, I didn’t want to look at him when he did it, I was too embarrassed because he was seeing me like this… he was seeing my manhood. I pulled a heavy whiff of air through my nose and heard the loud rip, clenching my teeth as I hissed through them loudly, not wanting to scream. My throat throbbed aggressively from screaming, my eyes swollen and itchy from crying, my cheeks wet and sticky from tears, I wanted to go hide in a corner and never return. I slowly pulled my eyes open as I prayed that we were now finished, I whimpered as the man moved closer to me but he luckily wasn’t holding another paraffin paper in his hand, nor the stir stick.

“He’s ready.” The worker said sternly, his stoic face staring at me so blankly.

Ready

? Ready for what? Wasn’t I punished enough? This made me sob only more, wiggling in my restraints as I shook my head at the worker, I didn’t want to do anything else, I wanted to go to my cell and cry myself to sleep.

“Clementine…” A deep voice echoed doubtfully, making me immediately freeze because of the familiar tone.

It was his fault I was attached to this bed right now, getting my… my manhood waxed of any small growth I had finally gotten. I turned my head slightly as he came into my peripheral vision, I didn’t trust him and I would never trust him again, I stared at him before looking at the suddenly trustful worker that was starting to leave. I didn’t want him to leave me with this monster, this was no man, he was a

MONSTER

! I turned my attention back to Mr. Joseph, watching as he moved slightly closer and leaned down close to me, my teary eyes watched his every move as he lifted his hand and gently stroked my cheek, collecting a tear. I fearfully turned my head away, he wasn’t trustworthy of my life or my actions, I could never trust someone like him. He moved his hand away and stared at me, making me nervously glance around for the door he came through, maybe I can escape out of it. I nibbled on my bottom lip, looking up at my restrained right arm before looking back at Mr. Joseph as he followed where I had glanced and a sneaky smile came over his face, I hate his sneaky smiles.

“You want to leave, don’t you?” He asked in a very strong tone, inching closer to my face.

“P-Please…” I begged, blinking rapidly to fight the flood of tears swelling up.

“But why?” Mr. Joseph asked. “Why would you leave me? All alone by myself? Don’t you trust me?” He continued.

He reached up and gently rubbed my nose, making me flinch as I stared at him in confusion while wondering what exactly he was up to, why was he asking these questions? I blinked and glanced at my restrained feet before looking back at Mr. Joseph as his eyes trailed my exposing body, I blinked and watched on as they lingered on my manhood. He moved closer, grabbing it gently around the base and moving it around slowly, as if he was examining it. I gasped in shock, him touching my manhood was beyond the goal of any man, his hand was so warm and soft, comforting as I closed my eyes and willed the sensation to disappear. I released a louder gasp as he started to gently stroke it around the base, making me immediately open my eyes and stare at him in awe that he was doing this, he was a man and I was a man. I stared at Mr. Joseph, blinking nervously as he smiled and gently released me, I was happy he was being very gentle but why did he care if I felt pain or not? It was his fault I was being treated like this anyway, I pulled against my restraints once more as Mr. Joseph smiled down at me in an almost eager way that made my skin crawl, what exactly was he up to?

                —–

I frowned as I slowly lifted my head, my neck and shoulders cramped as I looked around to find myself in a metal box, a large metal box with a set of medical tools on a tray near me. I glanced around slowly to take everything in accurately, I had no idea how I got here and when I got here, but that punishment Mr. Joseph inflicted was the last thing I remember. I had been tied to my bed and waxed of any tiny hairs that had managed to grow with my manhood, at least around my manhood. I hiccupped, catching the attention of someone in a nearby chair as I heard soft steps coming in my direction.

“Well, good morning to you, Mr. Ryan.” I looked up to a man as he stood in a white coat, as if that told me he knew what he was doing. “Ah, well… it’s more like afternoon, I see you slept well.”

“W-Who are you?” I asked unsurely, why was I in here?

“My name is Dr. Flanton, I’m going to start your procedure today.” Dr. Flanton spoke, making me frown as I tried to think of what procedure I was suppose to have today, I knew nothing of a procedure.

“What procedure?” I asked, getting silence as an answer in return. “What procedure!” I demanded suddenly, taking even myself by surprise. 

“Just relax, Mr. Ryan.” Dr. Flanton whispered loud enough for me to hear as he grabbed a face mask, making me fight against the restraints, or at least try to. 

He quickly moved the face mask over my face as my eyes widened from reflex, I stared at him in complete fear as I found no more strength to struggle and a woozy feeling immediately flood over my body. I stared into his pale green eyes that were dead with emotion as he stared back at me, my head thumped the back of the cushion on the examination table below, it felt something like a dentist chair. I felt a tear streak down my face as I tried to hold my eyes open, I tried to move away from the face mask but it was useless as the woozy feeling continued to settle within me and my vision blurred. I couldn’t stop my eyes from slowly shutting and putting a end to my struggle, fear encased me as I fell into the depths of the dark beneath me and I couldn’t even hear my own screams.

               

Marcus

I coughed, dropping the cigarette I was once holding in my hand as I reached up to wipe at my nose because of the sensation of something splattering, I looked at the blood on my hand and groaned angrily at the reminder to why my nose was bleeding. I knew that Mr. Jefferson couldn’t control himself and I felt the worse one because I had reacted in a bad way myself, his head-butt damn near knocked me unconscious in front of everyone,  and it’s what made me react the way I did. I reached for the box of tissue just as my door immediately swung open to reveal an angry woman, I stared at him momentarily before sighing and gesturing to the chair facing my desk knowingly as I leaned back in my leather one.

Chapter Seven

Marcus

I cut my eyes to the door as I heard a sharp knock that caused me to pause Amalia Jefferson, Mr. Jefferson’s daughter, amongst her raging as she tearfully tried to reason with me, Mr. Jefferson was no longer stable enough to stay in my asylum, and it was with good reason. I raised to my feet and walked around my desk as she patiently waited, bothering to leave her tears running down her face instead of taking the chance to wipe them, as she wanted me to feel pity. I had none left.

I grabbed the handle, pausing to make sure I had no blood present on my face before swinging the door open broadly, I raised a questioning brow at Dale, who presented a stoic-faced patient to me. I immediately smiled kindly at Clementine as she stared at me, her unknowingly drooling while her milky-white eyes glittered like crystals as they wandered carelessly along the patterned walls, but was she truly seeing? I moved forward, carefully grabbing Clementine’s shoulders and running my hands soothingly from the shoulder to the elbow then back to the shoulder, I knew it would easily sooth her as she possibly unseeingly stared.

“Where’s Dr. Flanton?” I asked calmly as possible, not wanting the freshly lobotomized patient to freak out from the sudden change. “She should not be up and walking, no should her eyes be unwrapped. It’s exposing her scars to any bacteria in the air and she could possibly get an infection, and we surely do not want that, do we, Clementine?” I expected no answer back, but patiently waited.

Nothing.

My eyebrows flared as I moved a step in closer, I grabbed Clementine’s hand and gently cupped my large ones around her frail ones, I eyed her closely while waiting for any response of the sort. Anything that told me there was a fragment of Clement somewhere in there, which I prayed was the answer, Clement couldn’t be gone completely… could he? I reached up and cupped her cheeks, I frowned at her chilled cheeks as she stoically stared onward into my chest, but I still didn’t know if her pearly eyes was seeing or not. I looked at Dale with realization that he had never replied, instead he stared at Clementine as well, watching for any sigh of a living being there. I turned my attention back to Clementine before glancing at the empty chair along side Amalia, who had started fanning her exposed flesh with a makeshift fan, her chestnut brown hair flying up and down with every wisp she blew upon herself.

I moved aside and grabbed ahold of Clementine’s waist from behind, I had hoped she would jump in fear or at least move away with uncertainty but I received neither and it made my nervousness grow even heavier. I gently led Clementine forward, watching as she causally drug one foot before the other, barely lifting her feet from the ground as she managed to stumble along but luckily I was holding her weight in place so she didn’t fall. My anger soared immediately, Clementine didn’t remember how to walk, possibly she didn’t remember how to speak either.

This was wrong… this was all wrong.

I felt the coiling of my stomach as the anger splurged through my veins, I had done such a stupid act and it was possibly costing me now. I sat Clementine carefully down, her body rigid and mostly motionless as I placed her hands carefully in her lap as she stoically stared forward, it was as if she was in a deep daze. I nibbled on my lip as I knelt before her , reaching up and gently caressing her waxed chin.

“Retrieve Dr. Flanton immediately.” I told Dale without actually acknowledging his presence with eye contact.

I heard him immediately shuffle away as I turned to look at Amalia, who was nervously looking at Clementine, I needed her to leave before I exploded, as me punching her father is definitely enough for her to ruin the face of my father’s asylum. However, Amalia luckily only cared of her father’s healthy and the ability for us to keep him locked up where he was under twenty-four/seven care, not that she never got to see him or that he always got into an aggressively physical state. She stared onward, casting a glance at me before looking back at a stoic Clementine.

“Mrs. Jefferson, I apologize but I’m going to have to cut our meeting short.” I attempted, pulling myself to a standing position as I watched her unbutton two buttons of her shirt while causally fanning herself.

“But Mr. Joseph, we are in such an important conversation, about my Father and as you know, I really care about his health and I’m willing to do anythin-” Amalia raised to her feet, taking a small step toward me rather sensually.

I leaned back against my desk, sizing up her gorgeous legs as she exposed them from the small gown she wore to visit me upon my call for her retrieval, which I was sure she purposely wore just to tease me. Amalia Jefferson was surely a beautiful woman, her gorgeous green eyes glittered with hope whenever she visited me, and her body was such a banger that I sometimes questioned myself to why I hadn’t tried to have a go with her. I was sure her beautiful legs wrapped around my waste would surly fuel any fire that had me guessing to please her. I wanted to please her, she was so astonishing and dead set on having a round of her own with me, I was positive she wanted me. I stared her down hungrily, I was always awestruck by any woman with beautiful legs, I loved to vision them encasing me as she would scream at the top of her lungs for me to ruthlessly fuck her until she fell asleep. Amalia appeared to be the type that would snooze after a long night, Clementine did as well… Clementine. I whipped my head in Clementine’s direction, immediately reliving the worrying creeping in my blood as I looked back at Amalia, who had inched yet closer.

“I really apologize, Mrs. Jefferson, truly. Surely our conversation we can tend to in the morrow? Any time you can mak-” I started, reaching forward and easing my hand into Clementine’s, waiting for a reaction to take place.

Nothing… again.

“Yes, Mr. Joseph. Thank you.” I barely heard as I dropped to a knee once more, hoping Dale would hurry back with Dr. Flanton so I could question him properly.

This was bad… this was all bad.

Chapter Eight

Clementine

The hue of the lights were dimmed and it was a peaceful scenario, my eyes took in the vibrant colors of the walls in the dimmed room, the throbbing in my head was the only thing I could honestly feel at the moment. Thankfully the lights were dimmed because my head would be severely pounding if the light was too bright, I was thankful for the person now looking over me as Dr. Flanton was no longer here. Now, that was a funny looking man with deep green eyes that were slightly large for his face, his lips were pinched tight against one another when his mouth wasn’t moving, not to mention his very long chin whenever his eyes lingered too long. I had only met Dr. Kevin Flanton five minutes ago, after waking from a heavy sleep and not remembering a damn thing about myself, but he told me my name…

Clementine

, Clementine Ryan. It was a very beautiful name, one that I had to thank whoever my mother was for giving me, I stared forward, trying to recollect anything but I knew it was useless. My life was anew, everything was now going to be different for me and I guess it wasn’t all bad, it was a new start. There was little to no mobility within my frame, I couldn’t really turn my head without the throbbing worsening and feeling very dizzy to the point of almost fainting.

“Clementine…” A soft voice whispered, I continued to stare at the wall.

The voice, while in a whisper, was penetrating and surprisingly deep and if I was able to, I would have shivered from how it made me feel deep inside. My heart felt as if it had pinched within my chest, butterflies lingered in my belly as I hoped I’ll be able to see this handsome-sounding stranger that had already stolen my heart with nothing but saying my name. The voice was oddly familiar from earlier, when some baldheaded man had taken me to this office, I didn’t get the chance to get a good look at everyone there as I was unable to move my head.

“Clementine…” The whispered voice said once more, causing my heart to now hurt as it felt like it was being pinched tighter, I wanted this person desperately. 

The way my body reacted was very odd, how could my body want someone that I didn’t know, how could my body want to lay beside this person, but not only that, make love to this stranger as if we had known each other for decades. Suddenly, a terrible stench filled the room at the whistle of a lighter, making my thoughts vanish as I continued to stare forward, wishing I could look around the room, but it was useless, I couldn’t move. The remembrance that I couldn’t move my neck, arms, and barely shuffle my feet made my heart feel heavy now, I was basically a vegetable in this body. I felt tickling along my arm, and I wasn’t sure if something was crawling on me or if someone was touching me, it was an odd feeling I couldn’t really remember since I had woken up, it was new. 

Marcus

“He’s no longer in town.” Dale spoke up, letting me know that he was back after carrying out my order to him.

I rubbed along her arm as Dale returned by himself, his eyes casted down as he waited for me to reply to him, and I was in complete and utter shock at the disappearance of my paid physician. I understood why he had ditched town after doing Clementine’s procedure, as he is the first to see her after she wakes up because she stays under his surveillance until she’s either called forth or he think she’s capable of being independently watched. My chest boiled as it tightened and I felt the rage building while I tried to breath heavy and calm myself, upon realizing that Clementine’s wrist was in my grasp, I quickly released her as if her skin was on fine. I looked at the dark purple bruise that was already forming from me tightly grasping her within my cloud of rage, I felt my heart drop as I quickly took her wrist in my hand and started to massage it, hoping it hadn’t caused her pain that she wouldn’t be able to express.

“Like a ghost?” I asked, glancing over at him with my burning eyes while waiting for a reply.

“Like a ghost.” Dale repeated.

I released Clementine’s wrist and carefully rested it along side her unnerved body as she laid back on the bed in my back office, I raised to my feet and pushed one of my shaky hands through my hair damaging the next nearest thing. The lamp when flying into the wall as I breathed heavily, I was angry that this was the outcome of my actions, Clementine didn’t deserve to be a vegetable for the rest of her life. I turned to look at her , staring into her crystal white eyes as she stared forward, I moved closer to her as she seemed to look unmoved at the sound of the lamp crashing into the wall, almost as if she was deaf to the sound. I dropped to my knees beside the bed as I stared at her , the sound of Dale growing closer made me look over at him with a curt look that questioned his motive.  

“First charting.” Dale said, gesturing to the monitor he was rolling with him, I hadn’t even noticed that he had brought it with himself. 

I nodded slowly, watching as Dale gently grabbed Clementine’s arm and placed a blood pressure cup around her upper arm before turning the machine on with a push of a button, I stared on as the numbers came into formation with a healthy statement. I felt a little more relaxed at the sight of her blood pressure around normal, it means that it was one less problem on my mind to deal with, I hate to make her take blood pressure medicine after her lobotomy. Dale then moved away and charted his findings upon Clementine’s vitals, I rose to my feet and tilted slightly before catching myself on the bedside table as Dale then wrapped the blood pressure cup around my arm and started the machine. I looked over at him but didn’t fight as I looked to the machine and watched as the numbers skyrocketed while the cup tightened, Dale whistled loudly, making me glare at him momentarily.

“Mr. Joseph, it’s time for another dosage.” Dale said, removing the cup from around my upper arm as I closed my eyes with a heavy breath, it was the exact reason I didn’t want Clementine to take the same medicine I did.

I nodded at Dale, letting him know I was ready for the dosage he was going to prescribe me through the arm, I hated the dosages and tired to maintain my blood pressure by watching what I ate and how much I ate, as well as by exercise at the asylum. I pushed another shaky hand through my hair as Dale grabbed a clear bottle of morphine and I was thankful as I felt a severe cramp rush through my left leg. I sat at the edge of the bed and slid my suit jacket off as Dale grabbed an arm tie from his belongings as well, I then raised my sleeve as I waited for him to tightly tie the wrap and then get a dosage of morphine. I watched as Dale then rested my elbow in his arm before looking up at me expectantly, I gave him a curt nod as I felt the burning of a thick needle entering my arm, making me lightly hiss as he waited for most of the burning to subside. With another nod from me, the burning continued as Dale started inserting the medication, a grunted at the pain of the morphine entering me. The dosage burned heavily and I squeezed my eyes tightly while balling up my other hand, it was painful and I was sure Dale enjoyed seeing this sight deep down.

“That’s all of it?” I asked when the burning at the entrance sight ended.

“Yes.” Dale said, using a cotton pad to replace the needle as he grabbed a band-aid and stuck it over the cotton pad. “Get some rest, Mr. Joseph.”

“Get home, Dale.” I replied, rising to my feet slowly as I felt the injection circulating hotly through my veins. 

I slowly walked around the bed and looked at Clementine to see her pearly white eyes now shut, as she was now asleep and it made me a little comfortable to the fact that she at least slept with her eyes closed. I heard the door gently slam close at Dale’s departure while sliding into the bed along side Clementine, I pulled her flush against me as she slept without a single sound, I placed a finger under her nose to make sure she was still breathing before successfully closing my eyes. I rested my hand at the top of her head while knowing that I had to finish all of her procedures or it would all be for nothing, she had to still get top surgery as well as scalp surgery. I took a deep breath and willed myself to go to sleep as I peeked my eye open and stared at her delicate features. Clementine was mine, and there was no way I was going to let her down.

Chapter Nine

Marcus

I released a heavy breath as I struggled to pull my eyes open, I was unexpectedly comfortable with Clementine pulled taut against my bare skin. I opened my eyes wider and looked down at my naked frame before looking at Clementine as she laid with her eyes still shut, meaning she was still asleep. I hurriedly rose to my feet and looked down at my flaccid cock, admiring how it curved slightly in her direction, as if it yarned for her as much as my heart started to. I rested my body down beside her sleeping frame as she loud soundless, I inched my hand closer and gently brushed my index finger along her jawbone, caressing the smooth skin with a light smile on my face. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned down and lightly pecked her forehead, she was so elegant and genuine and now she could live to be who she thought she afraid. I admired her beauty longer, ignoring the sharp knocking at the door of my office and allowing the person to openly knock while calling my name through the door. I stared at the beauty before me, I wanted to love her . I wanted to kiss her . Most of all, I wanted to make love to her willingly but it was as if she was clueless of life now. I sort of missed her nervous expression, I wanted her to look at me the way she used to but not because she was afraid, but because she was in love. 

‘I have to make her love me.’ I easily understood as I stared at Clementine.  

Upon her stirring, I glared at the office door that wasn’t in my sight before finding my clothes and slipping them on quickly, I walked toward the door and yanked it open just as I slid the other sleeve of my button up on. I glared at Dale angrily as he was disturbing my silent time, the little time I had to keep Clementine’s company, her fresh wounds scared me because I didn’t want her to get an infection built up around her eyes. I stepped out as I started to button my shirt but halted at the sight of Bethany as she smiled lightly at me, I stared at her in awe as she pushed past me and entered my office, me quickly on her tail with objection.

I pulled my eyes open, immediately catching attention of the room, the light shined off the soft hues of the red painted room with a bright burn, I squinted my eyes painfully as I took in the sights around me. I had no idea where I was and my sight appeared to zoom inward before fixing itself as they blurred, causing me to only close them and seal my eyelids tightly with my hands blocking the light for extra protection. I looked at my ankle as I heard a soft jiggle that only made me curious, I was amazed at the small block of metal on my ankle as I touched it lightly, feeling the chill of the metal as it encased my ankle completely. Attached to the block of metallic was a long extension of metal, a chain that limited my reach of the room and it’s belongings. I was amazed, truly amazed at the chain as it latched around a bedpost of the red canopy bed. I stared onward, not sure what to do… well, I knew what I wanted to do but I wasn’t sure how . I was expecting the baldheaded man to return as he had came to me yesterday… was that yesterday? It was obvious that the days seem to drag on, this life of mine was anew and it only made me curious on how I used to be, was I the victim in this ? I heard the sound of soft huffing that grabbed my attention, but as my attention span easily got small, I caught attention of the flickering light against the red paint of the wall, mesmerizing me. The screaming of my bladder was a sensation I ignored until I couldn’t hold it anymore and I allowed the urine to soak beneath me as I stared at the mesmerizing light against the wall before me. Almost on cue, the door to the room I was imprisoned in opened and the man from yesterday returned…

Marcus

, I believe. What a handsome man he was, his soft green eyes were also mesmerizing when they stared at me yesterday, it was as if he knew who I was and it made want to smile, only if I remembered how to smile. A weird stench seemed to trail him… or was it from me ? 

“Fuck, did you piss on yourself?” I heard the man say, was he talking to me ? “You disgusting!” 

I continued to stare at the mesmerizing light before my attention span wore thin and I appeared to get lost in my imagination, staring at the beautiful lights of nothing as they sparkled before me and I couldn’t help but stare at nothing in admiration. I felt his large warm hand grab my chin and jar my neck painfully, a sound of horrification left my lips that I didn’t know I was able to make. I felt the throbbing pain in my neck linger as the same sound seem to constantly escape my lips without me being able to control it. What was wrong with me? I tried to stop the sound but it was as if I couldn’t, it was such a terrible sound that I wanted to cover my eyes, but I couldn’t find the strength.

“Shit, stop crying. Please, stop crying.” Is that what this was? Crying? “I’m sorry, Clementine.”

He reached up with his other hand and wiped at the wetness on my face while concern spread through his soft green eyes as he stared at me. Clementine, I’m Clementine but what was he actually apologizing for, I couldn’t help but question as I finally silenced the sound of “crying” as he called it. I stared at him as he gently caressed the skin on my cheek, sending soft vibrations down my spine that would of made me shiver if I knew how. I watched as the man walked to the metal around my ankle and unlocked me from the chain keeping me imprisoned to the bed, I didn’t mind laying here all day, as it was so warm and comfortable, curving to my body. The man lifted me in his arms and carried me elsewhere as I laid so little in his arms, it was as if the large man towered over me and made me feel even smaller as I cared less where he was taking me.

“Marc…” The man halted as he turned and faced the person that had spoken up.

I stared forward, wishing I could look at the person as well but I wasn’t sure how to exactly focus my eyes just yet and the shift in light caused me to quickly close them before they became irritated.

“Bethany.” The man replied, I sunk deeper into his arms as I started to dose off.

I fought the urge as I listened to the mostly blank conversation, the atmosphere appeared to heighten as the two bickered back and forth about something called sex. I wasn’t sure what exactly was going on or what that word meant but it appeared that the woman was upset about Marcus Joseph, as she called him, leaving her alone afterward. Marcus got annoyed from his heavy breathing, I was able to tell his mood change. The force of his steps caused me to lightly jerk as he paused and the sound of the man from yesterday voice hit my ears, causing me to perk up at the familiarity of the day.

“We’re going to the pool.” The Marcus man told the man from yesterday, the one that took me to the room and was being bossed around(Dale).

I wasn’t sure what the man had told the nurse guy, it was weird that he was so uptight after his conversation with the Bethany woman about sex, whatever that was of course. The force of his steps returned and I was gently rocking in his embrace as he carried me onward somewhere, I wasn’t curious where we were going, I just hoped to get there before I fell apart in the man’s arms. I gasped as I felt the sensation of falling just as water sucked up around me, entering my ears and mouth immediately upon contact as I sunk down and opened my eyes in shock. I screamed as I watched bubbles escape my mouth and float toward the top of the water, I reached for the surface as my bones immediately screamed for help, I was still to fragile. I gasped as I realized it was a futile battle against the water around me, I felt as if I had been dropped into a deep tank, the rippling in the water let me know I wasn’t alone. I looked around finally, my neck still stiff but allowing me little mobility as I looked at the body sinking toward me generously. Soft brown hair floated as I stared at the person before me as their eyes opened and I stared at the soft green eyes staring back at me. He opened his mouth and air bubbles immediately escaped as I stared at him softly, watching as he pulled me close and gently grabbed my chin, making me look up at him. I stared at the glimmer in his eyes as he lightly smiled at me before pulling me flush against his body as my legs wavered in the rippling water that was slowly starting to settle. I admired his features as he closed his eyes and leaned forward as a few more air bubbles escaped his nose while I felt the texture of pressure pushing against my lips, causing my eyes to automatically close. 

What a handsome, curious man.

I stared at the man as he pulled away, my eyes seizing up his face as he stared back at me, it was as if he knew who I was. Perhaps he did know who I was, or who I used to be. I watched as his teeth glistened at me at the sight of me admiring his handsome face, I took the chance to mimic his lips and pulled my taut as he released more air bubbles from his nose and appeared to be… smiling … at me. I pulled my lips tighter, feeling my teeth slowly chill at the coldness of the water as he continued to hold me flush against his skin, warming my heart instead of my body.

This was a new life I could possibly get used to…

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I hope you enjoyed reading the book, leave your thoughts and comments in the comments if you have any. Rose Petals was a small book more centered around the attraction of two men, not the asylum itself. I’m not sure if I’ll continue the budding romance of Clementine and lover-boy Marcus, which would be a second book, but I’ll definitely tune you in when I make up my mind.