I was dragged, shackles on my wrists and my ankles. Being dragged to this torture asylum. With everyone looking at you with disgust, with anger. It felt like an eternity till we got to the big, brown oak door.
"I'm Pepper. Play with me?"
"Um, I'm Taylor."
"Pepper, leave our new inmate alone." A nun shouted at what seemed like a harmless, well whatever she is.
"I'm Sister Jude. You must be Taylor." The nun said with a harsh tone.
"Yes."
"Well follow me."
After I had all my clothes took off me, the sprayed me with water and threw de-lousing powder on me. Boy did it sting. After this I was made to go to the common room. All I can say is it's not a pretty site. There is a woman who won't stop banging her head against the wall, a man that couldn't keep his hands out of his pants and that stupid stupid song playing over and over again. I was stopped in my tracks by the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Blond locks, strong jawline, the most gorgeous eyes, yet they looked so sad. I don't know how someone could lock up someone so beautiful. I went and sat in the empty space next to him.
"Hello?" I whispered, desperate to make a friend in this hell hole. But there was no reply.
"I'm Taylor, I just arrived?" I said again.
"I'm Kit." He replied. No sooner than he said this, a coloured man came up to us.
"Oh, the notorious bloody face, I'm quaking in my boots. I heard the last one you killed was a coloured girl, I guess you didn't like her colour." He said and laughed manically. Kit punched him in the face 3 times before getting punched in the stomach. The fight was interrupted by a loud screech of a whistle. It was Sister Jude.
"He started it!" Kit shouted.
"Walker, solitary now!" She replied. Kit was dragged off by two guards.
Surely that man was mistaken, Kit couldn't be the infamous bloody face who skinned his victims alive and decapitated them. Could he?
