Life and Amnesia

Part 2: Arrival at the Asylum

Over two hours later, they soon arrived at their destination.

"We're here." Randall heard.

He got up and waited to be allowed out of the truck. But when he got out, it wasn't what he expected. It looked more like a mansion.

"Go on, keep moving." A black guard ordered.

Randall saw that there was nothing but woods around. So this place was out in the boonies? He could get away from them if he tried and he would get back and get his full revenge. He instantly tried to run for the woods, but he was instantly grabbed and tazered.

He screamed in pain as the electricity went through him. He fell to the ground, breathing hard after it stopped.

"Try that again, Boggs and the volts will be much higher next time. And it could be worse. Get up."

Randall couldn't hardly move. But he was grabbed up and forced to move inside. He groaned in pain as he was forced to move.

They went up a few floors and soon, he saw there were many rooms along the floor. They walked down the hall to the room known as D13. There were no bars on the door. It was unlocked and he was shown in.

"Here's your room, Boggs. The therapy will begin soon. We'll leave you to get acquainted with it."

Then he was shoved inside and the door slammed behind him, hearing it lock.

Randall walked down a little hallway and when he entered the bigger area, there was a desk, chair, plain cot with a mattress on the wall for a bed, and a toilet and sink.

Usually when he was left to go in a cell, he would have had his hands let loose, but those guards hadn't even done that. He so did not want to be here.

He went into the bathroom to explore it a little and used it. And then he went to looking around the rest of the room, even test sitting in the chair and on the bed. He was on the bed when the door unlocked again.

Three guards came in ready for him. Randall didn't move.

"It's time for your first time therapy, Boggs." The lead yellow monster said.

"I just got in here."

"Doesn't matter. We have room for you now."

"What are you going to do?"

"You'll find out." The green one on the left said. "Now come on."

"When do I get these off?" Randall was asking about the cuffs.

"Soon. Our boss has the key to them."

Randall reluctantly got up and went with them. They went to an elevator and it went five floors down. When the door opened up, stepping out was like being in a dungeon. Shivers began to run down his spine. He wrapped his hands over another, a habit he had when he was nervous.

The guards could sense that the lizard in their custody was getting nervous. This was their aim. Prisoners could be punished to the fullest extent with what they wanted and they wouldn't get in trouble for it.

Soon, they arrived at a check in point and the cuffs were finally removed, only when he least expected that he was going to be loose and then he was grabbed so forcefully from behind and his arms were all pulled behind his back. His shirt was pulled off so violently. Then his arms were recuffed behind his back.

Randall had no idea what they were planning. It would be easier to get away without that shirt on, but not with the cuffs.

Then, he was pulled to the prison cell in the back. "What are you doing?!" Randall cried out.