Devil in White

Chapter 6

HERE WE GO 🖤🖤🖤

What the fuck was he even thinking?

He lost complete control over himself just to get a taste of her lips. Anyone could have seen him power walk to her door. He could've easily been caught and tortured once more.

Yet, he managed to not give a fuck as his legs seemed to have a mind of their own.

She tastes so fucking good that it made him dizzy. Ana was clouding thought after thought. Now he had reason to obsess over her more. Great thinking, Henry.

As he sat on his bed, head hanging low, he comes to the realization; he needed to stay away from her.

Anastasia once again went another night with barely any sleep, her thoughts being entirely consumed by one, suspicious as fuck, orderly.

As she robotically got ready for another mentally draining day, she thinks over and over about how it felt to have his lips on hers. Great, now she's obsessing.

The work day went by agonizingly slow, treating patient after patient.

What was worse, was Peter didn't make an appearance. Not once.

And when she went to her room that night, he once again, didn't show.

The next day, same thing.

She was a little more on edge now, than she was yesterday. Was he hurt? Was he being tortured at the hands of Brenner? Or was he simply ignoring her existence?

But she didn't try to find him. Instead, she waited.

Days passed by, and still no Peter.

Becoming more paranoid by the second, she decides to roam through the halls, checking the break rooms, lunch room, anywhere that he could possibly be, without her having to reach the third floor.

Still nothing.

As the end of the day rears the corner, she snuck out of her bedroom to make her way to Brenner's office. What the hell are you thinking, you ask. Well currently, Anastasia wasn't thinking at all.

She knew the cameras turned off at night, because the red light was gone.

The only problem was, was that she needed to avoid the guard that strolled the halls.

And hope to god that Brenner wasn't in his office.

Once she makes her way to the tall door, she pauses to look around, before gently grabbing the door knob; turning it so slowly, that not even a mouse would hear it.

Met with a dark, empty room, she sighs in relief.

Anastasia quickly hurried to find his files at his desk. Surely, he will have a file on all of his employees.

Looking through name after name, she doesn't find anything on a Peter Ballard. So, she looks further.

Searching through each drawer, her eyes finally land on his name, labeled in the same spot as the rest of the "patients" here.

Confused, she grabs the file, assuming it had just been misplaced.

But as she opens to read where his room might be placed in this hell hole, she instantly freezes.

Looking down at the picture in front of her, she is met with a blue eyed little boy, wearing a hospital gown. "What?", she whispers to herself.

           Peter Ballard, AKA Henry Creel

Age - 32

Subject was brought here 1959 at the age of 12. The first subject of many.