𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆| 𝒗𝒔𝒐𝒐

Part VII

3 months later

Soon day turns into night and everyone goes back to their respective rooms. We've been working today non stop because there was inspection going on.

Authorities decided to visit and have a tour all over Wineston to make sure everything is maintained and obviously Wineston might not show what we're going through and would realise we're doing better than before because everything here is cleaned and cleared up.

That's what they think. They think workers here do all the work but little do they know we get ordered around by them here to do work on our own and absolutely no one helps. All warden's doing.

Then the warden on the other hand is readily licking their boots, putting them on high horse to get promotion and move to another higher department with authority. Authorities look as if they're almost being convinced to her acts, which obviously they think are aren't acts.

I watched the authorities leave this morning and the warden was angry as ever or maybe she's on high horse because they might have wanted to discuss her promotion and she thinks highly of herself. It could be anything.

As for me, I've been waiting since months to lay low, so no suspicions arise to warden about me. And thankfully, she has pulled her attention away from me to others who cause trouble.

She barely acknowledges me anymore, acts as if I'm invisible because in my part I'm sure that's best thing that could ever happened to me. As with emilyn, she's distant, still. Warden still glares at emilyn from across room and as days pass by so does her anger for her.

After the stunt emilyn pulled on me, the warden obviously believed her but that doesn't mean she doesn't have an eye on her. For me, I'm still extremely angry and furious at emilyn. I did not deserve it.

After Emilyn's confession of it being my plan, warden eventually decided to let us stay in same room afterall so we could make up but we hardly do.

I wake up to her pulling my hair out of my skull or pulling some dumb ass pranks on my face and clothes, like tearing them off and etcetera.

But not too extreme which could lead us to punishment. And warden's eyes off me is what I wanted, her attention away from me is what I needed because no way in hell I would do something risky when she still has eyes on me. It could lead to death.

Many people in asylum have been sentenced to straight death. Warden, what was her name? Francesca. Yes, her. She kills patients, she sells the organs and makes black money.

Don't believe me? I've seen, I've experienced. She puts them on high dose and takes them to the basement of Wineston where all atrocities take place.

And especially that day, third day of stitching me up, she said "You know? I've done you a favour. People pay for everything and even for what has happened to you. Let's say, I'll be straightforward." She clears her throat

"What happened to you was right thing. Stitching up the folds is common occurence in rural and urban areas, it's common between poor and everyone else of lower and lowest class. Those stitches are opened by their husband during their wedding night. They pay high amount to get it done, so when you go back, it'll give your husband pleasure and he will be pleased with you and maybe won't try to send you back here? Who knows. It works wonders."

I just stared at her. My face might've been blank but my thoughts said it all. She is monstrous. People who practice it are monstrous. It should never be done to anyone, any girl. But she also mentioned the fact even 5 to 9 year old girls get those done, forced. By their families.

It sickens me to death and safe to say I've been puking a lot when ever I come across the gruesome shit of hollow hall and the brutal stuff she speaks about.

Today is the day. The warden's attention is off me and I can finally take my revenge now.

I lay on bed waiting, acting as if I'm asleep.

And as in cue, the door opens. I hear her footsteps, they stop by my bed. I can feel her eyes staring into my soul. I don't move.

That's what emilyn does. Stares until the desire to kill overcomes her.

It doesn't bother me. Her gaze might be penetrating but I am not affected. Just think of it as UV rays and Ninety percent sunscreen protection lotion. Dumb, sure.

But that's best what I could think of now as an example.

Then she turns around and walks to her bed, "emy" I call her. This might be first time I'm saying her name.

I've given her nickname when I first came and now I know that this might be the second time I'm calling her that.

She stops and turns around. My eyes fly open and I stare back at her.

Emilyn locks door after she comes in, so this shouldn't faze me.

I sit up straight and then on my feet I walk to her, we're inches away from one another. "You know how they used to discipline wives in 19's?" I ask.

My hand lifts and i tilt her chin to meet her eyes on mine. "This." And then abruptly I whip out the whip and smack her from behind.

She yelps in pain.

I smile, I've been waiting for months to pull this off.

She falls on ground as I whip her again for second time. Another smile. I feel like a sadist.

Then as she whimpers in pain I bend down and pull the top over her head. I then take her bra off, she doesn't budge, surprisingly.

I whip her breasts. Hard enough to leave a mark and she yells louder. Thankfully, warden has made this walls soundproof so she could torture her patients whenever she desires.

Then i pull her pants down and then panties. Her bare bottom, now wholly naked emilyn whimpers below me with loud yelps of pain.

I spread her legs and whip her again and again, twice, thrice.

"How does that feel?" I ask, a sinister grin curving my lips. "It pained me more when they stitched. I could do you the favour and stitch it up to show you how it actually was." I offer and give her my hand to lift her up.

She doesn't respond me, doesn't take my hand "sorry." Is so small and painful, i almost feel sorry for her.

And then "Should've done better." I mock and then whip her again. She turns her back on me, I whip her back, i whip ferociously wherever I could.

Rage blinds me and for a moment I feel like a monster myself, I feel like a psycho myself.

And then a knock interrupts me. I look at door and back down at whimpering emy. My gaze goes to door again.

I open and peak out a little. "Becca?" I ask the girl standing, the one who presented me a whip.

"I'll take care of her." She says and nods at me to let her in. I open and show her my art, she smiles. Grins.

"I wasn't able to do this myself when she wronged me. I did take my revenge but not like this." She winks at me "I know how painful it must have felt for you to go through it." Becca sighs and looks at emilyn.

I stay silent.

"I'll take her" she says and swiftly bends down, picking her up on her shoulders. One would think emma is fragile and delicate, sensitive too. She's anything but any of those.

She walks out of the room and I close the door, locking it.

I sigh leaves my lips.

I can finally sleep.