Pete and I kinda just gazed inside each other's eyes for a while, waiting for the "visitor"
"Hello, I see you two are the two homosexuals here?" the man asked.
"Yeah, and who are you?" Pete asked.
"I'm Andrew Hurley, Andy for short, and I will be trying to "treat" you two of your homosexuality disease." the short, ginger bearded man said.
"Great." Pete said without any enthusiasm.
"Follow me." the man demanded.
Despite our quick opinions about this man, we followed him, hoping he'd have something good in store.
Andy took us down to Pete's cell, which was also the same cell gay sex was committed.
"So, tell me what happened in this cell." Andy commanded, in a soft tone.
"We had sex." Pete answered for me, he knew I was timid talking to people about sex.
"Patrick? Is that true?" Andy asked me, looking for participation.
I nodded my head yes.
"Okay then, listen here, I'm not going to shun you for this at all, I know that homosexuality is just your sexual orientation, and everyone has one, you two just happen to be gay, and that's perfectly fine. And if it makes you feel better, I was born a girl, but no one knows that besides you two, don't tell anyone, and I won't tell anyone about the things that go on here, and I promise, both of you will get out of here alive that is for sure." The man blabbered on.
I personally didn't believe him, because if I couldn't get Pete out no one really could, but then again I had sex with Pete so that's probably why we couldn't get out.
I'm so illogical.
"How do we know we can trust you?" I asked him, raising my eyebrow.
"That's for you to find out, I don't even trust you yet." He chuckled.
Pete shot him a hardly visible glare.
"Anyway, to start off, my goal is to get both of you out of here within the next month, and if we succeed that, I will pay for a house for you to live in together, and I will pay for the furniture, but this isn't gonna be easy." Andy explained.
Pete motioned him to go on with the details.
"The thing is, both of you will have to have sex with Sister Mary," I was already done. Fuck no. Pete interrupted him, "okay, we get that you're trying to be nice, but sex isn't about fucking the devil's wife, besides, according to her religion, it would be a sin to have sex with someone that you aren't married to." Pete exclaimed.
"Let me finish, Wentz. Anyway, you'd have to have sex with her by pleasuring her with, you know," he said, rolling his hand as in you get where I'm going, right?
"There is no way in hell in doing that." I told him coldly.
"Fine, we'll figure out another way." He compromised.
"Thank you." Pete said.
"I have another idea." And with that, he took hold of my arm and brought me to the experiment room.
***
I woke up, my wrists being held by metal bands.
Pete was no where to be found within my eyesight.
Sister Mary came from a shadow, "if gays want to be gays, they are not considered males. They are considered aliens or females, we decided to be nice to you, we dissected most of your body for some alienated type chip, none was found, so we decided to make you a female. Now you can have all the sex you want, but it will be holy sex, and when you have it, you will remember your sins and this asylum. You will remember everything you did wrong. Then, you will thank me." She slowly told me, pacing around the room.
My eyes were following her, glaring.
My looked down at my body, I had bleeding stitches almost everywhere on it, and my dick, gone.
Apparently she was serious.
I was naked and cold, all I wanted to be in was surprisingly a straight jacket, at least then I'd be warmer and in a padded room away from the horrible people here.
***
I was finally released out of the metal bands, my wrists sore and had deep wounds that were carved.
Sister Mary took me to a different cell, where I discovered the cross above the door turned upside down, like the anti christ.
I'm not religious, yet I do believe that Satan is real.
This asylum is his house.
(A/N: tHIS FUCKIng story has so many things that are gonna happen, I'm going to try to update a lot more tonight and hopefully longer chapters. Thanks to whoever is reading this ^_^
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FanfictionPeterick. Pete was an 18 year old at an asylum in 1945. Patrick was Pete's personal care taker. Pete was said to be a murderous monster, but he didn't show that at all. Was Patrick falling for a patient?