Sanctum

HIIIMMMMMM

•This story takes place in the life of a asylum
worker in 1900's and a asylum patient•

POV Nurse

Patient 106 is still uncured after 60 hours of intense torture. Doctor.Emma tired to strap her down but she fought back.

Until Tomorrow.

POV Patient 106

"HHHHHhhhhhhhh...... AHhhhhhhhhh.......... PAIN IS FUCKING HILARIOUS. DOCTOR EMMA THOUGHT SHE COULD CURE ME, BITCH IM LONG GONE NO FIXING THIS LOST MIND!!!" I yelled at her through the glass as she was taking notes on me. "There are always new ways to fix people like you." she said with a glare.

I walked back over to my corner with my art, I draw with my blood on the wall sometimes other peoples when I get out of my cell for lunch, but probably not anymore im not allowed out of my cell ever sense I killed 'patient 190' or Jack. "HHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh................ back for more Emma?" I said with a bitchy look on my face. "It's Doctor. Emma to you, dirty son of a bitch!" she slapped me across the face, I fell on the floor with a thud.

~~~TIMESKIP~~~

I woke up on the operating table in the basement. There were so many people watching Emma, most of which were wearing masks or wearing goggles. "Today we are here to try the new technique called Lobotomy, a surgical operation involving incision into the frontal lobe of the brain with 2 large needles attached together at the top," she said."Today we also have a special guess with us today the Chameleon