Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 29 | Monsters Among Men

A long skirt cascaded down my legs. I made sure to pick one with a slit on the side of my not cut up thigh. The tight sweater I pulled on made my fake tits look nice. Even with all the tricks of padded bras and makeup contouring, I didn't have a ton for boobs. I'd never have surgery for it because I do like presenting myself as a guy sometimes. Days like this, when I wish I could walk in as this gorgeous bombshell for my man, it does get to me.

I took a deep breath as I looked in the mirror. Glancing down at the floor, I felt a shiver. The imagine of his dead body from my nightmare was still stuck in my head. It was something I couldn't get rid of. When I woke up this morning to an empty bed, I actually felt physical pain in my chest. Would it be so terrible to go back to Ricky just so I didn't have to sleep alone? I know it's got to be killing him too. After losing his father, he might need someone. I'm not saying we'd get back together. Just be there for each other.

For now, there's someone else I need to be there for. It was a long walk to the room they were keeping Kuza in. The guard was stiff but he didn't stop me when I approached. In fact, I was the one that hesitated. I looked down at the keycard in my hand.

"How's he been?" I softly asked.

"Not the happiest person in the world. I'll tell you that much." The guard responded.

"If you were put in a padded cell, you probably wouldn't be too stoked either." I replied.

He stepped out of the way as I went to swipe the keycard. Ricky told me to keep the visits short. After what happened to Ryan, I don't really want to test these people. It's pretty obvious they've felt a need to put us back in line as of late. Mike spent so many years being treated like an animal. They swore this place would be better to us but they're worse at times.

I carefully pushed the door open. The walls were padded but the floor was normal. A man I once knew to be so strong looked so destroyed. They had him in a straight jacket. He was sat in the corner of the room with his head down. The sound of my heels going across the floor barely phased him. He swayed his head a little. His hair was covering his face so I doubt he could see anything.

"They've got him pretty drugged up." The guard said as he stepped in the room, "They had to give him sedatives so he'd stop screaming."

You've got to be fucking kidding me. Even in Graham, they wouldn't drug him. These people are fucking monsters. I knelt down in front Kuza. As I reached my hand towards him, he flinched back.

"It's okay. It's just me." I calmly told him. He stopped moving and I took that as my permission to touch him. I pushed his hair out of his face only to see the terrible bags under his eyes. "Oh, Baby. What have they done to you?" I glanced back at the guard, "Does he have to have the straight jacket on?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry." He replied, "I'll give you two a moment alone."

"Thank you."

He nodded his head, "Yep." Then he left.

I leaned in closer to Mike, whispering, "I miss you."

"I miss you, too." He murmured. Fuck, they had him on so many drugs. He was slurring his speech. "You smell... like blood."

How the Hell could he smell that? I took a shower this morning. The cuts were deep enough that they haven't heeled but they weren't bleeding much anymore. Until I memorize them, I'll have to keep them fresh. Still, he shouldn't be able to smell that.

"Don't worry about it, Baby. It's nothing bad." I spoke softly into his ear. The poor thing hadn't had a shower yet but I didn't care about his smell. They didn't even clean Ricky's blood off of his face from the attack. I kept one hand on his shoulder and the other tangled in his hair. "You have to stay here for the next six weeks. They," I sighed, "Wanted to make an example of you. I'll come visit when I can but they don't want me in here for too long."