AHS One-Shots

Nutmeg

*based in asylum* *contains rape* (Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk own)
-Lana's Pov-

     The pain was unbearable.
Another restless, sleepless night thinking of my Wendy and crying myself to sleep if I even could sleep with all these fresh wounds and cuts. I replay everything in my head hoping the electroshock therapy didn't work. I need to remember my escape. I turned my head before I closed my door and Sister Mary was staring right at me. I froze.
"Is something the matter Sister?" I was actually excited to close this door just to get away from her. She was kinda creeping me out. "Get to bed!" She pointed to my room. I quickly closed the door and jumped into my bed feeling goosebumps on my arms and the hairs on my neck stand.
I heard her heels clicking closer in the hall. She passed my room, luckily! I heard her stop. I bit my lip, hoping she wouldn't turn around and search my room for my escape plan notes or even a punishment for what I 'witnessed' or heard in Jude's room earlier today. A few minutes passed by and I could hear the other patients snoring. I began to drift off, thinking of my beloved Wendy.

Scratch Scratch
I was in my kitchen. "Wendy?" I asked. I walked into the dining room and she was cutting a rotisserie chicken. "Tired of my food already?" I smiled and pulled her into a hug. Her hair smelled so good. I lifted her chin up and gave in to a kiss. It was deep and loving. "I've missed you baby" she had tears in her eyes. "Me too" I couldn't keep my tears in.
"Well how about we eat dinner because I know you didn't eat anything nutritional in that asylum" she laughed. I sure missed her laugh...I missed her everything and I am so glad to be home.
"Mmm, this is good" I said while I took a bite of the chicken.
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"Can I tell you a secret? Nutmeg makes all the difference. I sat there, chained up in the bed
"This is good" I whispered through tears. The sweet memory/delusion of Wendy's perfect dinner faded.
"The perfect mommy's snack" he had his typical creepy grin. I couldn't hold in my cries any longer, I almost choked on the sandwich.
"Let me go, no one will have to know!" I begged.
"Shut up! Shut up you whore!" He grasped onto my chin, forcing me to look at him. I just whimpered.
He pulled away which I wasn't expecting. He sighed and went to his table near my bed where I was chained up. I watched him with a close eye, wondering what he was going to do to me. He pulled something over his head. The bloody face mask. I cried louder, hoping he would change his mind or forgive me.
"I want to feel your warm skin" he walked towards me. There was still fresh blood on his mask made of his victims skin. I leaned back on the headboard. "No no no no!" I mumbled.
His deep brown eyes stared right into my soul through the holes in the mask. I knew at that moment, he was going to put me into that mask. "Miss her!?" He pointed to Wendy laying cold and dead next to me. "Nooooooo" I cried. "My Wendy!" I cried, looking at her ice cold cheeks, ice chips from the freezer still present on her skin.
"Don't worry, it won't bite", he said referring to the teeth on his mask, "but she did make for good teeth" he forcefully grabbed my breast with his other hand down below manipulating my clit. "Nooooo stop!!!" I screamed over and over. He took off his mask and placed his mouth onto my breast and sucked. I couldn't take it any longer. He was now thrusting with all his might inside me. Harder and harder. I could just die right now. "Mommy" he moaned as he jerked faster. He sickened me to the core. This psychopath thinking I'm his mother. I saw something through my tears. It was her. Shachath. I watched as her wings spread apart. "Are you ready?" She asked. I nodded my head yes. Her angel wings seemed so big and beautiful. Oliver had no idea who I was talking to. "I'm ready!" I cried. Olivier was so oblivious while he continued raping me. Shachath leaned towards me, her lips barely touching mine. It seemed peaceful being around her. I zoned out what terrible things Oliver Threadson was doing to my body and let the angel of death take my last kiss. Her kiss was cold and kind of unsettling, but I wanted to die, my body couldn't handle the abuse any longer. She kissed me and pulled away. More tears slid down my damp cheeks. I looked down at Oliver who was now caressing my skin.

I looked up to the ceiling and everything went black.

Thanks for reading my first AHS story! I know asylum was completely different but I made this my own!*