Silent Bride|| Outlast

Chapter 3: Gluskin

My hair brushed my cheeks as I lean forward on my knees, running wasn't exactly what was the best at this point. The elevator stops and the doors open. The floor was familiar to me, I left a blood trail from the wounds on my skin and my suit is soaking from blood. It was the administration block. This is where I got signed in. But now it was just nothing but bodies, empty chairs. Dark hallways and a basement.

The upper floor was a mess. Broken glass on the floor, like someone fell down. That must have been a hard fall. I close the elevator door things behind me and look around. Why was no one here. The lights were flickering and at one point they go out.
Shit...
I get scared, I slowly get to the stairs and go up to that upper floor, no one there yet again but go down as I can't go anywhere.

It was so dark and I couldn't see shit. Only the emergency exits were shining green lights. From those lights I can see an open vent. I did not have any other options.

I touch in the dark and finally my hand meets the edge of the open air vent. Pulling myself up into the vent, I kick my legs to get further in and I body crawl trough the small tight vent.
Well damn Evelyn... look at yourself... what way...
I numb my head into the end of the vent, I had to go left or right.
Ouch I think but only
"Hmff" Comes out of my mouth. 

I look at my right, still pitch black nothingness. Then my left.
Holy fuck! A red light blinks in the distance, someone else was here. His face has barely any light shining from that camera.
I had to get to the right, now. His eyes meet mine and I get my fear back. Moving directly to the right.
"Hey!.." the man whispers but I ignore him.
I crawl as fast as I can away from him. But I could feel the vent move, he was behind me.
No... go away.

I whimper in fear and get out at the other end, finally I got out of that narrow tube. I jump out but land incorrectly on my ankle.
Tears shoot in my eyes and I fall on my knees. I whimper and slowly get up.
No...
I look over my shoulder and can't see the man I saw before. I was probably seeing stuff that was not there again.

I look around and I am in some kind of computer room. Now on the other side of where I once went in with the green fog. A button laying there... waiting to be pushed. I think a bit.
What would happen?....
i don't hesitate and push. But then nothing happens
What...
Bang
A hard stick on my back. "Gotcha!" An armed inmate with a stick who roams around here. "You'll make the perfect..." and before he could finish his sentence, I pass out on the ground.

I wake up in a room. On a rock hard table. My back hurts and I slowly try to sit up, but my hand is cuffed to the table. I roll and fall on the ground. Now realizing I wasn't wearing my usual suit anymore. I look around and see a lot of sewing tables. Mannequins and old fabric.

Oh no...

I got up and yanked my wrist on the handcuffs, so hard even that I can feel my skin tear a bit.
fuck
I bite my lip and drop to my knees. My bare knees touch the hard cold floor. I look at what I'm wearing, it's the dress... very poorly made. Blood drops on the floor from my wrist. I slowly crawl under the table and keep sitting on my knees, looking down.
Oh this is not good...
"Darling! Is that you??"
Footsteps come closer and I slowly panicked.
"Don't you look lovely" he came closer, and closer...

Legs appear, the dripping of my blood made slow soft sounds. Drop... drop...
"Darling!"
The legs squad down and a face appears, smiling widely at me.
"Darling... I told you we'd meet again..." he offers a hand but I refuse it. I feared him. My eyes tear up. His facial expression changes and I crawl back more until my wrist can't hold it and tears roll down my cheeks.
My wrist!
I look at it and then Gluskin.
Don't you get it?
I look again and point. He finally realizes and grabs my leg. Pulling me from under the table. I open my eyes widely and feel how the air lifts up the muddy dress, revealing a lot.
No! Excuse me?!
I try to cover myself with my hand and try to get up.
"Talk!" He gets annoyed. Grabbing the handcuff and finally undoing them. I grab my bleeding wrist and hold it, while sitting on the floor. Looking up at the 6'4 ft tall man.
"Are you hurt? I didn't mean..." he cuts off his sentence and just walks away.

I slowly get up and look down at the dress, it was a dress yes. But that was kind of it. The sleeves hanging off my shoulders and it was way too long.
Hello?.. I need some help here!
I let the drop bleed on the dress. "Darling you look absolutely perfect... for our wedding day..." I hear in the difference. This man was mad.

I walk around in panic. Shit. How did I get out of here. I had no idea on how crazy he could be.
"At least you don't run"
He sounds so sad...really sad.
Yeah I don't but where should I go?
I stood still in the middle of this really familiar workshop.

6 days prior:
I have been in the facility for a few days now. Yet again at lunch in that depressing cafeteria. The old lady wasn't anymore and I was moved to the male ward. Something I haven't ever had before.

"Alright gentlemen! And.. lady... listen up!"
Oh here we go...
I roll my eyes and look behind me. The guard holds papers and puts them down. "Numbers 0001 to 0025 will get to the sewing workshop at 7 pm. That's PM! Who will be late won't be attending anymore! Sign up here!" He slams a pen down, some patients get up directly but I didn't.
I'm not going to attend this stupid thing...
I roll my eyes again and get up, getting rid of my plates. "You should go" Gluskin's voice taunting me. He asked me for the second time this week.
No...
I look at him with a blank face.
It's stupid. I won't go. I look at him again and walk away.

7 PM that day:
Well shit.
I'm sitting at a sewing table. Next to Gluskin.
"How lovely!" He seems excited while I'm just sitting there pist. My hands between my thighs, shaking my legs.
I do not want to be here
I look at him and then back at the table full of fabrics. "We'll make a dress... I need your measurements...okay?"
He seemed too nice to me. I think for a bit and nod, standing up.

The whole sewing workshop was actually kind of fun. We never got to finish that dress.

Now:

The dress I am in was the thing we were making. He finished it but still managed to make it too big. I was bleeding a lot on that dress.
He'll kill me... oh my God he'll kill me!
I panic again And walk away to some doors.
"Darling... prepare for the wedding! I already saw you in the dress... you know! Bad luck..."