Therapy

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I stared into Hugo's lifeless glasses and felt as if he was going to suck me in and torture me, he was bald and wore a lab coat but I couldn't help but notice a slight dab of red on the coat, "Victor are you ok," said Hugo, his voice was very low and he seemed very serious about his work "yes..." I replied not paying much attention.

Hugo and two guards took me out the white room and into my cell, I was informed that I was going to be held in the asylum until I was deemed stable, still unsure in what the hell had just happened to me I sat on my cell bed pricing together previous events until I drew the conclusion that I had been fucked up by batman and taken to Arkham asylum.

At lunch time I was given an orange jump suit and told I was to eat the food provided only. I walked to the serving area where a load of mush was placed in my bowl, I then sat down at deserted table and began to eat the mush, the canteen was a low room full of tables and chefs dumping mush into bowls, I ate very little they day.

During in lunch I was approached by a man with a pale face and green hair "hello newbie, I'm the joker," it seemed strange that someone would call them selves the joker in prison but I went along with it "I'm Victor Zsasz," we shook hands and didn't speak again that day.

After lunch I had to go to therapy, Hugo wasn't available so I had a replacement man, he was short and had grey hair "so Zsasz you kill, why do you kill," we were sat in another padded room but this one was bigger. The chairs were small and the table to "doctor, I kill for one reason only... Because I want to!" In that moment I felt filled with anger and I launched my self at the short man! I stuck my thumbs in his eyes, pushing, pushing, pushing, until his eyes were just mush on my fingers and blood squirted out of his eye socked like a broken tap! Then I felt myself thrown across the room and I crashed into the table, everything went fussy for a moment but I could make out guards with batons, oh and they were hitting me, but the pain... It felt GOOD!

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