The Asylum

Worse Than Death

Warning: Swearing f*ck, sl*t,  b*stard, homophobic slur f*aggot, manipulation, mention of electroshock therapy, mention of sex.

Virgil refrained from punching Doctor Picani. He was currently sat on the sofa, picking at his nails as he spoke in Italian, to the American doctor.

Emile was getting angry, but technically Virgil was doing no wrong, he wasn't creating a scene, and he wasn't threatening him. If Emile Picani was being honest, Virgil Di Pede scared him.

Virgil held a lot of power, he had used that power on multiple occasions, bribing guards to bring him and Remus eyeshadow, bribing guards to let Roman do whatever he wished with his clothing, bribed them into letting Logan read books. Hell, he bribed them to let out whoever was in Isolation, though Virgil took their place so it wasn't often.

As said, Virgil had a lot of power.

Emile couldn't just hit him, or pry for information. He had learned the hard way what happens, he now as a scar across his stomach due to Virgil lashing out.

Virgil had grabbed Emile's glasses, used the sharp temple tips and slashed him, he tried to go for the neck the second time but was knocked out. It taught Emile to get glasses with blunt temple tips and to be wary around the twenty-five year old Mafia boss.

Emile thought of everything he had on Virgil, in sessions and out, he flicked through his notes on the man, who was still speaking in Italian, when his eyes landed on one specific note.

Virgil Di Pede stares a lot at Roman González (that's the whore)

He thought of this information, could it be Virgil Di Pede likes Roman González? How funny, the mob boss likes the prostitute.

Emile let Virgil continue on, an idea forming.

Virgil believed he had managed to officially annoy the doctor to the point he gave up, Virgil had finally won. He managed to knock the doc down. Emile always did believe he was a god amongst mankind, especially in the asylum.

Virgil wore a triumphant grin as he continued to insult the man in Italian.

Emile set down his notebook, as he messed with the Stitch teddy, one of his patients stole it a while ago, and he managed to get it back after some... convincing on his part.

"You know, Roman González sure is nice." He said absentmindedly, making Virgil pause mid sentence.

Emile kept his smirk at bay, "would be a real shame if something was to happen to him."

Virgil's hand clenched, damn this doctor. But, he soon unclenched his hand, "why would I care for the slut?"

Emile raised an eyebrow, "well I guess that's true, why would you care?" He picked up Romans file from the desk and began to write something down.

Virgil saw Romans name, "what are you writing?"

It was a simple reminder to see how Roman reacted around Virgil, but Virgil didn't have to know that, now did he?

"Just electroshock therapy for him is all." He lied.

Virgil stood up, "you sick fuck!" He went to grab the man, but stopped when Emile smirked.

"I don't think you'll be able to make many more demands Virgil." Emile glared, "sit. Down. And Roman won't get hurt."

Virgil's stomach dropped, he managed to hide this secret for years. Had he finally become so obvious? So much so that this sick bastard found out.

He sat down slowly and looked down, "come on Doctor Picani, don't hurt him..." God, he was begging.

"I won't, so long as you co-operate." Emile said, his lips curled into a sickening grin.

Virgil could deal with any punishment that was thrown his way, he could deal with days upon days in Isolation. He could deal with shock therapy and needles, slurs and fights, bullets and drugs.

But, Roman... Roman getting hurt, tortured or worse?

That's a fate worse than death.

Roman had a session next, and he said nothing, and if he did speak, it was in Spanish.

Emile hated to admit it but the two were perfect for each other - and that wasn't really a compliment either.

The good thing about Roman was he wasn't as much of a threat as Virgil, though he still got his way. He'd offer his ass and mouth to anyone who needed it.

He's ragingly gay, but to get what he wanted he'd have sex with girls, or whatever it was girls did in sex.

But again, technically Roman was doing no wrong. He wasn't talking and when he did it was in Spanish. No threat, no scene, nothing.

Emile couldn't do what he wanted to Roman now, because of his deal with Virgil, but he could strike up the same deal with Roman, if the feelings were mutual of course.

Roman was looking to the left, eyes closed and head held high in pride.

"So, Virgil sure seems interesting." Emile said, and for all the amazing acting jobs Roman had in the past, he couldn't hide his emotions as his head shot to Emile, eyes wide.

"What?"

"Virgil. You seem to care for him, is all." Emile smiled.

Roman glared, "of course not." Lie.

Of course Roman cared. He met Virgil the second day Virgil was thrown in the asylum.

Roman is openly gay, and of course this faced backlash from some inmates. This particular day after a day in Isolation, he was cornered. Mitchel, a patient there for his hallucinations, had cornered him, called him a faggot and had gone to punch him.

But, in stepped Virgil, blocking the punch. With a threat upon Mitchel's life, the boy ran and Virgil turned to Roman - and wow! Virgil's jumpsuit was and still is a size too small, perfectly outlining his muscles and the top two buttons were undone, showing off his chest. His hair was pushed back and (at the time) a gorgeous vibrant purple. Virgil was and still is very handsome.

He might have fallen more in love with guy with all their playful banter.

Emile hummed and picked up a file, clearly show Virgil's name and began to write about some new medication he needed to give Virgil for his anxiety.

"What you writing?" Roman asked, timidly.

"Just a new treatment for Virgil. Electroshock therapy." He lied.

Roman paled, "you can't do that! Virgil's done nothing to deserve that!"

"Well then, I guess I won't, so long as you co-operate." Emile shrugged.

Roman glared and stood up, "fuck this! And fuck you-"

"Roman, I really wouldn't do anything drastic. I mean, you won't get hurt, but Virgil? Well, I wouldn't be to sure." Emile said in fake concern, making Roman feel sick, "I think you should sit down." And so Roman did.

Roman swallowed a heavy lump, he could deal with everything and anything thrown at him, that much was obvious. But, if it was Virgil?

That's worse than death.