He dragged her to the basement; it smelt like fresh blood, human flesh, and death. The walls had blood smeared on them as if it was canvas, and death was their muse. He pushed her in, hovering over her, "Don't call a monster by its name, Petard; he will pull your heartstrings and show it to you before crushing it underneath its hands, turning it to dust. Oh! And one more thing darling, you should be more afraid of the monsters in my head darling, for they are terrible things" he grabbed a vat of liquid dumping it on her. Before she realized what was happening, Scarlett liquid started dripping down her body, making her chill to the bone, and a deafening scream followed, piercing the silence of the iron walls.

"Soothe the devils in my head, love me to my death." In which a psychiatrist gets kidnapped by a serial killer, only to lose her mind.