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Mad House

thewhiterabbit

Supernova
Joined
Jun 17, 2009
Angels of Mercy Hospital was a rundown hell hole were only the worst doctors and patients were sent to die. Mercy had been built over a toxic waste dump that had never been fully cleaned up. Jared was one of those few people who chose to work at Angels in hopes of helping people. but after only a year his spirit had been broken along with his credit ratting he was ready for payback.

Section B was for the lifers the ones that would never leave the facility alive. "Looks like you have a full catwalk" he shook his head B was 1 through 15 odds was for the female lifers many passed around since early child hood. he smiled looking in one of the windows a twisted idea forming in his head. he was the only one on shift in Section B he could get away with anything but maybe latter.

"Jared you have a call" slowly he left the section locking up the divider door that sealed off section B from the rest of the Hospital. he could tell that at least one of the woman had been the plaything of the day shift attendant. "Heah Marcus i am sure you're sorry you don't have duty in B section". he smiled taking the call it was only his girlfriend breaking up with him over the phone.
 
Just down the hall from Jared, a lifer approached, being escorted by two burly men, one on the right was stout but muscular, his nametag read Thomas, and the other quite tall with a normal build, obviously forgot his nametag today. She had just been transfered from a different hospital, apparently a bit too rowdy for the staff. Lyla planned on making a good first impression, but during the car ride over, another transfer had disrespected a sweet ex cellmate of hers. And all hell broke loose. The tiled hallway echoed. "That BITCH got what he deserved! And if I see him again I'll FUCK him up!" She shoved herself into each of her escorts like like a ping pong deathmatch. Her hands were firmly cuffed behind her back, and though petite, Lyla had strength. The two men rolled their eyes and snickered. Mumbling something about 'crazy women'

She did not like that. In a fraction of a second the man on the left was hunched over, her knee still jabbed into his stomach. The other recovered quite quickly and grabbed Lyla around the waist, hoisting her in the air. Practically her only option was to flail madly in his tightening grib. Try as she might, there was nothing in her lungs to scream with. As he attempted to regain composer, the tall man approached and backhanded Lyla leaving a red impression, but he was too close and she was able to clip his groin with her leg. Thomas threw the small girl to the hard tiled floor and placed his foot on her face slowly adding pressure. She screamed. But in this hospital, no one payed attention. Everyone always screams. Especially on the first day.
 
After the twentieth sensitivity call he was in no mood for a abuse complaint he smiled as he socked the guy in the face. "B section is all mine" grabbing her by the hand he applied gentle pressure to her wrist. every time she moved to punch him in the pace he increased the pressure if she kept it up she would loos all feeling in her arm. "Meat you can do that all day but you wont be able to hit me" the girl kept swinging but she could not touch him with his him guiding her body. pulling her arm behind her back her could feel the bone pop out of its joint with a loud plop.

"Dirt back she hit us first" the jack hammer blow crushed his foot while he slammed his palm into the other his head bouncing of the wall. as a youth Jared had roided out even though he had not taken it in years he was pumped. the two men ran like little children as he tossed her into an empty room following behind her. a few kicks before he applied the same treatment to her ankle pressure followed by a good clean grapple. "You keep this up and you are going to have an accidental overdose" and patient that said know to an attendant or fought back eventually said yes or ended up dead.
 
Her head was swimming, and it took a few moments to comprehend what was going on. Her vision was blurred, and though untrustworthy, Lyla kept fighting whatever shadowy figure was near. Until there was only one left, whom chucked her to a cell like a piece of garbage. "Fucking cock lickers! Pussy!" She shouted to whoever was still in earshot, especially Thomas and his buttfucking sidekick. Even though Jared saved her from a beat down, she was not impressed by his threats to behave and obey. "We'll just see, Kid. I could be your first exception to say no, and not be dead." She spat from the uncomfortable floor. The girl slowly sat up and cracked her neck.
"Oh great. Yet another shithole. I wonder how long I'll last here before ya'll ship me off" She thought out loud.
"I have to piss. You wanna take off these fucking cuffs? Or would you rather clean the floor"
 
Unlike many of the others Jared had bothered to stay for training making her threat as hollow as it was amusing. "You don't need you're hands" the suit was a one piece that required only that they pulled on a cord. it was terrible for anything but using the bathroom but was warm and easy to wash. he garbed her by the elbow knowing more then one patient that had tried to crawl through the piping. he smiled watching as she entered the bathroom the place had no windows or lighting fixtures. "This is the bottom of the barrel there is no other place you leave here in a body bag or not at all" he could see that she thought she was hardcore so were all the other patients the Dommer type that ate peoples face.
 
"What do you mean I don't need my hands? ...Really? I can't even take a piss like a normal human being either? Wow. Awesome. I suppose you're going to wipe my ass too, like a little bitch" He lead her by the elbow to the bathroom and she reluctantly entered. "Oh well great. Looks like you're going to be stuck with me for quite a while, then. I don't know about you but I'm just fucking thrilled. And what the hell are you smiling at? My cherib-like demenor?" After a moment, just paces from the doorway she realized there wasn't a lightswitch or windows. "I can't see shit. Where's the fucking lights?" She peered into the dark, waiting for her eyes to adjust.
 
After a moment the lights came on it was no high tech device just a bored guy having some fun with a patient. "You will be fin plus if you make a mess i get to clean it up" he teased he had a sick sense of humor like that. She smiled wondering what he would do if she made a complaint or peed on herself. He watched from the door he could tell that she was one of those types to always complain. "You know yo will need friends" He teased he could tell she was going to be a handful from the start. the bathroom was far from clean getting people to clean in b wing was like pulling teeth. He was sure the reason was people were to busy fucking the better looking ones in A section that were drugged.
 
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