Chapter 3

It was almost time. Flame was still in the same seated position she'd been in hours ago. Her legs were cramping up but she had been through worse. 

A lot worse. 

She listened as the alleged nurses approached. The sound of their footsteps was unmistakable. It was a sound she dreaded with her entire being. 

But tonight would be the last time she would hear it. For it also marked the start of her plan. 

They finally got to her door and she heard them unlock it. At first she always used to be scared of it. But she feared no more. It would be the same. 

They would march in, hold her down, and inject her with their cursed medicine. They claimed it was to help her but she was no fool. All it did was make her feel pathetic. 

It left her feeling more exhausted than how she already was. She was sure that it was probably capable of killing her. For she passed out each time they gave her the shot. 

But she always woke up a few hours later so there was no need to fear. 

There would still be more than enough time to, well.... kill herself.

That really did make her sound like a depressed drug addict. 

Once the door was opened, the three walked in. Two nurses and the man they always referred to as the director. 

She didn't bother looking up, her amber eyes dreaded their sight. She hated them so much that sometimes, she was sure she could feel her insides burning up.Like there was a fire that wanted to come out. 

"How are you doing today my dear Flamy, " the director asked with what she recognized as mockery. She acted as if she hadn't heard him. No need to let the old bastard get to her. 

One of the nurses filled up the syringe, the action done fast. Probably out of habit since poisoning people was a skill of his. One his was very experienced in. 

He took a step towards her and the other did the same, intent on holding her down in case she put up a fight. Something she used to be well known for until they sucked the life out of her. 

Until they turned her into nothing more than a shadow of who she was. 

"Stop! " the director suddenly instructed and they did as asked. Then they turned to him. 

Flame heard him step closer, then she stole a glance at him and saw him as he took the syringe from the nurse. That was definitely new. 

Guess he also wanted a part in the fun. 

"I'll do it. I wanna make sure she isn't in any pain, " he stated with a disgusting smile on his ugly face. Showcasing his yellow and misaligned teeth. 

"Shall we hold her down? " The nurse asked and he pretended to be thinking. Then he shook his head. 

"No. I don't think that will be necessary, " He looked at her and Flame felt the hairs on her body rise in a very creepy way. 

"Actually, I think you should leave. Your presence here isn't really needed. Flamy is gonna be good.. isn't that right? " he looked at her, that smile still in place. 

Her instincts were suddenly on high alert. There was something not right here. 

The other two nurses seemed to sense it too. She saw how they turned to each other with puzzled and questioning looks. She wanted to beg them to stay. But she couldn't. 

She watched as they nodded ,then they turned and left. 

Leaving her alone with a man she was sure was the devil incarnate. 

"Oh, and gentlemen.. " he added as the two were about to walk out "No one else comes in. No mater how much she screams."

God! No..... 

"Yes Sir, " 

They locked the door behind them and she heard their receding footsteps. 

She was all alone now. No one could help her. 

The director walked to where she was and stretched out his hand. Then he moved her hair from her face. The action was revolting. 

"You are such a pretty thing, aren't you? " he asked. Then he moved his rough hand to her arm and she shot up from the bed and stood next to the wall. 

He laughed. An ear deafening sound that made her flinch. 

"Why are you scared? I'm not gonna hurt you.. actually, I plan in doing the exact opposite, " he stalked closer to her and she stretched out her hand to stop him. 

"I wanna make you feel good sweetheart. "

"Get away from me!! " she shouted. Gathering whatever remained of her strength and voicing it in her words. 

"How's this. You let us have a little fun... and I'll be sure you get better treatment around here, "

He was lucky she had not been fed for the last two days or else she would have throw up all over his three dollar suit. His words made her sick. His implications made her furious. "I'm not interested!!" she firmly stated. Standing her ground. Gifting him with a very intense glare. She might be locked up in that hole. They might torture her all they wanted. But she would never disrespect herself in such a manner. She still had a tiny bit of dignity left. 

"Are you sure? Just think about it.. you'd be treated like a queen, " 

Did he realise she was in a mental asylum? 

"There will be no more ice baths, no more electric chairs..." he got to where she was and held the wrist of the hand she had stretched out to keep him off.