"You know what? I don't want to know." The nurse sneered, "A few hours in the Hole will do you wonders."
Dylan was standing awkwardly beside her, his right wrist still tied to the chair as he snapped and snarled at the orderlies trying to restrain him.
Nurse Halloran grabbed her by the hair, pulling and tugging and dragging her to the door and despite the fact that every nerve ending in her scalp was on fire, her eyes were trained on Dylan and the look of pure terror in his eyes as the lights went out.
The hole. Hole in the ground. Hole in the wall. Hole in the floor. Her memory flashed somewhere deep dark and damp, bloodied fingers scrabbling against stone and she began to hyperventilate, "No! No! No!" she pleaded, "I'll do anything!"
The nurse stopped dead, causing Lucy to fall to the ground, pain lancing through her skull, Nurse Halloran smirked at her, "That may work on Cameron, my dear, but your charms are lost on me."
She felt him before she saw him, heard the soft clinking of a chain growing louder as he approached, "What do we have here?"
"I'm just taking this one," the nurse yanked her hair viciously, "to the Hole."
"I see..." Cam murmured, his tone calculating, "Why?"
"She untied the Dog."
"He was in my room!" Lucy twisted awkwardly to look at him, her eyes pleading, "I was just taking him back!"
Cam raised an eyebrow and began slowly unlooping the chain from his arm, "I'll take her."
"I'm still in charge Tempest."
Her lips drew into a thin line as she shoved Lucy in his direction, a swift kick to her rear for emphasis, "Very well."
Lucy watched her stalk away, her relief at this reprieve cut short as Cam stooped low, attaching the chain to the D-link on her collar.
"You've been a bad girl Lucy."
"I'm sorry!" she cried, she had to apologise, had to make him happy, had to make him smile, "I'm really sorry, I won't do it again!"
"Do what?" he asked coolly.
"I don't know! But I'm sorry!"
He shook his head, "I expected better from you." He sighed, "Perhaps some time in darkness will do you good."
Lucy's whole body seized in terror, "Please, please you don't have to do this to me. Just let me go."
His lips curled into a half smile as he gave a little tug to the leash, "You know I can't do that."
The fog was back again, creeping its way into her brain and eradicating her self control, it was as though she was watching body, following along behind Cam like some obedient pup as he led her down stairs and through darkened corridors until they came to a room, a room with a red door and stone walls, a room with a secret, a room with a hole. Hole in the wall, hole in the floor.
Cam's room, secret room, her room.
Cam unhooked the leash from her collar and Lucy returned to her body with a resounding thud, "Get in Lucy."
Lucy looked down, the tiny hole, big enough for a person, one person, her. Her body, stuck in the hole, all alone in the dark. She didn't like the dark.
And yet, her body did as Cam bade her, climbing down into the hole in the wall.
"Turn around Lucy." She turned to face him, looking up from her hole in the wall, her body half covered by the floor, "I'm going to close the wall now Lucy."
Her mind was suddenly her own again, "Please!" she cried, "Please! Don't lock me in!" her hands were on the floor, trying to lever herself up as pain, sudden and terrifying, sent her back into the wall behind her, her knees bending the fraction of space they were allowed in the Hole.
"I'm sorry Lucy." He said, pulling the stone panel across, "Truly I am."
It was dark, so dark and she couldn't see anything. Couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't sit, couldn't think. There was no space, no space and she needed to get out.
She needed to focus.
She had to focus. Put things in order so she could breathe again.
Cam, Cam was bad. Mean and nasty and he could do things...make her feel things. He scared her, terrified and excited her.
Cam...was a bad thing.
Dylan. Dylan was-
"This is boring. Are you going to open your eyes any time soon?"
Lucy's eyes opened to a rush of new sensations, there was a body warm and breathing flush against her body and in the faint light that seemed to eminate from the girl's halo of golden curls she could make out the faintest hint of a smile on her lips.
"Who are you? How, how'd you get in here?"
"I popped." She grinned, "I'm a popper. I pop. It's what I do. Name's Lily."
"You know? How do you know?" Lucy asked, bewildered by the strange girl pressed against her in the darkness.
"You're Lucy Goosey. Me and Emme have known you for years."
"My sister, you know, she says fairies aren't real. I'm not inclined to believe her though."
"Ya ha." Lily nodded, "I'm a fairy.
"Is that why you're here?"
"Here?" she asked, "In the Hole? Or here in the Asylum?"
Lily's hand covered her mouth, just for a moment, "Oh that, we don't talk about that."
YOU ARE READING
Lucy wakes up in the rundown Blackthorne Asylum, a patient among the lunatics, unaware as to how she got there or her life before she opened her eyes. The only things she knows for sure are her name and that she needs to escape.