First Try.

EMILIA'S POV.

He’s done and gone? He couldn’t even help me up. I feel so bad right now. Why does it have to be this way? We're still married. 

I have to get myself in order and get out of this place. How did I get here in the first place?

My only hope is on Jack; he promised to come see me after his first visit, when I had just got admitted to the asylum. Since then, he never showed up. Not even my parents have come to see me.

Why won’t they? I’m doing all this for them. They will be proud of me when I’m done.

“Emilia, your food is here.” 

 “Get out of here, I don’t want to see any of you; where is Evelyn?” I was in a fit of rage, I was sane, they all thought I wasn’t mentally sane except for Evelyn.

The nurses cursed out at me saying all sorts of things thinking I couldn't process those words; I can’t wait to deal with all of them when I get outside of here. 

“I’m here. ma’am", she said. Evelyn was my only succor here. We chatted and played board games together. She helped me remember that I was sane and healthy. She was indeed an angel.

“Someone has been trying to see you, but he was stopped on the masters order” I was Ardently excited “who was that“? 

“An unfamiliar face, but his name is Jackson. I recall clearly” It's Jack. I hijacked the words from her, he kept to his words.

I held Evelyn’s hands roughly, scrubbing them harshly against mine, “please let him see me, I want to see him”.

 Evenly couldn’t help me. I knew there were guards all over. Even if jack managed to enter, he still wouldn't find where Mariano hid me.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, it's impossible only if this place is destroyed and you’re transferred to another asylum. That’s when you might be able to receive any visitor aside from the master, he owns this town”.

It dawned on me, she was right, everything was controlled by Mariano, but an idea struck me; Evelyn could read it on my face.

“No we can’t do that", she said.

"We have to? Evelyn, don’t you want to be free and have a better life? I could give you all that and more. If you pull this off, I'll get you out of here with me".

Evelyn should be able to pull this off. It’s not easy, but I trust her.

She has a lot to gain also. As long as she worked here, there was no returning home. She and every other person working here at the asylum, belonged to Mariano.

I was feeling hungry. That beast, Mariano, exhausted all the strength I had left in me, what kind of a person has sex non-stop, even after my orgasm, he continued.

I took the food that was placed in front of me. It was bland and not delicious. I spat it out.

“The mad woman is at it again. Look at her spitting at the food she’s eating.” 

I looked at the nurse in the eye, I felt like eating her up, but it’ll prove their view of my insanity. None of them were in my place. They didn't know how I felt,they said anything they wanted to. 

I didn't let her words get to me. I’m getting out of this hell hole soon. I took one of the fruits on the table and started eating. While eating, another nurse came with some pills for me; more reasons why I wanted to leave this place. I didn't know what I was being given; I do feel very dizzy and disoriented after taking those drugs. If I chose not to, I would be tied down and forced to take it.

I took the pills from her. There was one I noticed they gave me only after meeting with Mariano. I feared he might be poisoning me slowly, but I always feel the same, just as healthy as ever. I'll look into all that later.

Jackson was back in my mind, he must have found a way to help me. “Come with me Emilia”, it was a voice behind me. I turned around to see. I was disappointed; it was my psychiatrist, Dr. Bernard.

Still chewing on the apple, I followed him to a room; “I will not be treating you any longer, the master has found a better replacement for me. I trust you will like him, Dr. Damien !” he called out to the man he joined in on our conversation. 

Damien was of average height and looked boring with a face cap on his head, he had a slim body also; I could tell he was just like Dr. Bernard, the only difference was that he was younger and he used glasses. What a weirdo. Mariano would never approve of any handsome man coming near me. The only male workers here are the security officers and my psychiatrist, Mariano, was that protective!. 

“HI I’m Damien, I will be your new Psychiatrist!” he stretched his hands towards me; I ignored his greetings, “Follow me” Dr. Bernard closed the gap. 

“I will put you through the process practically. I know I have told you everything you need to do”, Damien nodded positively. 

“Excuse me, I’ll be back with my tools”. I was left alone with Damien. He took off his facecap and I could see it clearly. I was wrong. He had the face of a fierce hit man like Torillio’s; I preferred hanging around cute men.

Damien was a turn off for me; “Lie on the bed please”. I did as he requested, he moved closer to examine me. 

He looked into my eyes. I don't know why they always checked that; I could hear his heart beating faster; it made me smile fondly.

Dr.Bernard was back with a bowl of water. "Use this". Damien was startled by his voice. He knocked the water off Dr Benard's hand and it poured on his body. Some amount of the water splashed on me.

For the second time, I was completely wrong about Damien. The water poured on the lower part of his body, with his poor taste in fashion, he wore a tracksuit underneath his T-shirt, I could see his dick print because he was damped. 

Our eyes met. I immediately took my eyes off him. He was shy, he couldn't face me anymore. 

Dr Bernard apologized and told him to hold on, he'd get a change of clothes for him. 

He invited him over to the other room, gave him some of his clothes that he had left while he was still working at the asylum.

I was tempted to peep into the door hole, watching Damien undress, but Dr Bernard was a show killer.  

I asked him to get me some drugs just for him to leave. I closed the door at the back. I was too late. Damien was done dressing but he was still there. 

"You can come in if you want". I was shocked. I went back to bed. 

I thought he was shy; "I don't want to get on the wrong side of you or the master, please give good credit's about me to the boss. So I can keep my new job. I desperately need it". 

He was vulnerable, I could hear him stutter as he spoke, only that was right. He was timid.

I said no words; I looked down at the lower part of his body. It was obviously bulging, he placed his hand there trying to cover it up. He knew I was looking. 

"Why did you close the door"? I still ignored; "Dr. Bernard didn't tell me you hated talking. I'm sorry, I tend to talk a lot when I'm tensed up"

Fire! Fire !! Fire!!! You have to run… someone shouted while banging on the door.