Did you know I'm UTTERLY INSANE?

Casefile: Saskia Larawell (PATIENT) Age: 31 Diagnosis : Sexual Masochism & Sadism Disorder/ schizophrenia Level: GREEN

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x-anderwood:

“Oh, trust me.” Xander couldn’t help but chuckle. “i was not looking at you.” He wasn’t really looking a anyone here. He tried his best to keep to himself or target those who were easily susceptible which he got good at determining. “So you can return to whatever you were doing before.”   

She could only snicker. Everyone was looking at her in her mind, even if they claimed they weren’t. “ I was busy minding my own business like you should be. nosy.” She laughed, amused with herself. “ Anyone ever tell you you looked like Jeffery Dahmer? Or maybe a little like that one dead kid on that show about a haunted house who fucked his girlfriend’s mom and got her pregnant.”

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bloodxobsessive:

Luthor honestly wondered why they hadn’t figured out to keep their mouths shut around him. It made both their lives go a lot more smoothly, and he definitely liked life to go smooth, or at least, his version of smooth. There was always something that made his days a little more bearable and right now, with the morphine kicking in, he was up for just about anything.

He was sure his eyes narrowed, he was squint/glaring at her before he could stop himself “Asshole? Original, try again sweetheart, I’m all for this game.” His glare slowly but surely, faded. Which could of been seen as a good thing, but instead of being happy or amused by her tone, Luthor was high as a kite and imagining peeling her skin back and looking at all those muscles underneath. 

Perhaps a scapel to the face, would change her attitude, or just stabbing the needle in his pocket right in to her jugular. He gave a small smile after all those thoughts. F u c k i n g   B i t c h   w o n t   k n o w    w h a t’ s   h i t    h e r!

“How about I escort you back to your room? You’re not meant to be here.” 

“Yeah, asshole. You are what you eat, right?” She snickered. “ You ever eaten ass before? You got dick sucking lips but I can’t really get a vibe if you’re into giving rim jobs or not. I know most guys don’t really do it even though that’s what they show you in pornos all the time but you look like you could be into it.”

The grin on her face spread impossibly wide. If she was gonna be locked in here she was gonna give every single person she came across hell until they got so tired of her that the put a pillowcase over her head and shoved her in a van only to be thrown out on a highway somewhere. Or killed her. Besides, he said he was in for the game, and it was thankfully the only Game she found worth playing. 

“ How but you escort yourself straight to hell, freak show? I go wherever the fuck I please and if you put you’re grubby paws on me I’ll bite off those two fingers you shove up your hole to get a boner going.”

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theirondawn:

Dawn stared up at the woman, clearly dazed and confused. “No…no my family loves me…” Her voice had dropped to calm and quiet within a millisecond. “They’re going to come back for me soon…as soon as I get better.” She shrunk into herself, eyes sad and droopy. Her lip quivered, and it was clear she was not only starting to retreat back to her quiet self, but wasn’t happy about whatever she was feeling or thinking.

“You don’t know my family…do you?”

Much like Saskia, the girl’s mood changes,as is the nature of people in their situation. The mood swings, the random changes in actions and opinions -- all of it only meant what society was trying to tell them, but of course Saskia only noticed it on others and not herself.

“No, dipshit, I was just fucking with you. I don’t even know who you are.” Saskia scoffed as she rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hip. “ You really shouldn’t be so gullible. That’s how you end you with things up your butt -- trust me.”

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quiethenry:

The woman spoke more harshly as the minutes ticked by, each sentence doing nothing but to cause Henry to retreat more fully into his himself. They had sent him to this place after his uncle had gotten sick, and Henry had more things than he’d ever had before. A warm bed, food at every meal. Things he didn’t deserve and it was very clear to him then that everyone knew it. Everyone knew what a useless waste of space he was. As she shoved his face away, Henry didn’t reach up to sooth where she’d pressed her fingers and instead just looked down once more.

“They made me come here–” He whispered out the words, and then she was leaning in to whisper, the words even harsher than before. Why don’t you kill yourself? Henry didn’t know the answer– why didn’t he? It would all stop hurting if he did, it would mean he wasn’t disappointing himself or someone else anymore.

“I’m trying… I keep trying– Please, I’m trying to change. I’m trying to learn how to be better for everyone.”

“They made us all come here, loser, that’s the whole fucking point of these wonderful institutions: to make us do shit we don’t want to. Welcome to America: Land of the Free where nobody’s free. And I’m not even fucking American.” She was mostly bitching now, never having a problem making it known how much she hated this place and how bored she was. In her mind though, she wasn’t insane like the rest of the lot -- people just didn’t understand her needs.

Still, the staff tormented the patients they were meant to be taking care of, so why shouldn’t she? ” Are you really, though? Cause it looks like you’re failing miserably. Don’t be such a pussy, dude. Man up, take action, all that other shit.” She really didn’t know where her train of though was going now or what she was insisting he take action an do. Just as easily as thoughts came to her, they left, most of the time leaving Saskia to just ramble until she annoyed someone enough to be entertaining. 

“Be better for everyone? Right. And how’s that working for you? Do you feel like you’re a contributing member of society yet? Do the doctors and nurses all tell you what a good boy you are after they’re done grabbing your nutsack and fondling your dick?”

[gingerfitzgeralddd]

5/? Favourite females in horror - Mary Mason

American Mary (2012)

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theirondawn:

No. No that couldn’t be right. Why would the staff tell her and not Dawn? Unless she wasn’t talking about the staff. Did she hear Dawn’s voices too? Were the voices even Dawn’s to begin with? These questions flashed through her head. By this point, Dawn could feel a migraine creeping in. She could see the edges of her vision blur. But she had to fight back.

“Then let them try! They can’t kill me here! They’ll be ruined! My family will come back– they know my gift! My family will take it from you, and they’ll save me!”

The girl cowers into a corner, frightened and emotional and doing everything that would tell a normal person to ease up and leave her alone before she cracks, but Saskia wouldn’t be Saskia if she didn’t try to push the girl to break. Still, even with her little improv dance, it was hard to focus on just what the girl was talking about. Eyes turned from narrowing in wickedness to narrowing in confusion, the girl’s ranting and raving making Saskia’s face contort until she filled stood up straight. “ Holy shit, you really are fucking batshit, eh?”

Like a gentle push of a light switch, Saskia’s mood changed, no longer wanting to play her little game and frankly all but forgetting what she was doing, anyway.  With a sigh, she stretched her arms above her head and looked around. “ Sorry to break it to ya, sweet peach, but you’re family’s not comin’ for ya. They’re probably dead or on a beach somewhere trying to forget all about that one crazy kid they dropped on her head or whatever. So congrats, you’re stuck here like the rest of us. Welcome to hell.”

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themoorespace:

Much of the time, Spencer tried to lighten situations by cracking jokes and making patients feel more comfortable in the situation. He knew it was difficult to have to be in here every day and not be able to get out or do what you’d like. Even though he was a doctor and could leave if he wanted to, he spent most of his time here and couldn’t get enough time away, so you had to make things a little fun every once in a while. “I was trying to lighten the mood and crack a joke. Jokes do make everything a little less dull, you know.” Spencer wasn’t afraid to get talked back to or told he was an idiot. It came with the job and was something you had to get used to. Working at the asylum wasn’t a job for the fainthearted. “I would like some barbecue wings now though, thank you for making me hungry.” His stomach rumbled slightly, but he ignored it as he watched her sink down against the wall. A light laugh slipped through his lips at her response. “Probably the latter. Some kind of protection element from monsters or to remind their children how much they love them. Definitely a love thing.”

He spoke, but she only stared blankly at him in response, Saskia’s sense of humor based off making fun of people until they cry and watching people fall and get hurt. Wings... She honestly would have loved some, but it was, alas, on the long list of things she would probably never see again. The slop they fed them here was worse than what they gave prisoners, but complaining would do nothing and starving was only a temporary option. “Well Doc, if you’re on your way to Friday’s pick me up an extra spicy order. “ She wistfully mumbled as the stinging in the back of her head came as a comfort through the pain. There was a long , heavy sigh before she looked up at him without a hint of amusement, some shades of disgust at his optimism shining through. “ Don’t tell me you’re one of those fucks who actually believes that parents care about their kids.” She scoffed. “ People have kids for selfish reasons. They’re bored and they want something to talk about and show off and give meaning to their miserable lives again.  How can you honestly tell a child you love them but let them still believe that there’s monsters under the bed or a fat old white guy who’s gonna sneak into their house and leave them presents but forget to warn them about pedophiles and then get all pissy when they get in vans cause stranger’s offer them candy? And what about bringing a kid into the world then telling them they can’t have whatever they want screams ‘love’ to you? If you ask me, having kids is the ultimate sadistic desire.”

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quiethenry:

The fingers on his jaw hurt and Henry’s face wrinkled slightly at the feel of it. He felt his heart picking up, his mind thinking of a way to get out of the situation. She kept saying things that reminded him as to why no one had ever been able to care about him. If he had his way, he would have walked away and gone to a dark corner somewhere. Solitude was the only time that he felt safe.

“Just better–” He whimpered out softly. It was always worse when someone could see how much of a useless piece of shit he was right from the start. The words kept coming, and each rejection made Henry withdraw more and more into his head. “…I’m trying. Please stop… I promise I am trying.”

Her eyes narrowed, staring into his looking for some signal -- a twitch, a dilated pupil -- something that showed him cracking and turning into the animal that was underneath all people. She saw nothing. “ You’re not better -- you’re worse.” She taunted. “ You’re a fucking joke, look at you! You can’t honestly think you’re really putting in top effort, can you?” She tsked mockingly. ” What good are you to anyone like this? Aren’t you tired of being just a waste of space?  Aren’t you tired of disappointing everyone? God, I don’t even know you and I’m already sick of you. I can’t just smell the failure rolling off of you and it’s making me sick.” She gagged as she freed his face with a rough shove.

  “There are people here who need help, you know? People here who can get better and go out to be contributing members of society and here you are -- taking up a room, a bed.... food being wasted on you while you just .... waste all of our time. “ The words flowed easily as the darkness inside herself boiled to the top Saskia slowly leaning in to whisper to him. “ Why don’y you kill yourself already?”

[rmartells-deactivated20221117]

                 I know you’re a psychopath.

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quiethenry:

As fingers gripped his jaw, Henry immediately tensed. He didn’t pull away from her, thought a part of him wanted to just get up and leave. He was torn between wanting to push her away and being frozen in place. If he didn’t struggle, anything she was going to do to him would be over more quickly. If he did struggle, they might bring him up a level or two.

Henry would never survive the red level.

“I won’t cry.” He told her, knowing that crying would only make everything even worse. His Uncle had never liked it when he cried, so he’d learned to never cry when others were around. “–I wish I was better.” He cringed slightly. What was wrong with him? Everything.

Push. Push hard. It’s what she did best and what she loved doing. She believed if she pushed hard enough that everyone would break. Some took longer than others, but most snapped in an instant, which was admittedly boring. The ones who took time to crack the surface were the fun ones. This one though... He seemed like he was one of the few she liked to tell herself didn’t’ exist.

So she gripped harder, her nails were blunt to keep her from scratching herself and others, but what little grew out she tried to sink into his face. “ You sure about that? You look like you’re about to cry like a little baby. “ She taunted, trying to hold eye contact in hopes that he’d snap. “ better at what? Better at being a person? A man? Are you even a man, or do you actually have a vagina between your legs? oooh, maybe you’re on your period!”

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quiethenry:

–The laughter did not startle him, it reminded him far too much of his Uncle and how he would react to Henry when he spoke.

The insults made Henry duck his head down, accepting them and logging them into the back of his head. The place that he somehow managed to keep all of the insults and angry words that had been said to him over the years. Her speaking harshly to him, it was just something he was used to. It was almost felt like he was back home.

Henry stared for just a moment before he was looking away. “I’m sorry–” What he was apologizing for, no one would really know. It was just the easiest thing for him.

He apologized. He just....did. Saskia had to rolled her eyes and keep from gagging at the realization that she was having a run-in with yet another beta male.  The guy cowering away from her reminded her of the men who’d pay to be beaten and lick her boots while she acted cruelly to them. 

So she tapped into her inner sadist, standing tall as she grabbed the guy’s jaw and forced him to look at her. “ What the fuck are you sorry for? Did your balls actually shrink to the size of Cheerios because I yelled at you? What, are you gonna cry now? What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?”

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literallybites:

“My bad. I forgot you can never quite tell the gender of someone these days.” If she was actually a MAN, consider him impressed. But he had a feeling she wasn’t one. “I doubt you have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. That’s some shoes to try to fill. And remember. FAKE ones don’t count.” He wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t have a fucking dildo in this place, though. If you had connections, you never knew what they’d give you. Drugs, sex toys, handcuffs, food. He’s seen it all at one point. He may have only been here for five months, but that was long enough to see MOST things.

He did pull harder. Mostly to prove a point. She wasn’t in charge here. He was. And if he had to tear a chunk of her hair out in the process to prove this point, he would. “Only if you ask nicely. Where’s my PLEASE? Do they not teach people like YOU manners?” 

Some of what he was saying was registering, but not most.  It wasn’t just that she was naturally unfocused and got bored easy, but Saskia often lacked the attention span for conversations. Still, this wasn’t that. This was because of the pain she was feeling from the strong grip on her hair. She provoked for fun, but no one even fought back short of a cranky orderly who shoved her into her room before locking the door, a good enough push able to make her fall to her cold floor and feel a rush for a few seconds before it was gone.  Maybe she was crazy, but she couldn’t help but wish someone would give her a good smack across the face to get her adrenaline going.

Her chest heaved, excited from the thrill a bit and reluctant to be such a pussy about it, but she wanted to be hurt.  “ I-I’m sorry....” She managed to choke out with all her pride. “ Please?” She tried to ask as sweetly as she could. No doubt the staff would separate them before anything fun could happen, but there was a glimmer of hope that she hadn’t felt in ages that just maybe she’d feel strong hands around her throat cutting off her air supply and giving her the high she needed to keep sane. “Please pull harder... It’s not the same when I do it myself.” 

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cararrow:

Her body went rigid as she stood there, not at all expecting the girl to crawl toward her like a fucking demon tiger. But the problem was that Cara had no idea what to do. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t stop watching her. This was something she’d been told to expect, something she’d been told to watch out for. When she’d first arrived, she’d been given advice on how to deal with these situations, but now, being in one, she had no idea what to do. So, she just stood there, her eyes on the girl crawling toward her. Cara swallowed and tried to laugh, acting as if it didn’t bother her. Sure, she was strong, but she wasn’t exactly calm about what was happening. Once the girl swiped at her, she jumped, finally.

“I was just trying to help. It doesn’t hurt, you know, asking for something you want. I was going to bring you something to eat, maybe chocolate or something, but I guess not,” she explained. Most of the time, Cara was helpful. She liked to bring the patients chocolate to keep them calm and make sure they liked her, especially if she had to deal with anything they may be going through, like a breakdown of some kind. “If you change your mind, let me know.”

There was a faint hint of a smirk on her face as she watched the girl sweat, amused that she’d gotten that reaction from her.  The smile was quick to fade when the girl offered her chocolate -- chocolate of all things. “ Chocolate?” She had to say it out loud just to confirm it before jumping to her feet. “ I’m trapped in this shit hole against my will, I can’t take a fucking shower without someone watching me, the fucking sick perverts around here think that having a little laminated card with the word STAFF printed on it means they can sodomize all the people here and then tell everybody they imagined it when they complain, and there are probably fucking cannibals in the place -- and you think chocolate is gonna help me? If you wanna help me, get me a fucking gun so I can shoot myself and take a couple of the staff with me on the way out!”

But the time she finished her rant she was exasperated, a soft pant as the air cam back into her lung slowly, but Saskia of course liked the burn and the dizzy feeling that came from it. She’d have to remind herself to try holding her breath for as long s she could in hopes that she would black out for a few hours as a new way to pass the time. Refocusing after spacing out, she looked back to he nurse who’s frightened expression was still fresh in Saskia’s mind. “ But not you, honey -- don’t worry, you’re too pretty to shoot.”

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themoorespace:

Spencer wanted to be sure that each and every one of the patients felt like they were being heard. Sure, he could be a complete asshole, but he still wanted to help. Besides, once he had them on his side, he could get them to do what he wanted and have a whole lot more fun with each and every one of them. Listening to their stories was always the best way to do it. You learned so much about someone based on what stories they wanted to tell you. His favorite days were the ones he heard the craziest stories. A lot of the patients in the upper levels had the best and while many of them were horribly creepy or horrifying, they were interesting. When the girl spoke, he leaned up against the wall, listening. “Those are some hungry bears. Did they at least put some barbecue sauce on it?” Spencer asked, not sure how to react to the story. Clearly she was trying to freak him out or get him to leave. But he was done with his appointments for the day, so why not try and get to know some of the other patients. “No, actually. I don’t understand the appeal of that anyway.”

Lacking a moral compass, her apathy for pretty much everything had her holding in a giggle at her retelling of Goldie Lock’s fate. It could have been far more gruesome if she put in actual effort, but it at least gave her a few seconds where she didn’t want to bang her head against the wall from sheer stir-crazy boredom. “What?” She said after a few seconds of zoning out, his question finally registering to her and making her narrow her eyes at him. “ No, they didn’t use barbecue sauce -- they're fucking bears. Do you think they know how to open bottles? You think there’s a sale on smoky flavor on the 24-hour bear mart? And they say I’m fucking nuts.” She grumbled as she pressed her back to the wall and sank to the ground. One thump at a time she started hitting her head against the wall, wishing to give herself a concussion if she increased how hard she hit herself. “I was always under the impression that it was to simulate how much parents desperately wanted to strangle their children at night. Or maybe it’s to keep their limbs covered up so the wolf doesn’t get them.”

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theirondawn:

Dawn’s head whipped around to face the woman who started talking to her. She looked much like a wild animal, frantic, terrified, and unsure of what her next action was going to be until she took it.

“No!” She screeched. She attempted to scramble to her feet to back away, but she kept falling backwards. Her hands broke away from the back of her neck and moved to the floor, trying to stabilize herself. “You don’t even know how to use it!”

Stand up. Get away. Run. Run fast. She’ll take your gift. You’ll lose it. You don’t even deserve it anymore if you’re stuck in this place. You can’t use it now. You’re done.

Had emotions been a common theme for Saskia, she would have felt bad for the girl. She was obviously panicked, frantic and scared, and even though in the deepest reaches of her mind Saskia knew she shouldn't toy with people in delicate states just to break them, she still couldn’t help herself.

“Who cares if I don’t know how? You wont have it anymore, and that’s all that matters. You’ll be alone -- all alone with no one and nothing.” She smirked. “ They talk to me, you know -- they told me they don’t want you here anymore. They’re gonna kick you out of this place and leave you out in the cold all defenseless... “ The staff of course, told her no such thing, but Saskia was purely feeding off the terror on the girl’s sweet face. “ I think they hate you. I think they want you to die. “

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dr-joyce:

Rude patients, or ones who did strange things, were the ones that got on his nerves the most - and this one apparently fell under that first category. He had no patience for the bullshit, that wasn’t what he was here for. Michael was here to do his experiments, what he did best, and to get a paycheck. “Wow, you’re a rotten little thing, aren’t you?” His tone held no hint of amusement or interest at this point. She obviously wasn’t one he wanted to watch - he had no time for smartasses who were too far up their own asses to break through with.

“Mm, you’re too much of a bitch for your own good,” He shrugged his shoulders, “And just like that, you’ve lost my interest.” Mike didn’t care about the insult, nor did it bother him, but it was quite annoying when he was trying to do some research on patients in their natural state. “I believe I’ll pass, no thanks. I don’t take rotten little bitches, especially patients, to my bed.”

Rotten. The word got a giggle from her and the quote. “ Oh you have no idea.” Before Saskia chuckled. “I’m a bitch for everyone’s good, baby.” She laughed again, twirling her hair around her fingers and she batted her lashed at him. “ You talk you all your patients that way or am I just special?” Saskia taunted again. The grin on her face didn’t fade as she stared him in the eye. He seemed like her was trying to hurt her with name calling, which only made her laugh even more. Had he done his homework, he’d know that she couldn’t be hurt.

“What makes you think I wanted your interest? I was sitting here minding my own fucking business and you cam staring at me like a fucking creep on the playground. What, do you want me to cry or something? Boo-hoo the doctor was mean to me and I’m just a little girl. Why don’t you go jerk your tiny little dick off to someone else?” With a snicker, Saskia turned her back to him and continued to pluck out her hair. It was obvious she’d gotten under his skin, but she’d rather waste her time slowly going bald than toy with a fragile male ego. “Later, creepy uncle.”