blackblxxd;; Asylum au:
He hated group sessions; these little therapy circles designed to help all of them. Justin didn’t like being here, sitting around the common rabble of these degenerates when he has done nothing to deserve being here. Why should he be forced to mingle? Dull blue eyes flicked around, taking in all the members of their group. He knows a few of them. Spirit, the sinner. All of them are sinners, but he was the most vile of all. Justin expected his hand to rot or fall off with how often it was in the vulgar bastards pants. Then there was Stein, who Justin equally suspected to be a Doctor and a fraud. He claims to be a Doctor, while all the workers here deny the fact. So he could be, but he couldn’t be. Justin never takes his eyes off the man.
Four years of suffering in this hell hole --but Justin knows what this is. It’s a trial. Like before, his lord has placed him among sinners and satanists, unholy sheep who lost their way. There is a lesson to be learned here, but its been four years, and he has yet to figure it out. God, GOD, Justin was nothing but a disappointment. He’ll be mocked at heavens gates. Mocked. Mocked--
Immediately his snapped to the side, a malicious snarl claiming his pink lips as he sneered to the patient next to him. “What are you looking at?” Was the lad even looking at him? He had to be. They all were, waiting --waiting for him to finally figure it out.
“What do you want?” He hissed at the trembling boy, but the “Doctor” commanded him to settle. He did, reluctantly, eyes drifting from the real Doctor and the hoaxed one. Which one should he listen to?