Elizabeta was at the edge of the asylum by herself and she cried, she didn't want to leave her love behind, but she had no choice, not to mention she would also miss Roderich dearly.

She cried and cried.

"Now why is such a pretty lady crying?"

She looked up to see the young man that always picked up the stories.

She sniffled "No stories today" she said.

"That was not my question" he said

"Oh…I'm being sent away from here" she said a few tears splashing off of her face.

The man on the horse raised an eyebrow. "Have you a place to go?" he asked her.

Eliza nodded "I think I'm going to be working as a laundress some place different, Gilbert is arranging it right now….but I don't want to go" she cried.

"There, there" said the man gently, wishing he could hold her and make her feel better.

"Why not come with me? I've noticed you are a king clever young woman and I think I can grow to love you. I do have my own household" he offered her.

Eliza thought for a moment, she had always had little conversations with this man but he had an air of mystery that had intrigued her from the very start.

She nodded and wiped her tears off. The man on the horse smiled. "I'll come back for you tomorrow" and he rode off.

What had she done? She could never bring herself to love the mysterious man on the horse as much as she had come to love Gilbert…

Eliza had decided she was done crying and was going to go say her goodbyes to everyone.

She walked into the barn to look for Lovino, Antonio, and Bella. They were too distracted to acknowledge their friend as all three of them were having sex on the hay. She sighed and walked into the asylum to look for Roderich.

She walked toward the empty corridor towards the room of the man.

She knocked "It's me" she said rather sadly.

Roderich approached the door and opened the compartment on the door so their eyes would meet.

"I came to say good bye" she told him.

"I'm sad that you are leaving my girl, just do not forget me" he told her.

Eliza gave a wry smile.

"How about you give me one last story-so I may remember you by it." She said.

Roderich raised his eyebrows, "I've got nothing to write with" he said

"Whisper it to me" she said sweetly. "and I shall write it.

"Couldn't you just bring me a quill and some paper?" he asked her.

She shook her head "My keys were taken away"

"But you can't stay here all night" he said. Eliza thought for a moment then smiled up at Roderich "When you hear the bells chime twelve times I will be in the laundry room with a quill and a parchment"

Roderich sighed "And how will you hear me whisper?" he asked.

"Through the walls" she smiled. There are only four rooms between yours and the laundry room, and there are many walls in between with many holes in them. You whisper it, to one patient, then he to the next, and to the next and then to me"

"I honestly doubt that will work" he sighed. "But I'll try for you my dear girl."

Eliza smiled "Thank You…." Her smile vanished "I suppose this is the last time I will see you" she said sadly, sticking hr fingers through the small opening where their eyes were meeting. Roderich kissed her fingers.

"I'm so glad to have met you Eliza, thank you for visiting me everyday."

Eliza nodded holding back tears "I will miss you. Good Bye."

It was about one in the afternoon at that time.

Doctor Francis Bonnefoy had left his wife locked in her room, as far as he knew she was just sitting down and reading her bible, he trusted her but yet he kept her locked up.

Arthur had easy access to the household since he was designing it.

He walked to where the key was hanging (next to the bedroom door), gulped and opened it.

There he saw the beautiful young girl holding a religious book, Arthur knew it was really the erotic story.

He closed the door.

"Hello my lady" he said nervously.

Michelle turned and smiled, her beautiful eyes focusing on his.

"I'm really happy you came, does that mean you like me?" she asked him

Arthur nodded "Y-yes!" he blushed "You're so kind and clever!" he stammered nervously.

She giggled and walked towards him caressing his face gently with her hand. He blushed and stared at his feet.

Michelle (being shorter than him) raised her face and pressed her lips on to his.

He backed away as if he were electrocuted by her.

"Is something the matter?" she asked innocently and letting her dress fall around her ankles revealing her body to him.

His heart rate increased, she approached him once more. She looked at him sadly "I thought you said you liked me" she pouted looking at the floor.

As she was finishing her sentence Arthur grabbed her face and kissed her passionately over and over again causing her to step back.

"I don't like you" he said between breaths. He began giving her small kissed on her neck that felt like fire on her body, pushing her back towards the bed while undoing his shirt.

"I've come to love you my lady" he moaned as he shook out of his pants. He had her beneath him on the bed and kept her there with his passionate kisses. He positioned himself ready to thrust into her.

"Do you love me?" he asked her.

Michelle was only able to nod due to her lack of ability to speak at the moment.

He entered her. "Let's run away together" he whispered in her ear.

Michelle was only able to moan, she had never felt anything more wonderful.

"I have a house in Britain." He moaned.

"Let's go to Britain…" she said as their lips pressed together.

After having intercourse several times, Michelle danced around her room prompting Arthur what to write.

"And tell him that no matter how beautiful I know a prison when I see it" she sang packing lightly.

Arthur laughed as he wrote.

"And tell him if he tries to come for me that you will slit your wrists with a razor and I will stick a needle in my heart." Arthur kissed her happily "You'd do that?" he asked her.

"No but tell him I would" she smiled. They both laughed and cuddled for a few more hours.

Then they decided it was time to go since he was due to come home in a couple hours.

They purposely left the bed undone and placed the letter on it. Michelle placed her seemingly religious book next to him. Arthur looked at her

"Something to remember me by" she winked and cupped his face with her hands kissing him once more.

"Je t'aime" she told him, and so they were off to Britain.

"At least something good came out of my marriage" she told him

"Something good?" he asked her.

She shook her head "Something wonderful" she squeezed his hand "I got to meet you" she said and kissed his cheek.

He didn't even like France, he was glad to be going back.

The first thing Francis did when he came home to his mansion was head up to his room. He was in a good mood. He went to go get the key that was supposed to be hanging but it wasn't.

"That's strange…" he murmured.

He noticed that the door was open. "I didn't leave that open" he growled and kicked the door in.

"Michelle!" he yelled.

The room was empty. He walked inside and lit a candle; he crouched down and picked up her dress.

It was on the floor as if she had just let it drop.

He groaned and moved the curtains that were covering the bed apart.

He glared at how undone the bed was then he spotted the letter and his wife's book.

He picked up the letter and read it.

After a few minutes he crumpled it up angrily and threw it on the ground! "No! Surely she was kidnapped by that British dog!" The he picked up the book he had always seen her reading.

"Justine"

He kicked the dressed and broke a few vases "It's all his fault!" he yelled angrily destroying the room he had paid so much for.

"All that mad mans fault!" He yelled "I'll make him and that administrator pay!" he growled vengefully running down the stairs and onto the carriage. It would take him a couple hours to get there, but he didn't care if had to wake everybody up he was going to torture Roderich Edelstein!

Eliza stared at the ceiling as she laid on her bed. Her mother snoring, she wasn't going to go the laundry room for another hour.

Although her thoughts were on Gilbert she wanted to tell him that she loved him before she left the asylum. Her sense of adventure was kicking in once more.

She turned over and looked at her sleeping mother; her poor old face was stained with tears, because she didn't want her daughter sent away.

"I'm sorry mother" she whispered tears in her eyes and she walked out of the room. The hallway was dark but she had walked the halls often enough to know not to bump into anything.

She reached Gilberts room, and knocked.

"Eliza!?" he whispered in disbelief.

"Hello Gilbert." She said meekly not meeting his gaze.

Gilbert became apprehensive, what would people think if they saw her there with him? What would they think!?

Without saying anything he pulled her into his room and closed the door, then proceeded to light a candle.

Eliza blushed when she saw him, his shirt undone and his hair messy instead of neat for a change.

"What are you doing here at this hour!? In a mans room no less!?" he hissed at her.

Eliza looked down "I…wanted to see you before I had to leave…"

She had begun to regret it when she noticed Gilbert hadn't said anything so she reluctantly looked up to see his face.

She saw him, his face was red and his eyes were wide.

"Why?" he finally uttered stepping closer to her, she didn't step back.

"I…." she stuttered blushing and staring at the ground, she noticed he had become much closer.

Looking up once more "I lo-" his lips interrupted her he kissed her and it felt right but wrong at the same time he was about to part from her lips when she responded to his kiss with equal passion.

When their lips finally parted "I love you" she told him.

Gilberts mind re entered reality and he had realized the wrong he had just done. He was not allowed to love her back. "I love-"Gilbert began "as a child of god" he told her stepping away from her.

The look of hurt in Eliza's eyes broke his heart a million times. Tears pooled her eyes and she felt humiliated and honestly a bit angry.

She spun on her heel ready to run out the door, but Gilbert grabbed her arm "Wait" he told her gently.

Eliza aggressively swatted his arm away "Stop that!" she hissed "God is watching" and exited his room.

He didn't know what to think…he didn't understand what was going on with him. He opened the door and went to the hall and he saw her turning the corner "Eliza" he whispered.

The woman stopped and looked at him.

It wasn't Elizabeta…

Natalia looked at Gilbert in disbelief and ran away.

Gilbert ran his fingers through his hair frustrated and went back to bed, he had no idea why though there was no way he was sleeping that night.

Elizabeta heard the chimes of the bells which was her cue to go to the laundry room. She quickly dashed to the laundry room, lit a candle, and peered through the hole on the wall.

"Is he ready?" she whispered.

The man in the cell which was Sadiq, then he asked the man on the cell next to his and so on until the message reached Roderich, Eliza was ready with quill and ink.

"My beloved reader…" began Roderich.

With difficulty the men managed to get the message through to Eliza who excitedly wrote the words down.

"Prepare yourself for the most impure tale…"

Every word Roderich whispered excited each one of the mad men, Sadiq being the first to be excited "Naked…Naked" he'd constantly whispered to Eliza, secretly picking at the wooden opening that separated him from her.

"Yes I got that!" she snapped at him "What's next?"

Unfortunately Eliza had set too much faith on the mad men in the asylum

"He took a poker from the fire" whispered Roderich.

The word "fire" reached an inmate that had a fascination with fire.

"Fire" he said he looked over at the candle that lit the room next to him; he reached over and got a hold of a candle. His chest filling with joy as he threw it on his bed and he shouted "FIRE!" with glee as he saw his bed burn.

Roderich heard the word "fire" and panicked becoming worried for Eliza's life.

Guards had come holding torches and unlocked most of the doors and quickly put out the first fire but foolishly handed his torch to the pyromaniac who then proceeded to set fire to more things.

Around that time, Francis had just arrived at the asylum.

He heard commotion and yelling, but he thought nothing of it since it was an asylum after all.

He headed to an office, where the man presently in charged served him some wine, his trip there had calmed him down and he accepted the wine.

"I'm here to discuss some new methods of torture for your inmates, Roderich Edelstein in particular" is how he began his conversation.

Eliza heard the commotion and peeked out the laundry room door to see everyone running amuck, frightened and glad that nobody had noticed her she went back to the laundry room unable to fathom what was happening just outside.

She turned, the small wooden door had been smashed threw "Sadiq?" she called out, it being his room on the other side. She looked around the room, only to find him staring down at her and smiling.

"Sadiq…remember your manners." She said nervously.

Sadiq hadn't heard her, finally he was able to have his way with her, he grabbed her aggressively.

She screamed loudly for help.

With all the commotion outside nobody heard her, except for Roderich. He was still locked in his cell and the echo went to him.

"Eliza?" he whispered "ELIZA!"

He ran to the door yelling "ELIZA!" The inmates that were by him had become mad to the fullest and repeated the name thinking it was the next line to the story or something.

"ELIZA!" they all screamed.

Gilbert who had been asleep, holding his bible woke up to the sound of his loves name, then he heard screaming, then he smelled smoke.

"Eliza?" he said getting up and running out only to wonder if he was dreaming because he was sure he had walked right into hell.

At this point, Francis and the night administrator had gone out to investigate only to be shocked as well.

He heard the inmates yell the girl's name.

"I believe that is the name of the girl that distracts our dear pastor so much…." He said to himself and walked on.

Gilbert sprinted everywhere, all through out the asylum shouting the girls name unable to find her.

Francis on the other hand wound up walking by the laundry room where he heard screaming, the door was slightly open so he peeked inside. He saw Sadiq holding a pair of scissors to the girls neck although it was clear she had been fighting back well but at the moment she was losing.

He simply smirked and closed the door and proceeded to walk down the hall trying to help the workers of the asylum.

Gilbert had an idea "Roderich!" he said "He might know!"

He ran as fast as he could to his cell only yelling"Eliza! Eliza! Where is she!?"

Roderich was just as apprehensive "Laundry room! Hurry!"

Roderich didn't know what was happening, the commotion had died down but he feared the worst when Eliza had stopped screaming for help.

Gilbert kicked the door to the laundry door open "Eliza!" he yelled.

The room was empty…he felt his heart sink when he glanced at the table linens and saw them covered in blood some scissors abandoned on the floor.

Eliza's mother has entered the laundry room. "Have you found her?" he asked him.

He wasn't able to speak when he saw Sadiq with a guilty look on his face as he approached him.

"What did you do!?" hissed Gilbert at him "WHERE`S ELIZA!?" he demanded.

Sadiq looked frightened and simply said "I'm sorry! I'll never do it again" he stammered and ran out of the room.

Gilbert looked all over the room, Where was Eliza?

"Oh my god!" cried her mother

Gilbert turned fearing the worst, he saw her mother turning the acidic liquids that was meant to bleach the linens.

"No…" Gilbert whispered tears threatening his eyes and his chest breaking apart.

"NO!" he ran to the pool of water and pulled out Elizabeta's body out of the chemically poisonous liquid.

"No…No…No" cried Gilbert hugging her lifeless body and planting a kiss on her head.

The mother too cried and did her best to approach them.

Gilbert pulled her out completely, he was too late.

What he didn't understand why she had come to the laundry room instead of going to her own bed, and then he saw it…he saw why. Scattered on the floor were sheets of paper with erotic sentences that could only have been thought of than Roderich Edelstein.

"It's that aristocrats fault" he cried. Hugging Eliza tighter.