American Horror Story: Asylum
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Chapter 8
Soon, morning had arrived for Lana as she had the orderlies banging against the bars to awaken the captives inside of them. As Lana stepped out, she saw the... witch, that ripped her away from her companion Wendy, approaching her slowly.
"It's a room search, Miss Winters. It is intended to keep our patients' rooms fresh," she explained as a guard brought forth a crumbling half loaf of bread that Pepper was holding. "Oh, Pepper," Jude asked with a saccharine sweetness in her voice, "You remember why we aren't to have food in the cells."
"Rats!" Pepper yelped knowingly.
"Correct," Sister Jude replied.
"Hey, sister!" Shelley called out from by her cell. "I have a cucumber in my room; three guesses to what I used it for."
"Stifle yourself, Shelley," Sister Jude grumbled as she rolled her eyes in disgust as the nymphomaniac. "I'll discuss matters with you in a moment." Jude then proceeded to enter Lana's cell room, finding written news clippings.
"So you've found it, huh?" Lana inquired.
"Who would you like to use your call for? The American Civil Lesbians Union?" Jude remarked almost mockingly.
"I came here for a scoop, and believe me, I have one now," Lana retorted.
"Oh, I am aware of your publishing history, Lana; it's just a shame your ambition outweighs your talent," Jude informed Lana as she walked away with the written findings.
"I don't need them after all," Lana said firmly. "I have an excellent memory!"
"Oh?" Sister Jude spoke sardonically. "We shall see about that."
Soon enough, Sister Jude stoically entered Dr. Arden's lab.
"Ah, Sister Jude," he greeted. "What may I help you with this morning?"
"I require your assistance regarding our newest patient," Jude stated.
"The sapphic reporter, I see," he replied. "I wagered she was giving you fits."
"It is my belief that her memories are her worst enemy. I understand you have the methods to cure her ills. Perhaps shock therapy?"
"Why, this is quite the turnabout, Sister. When I last suggested shock therapy, I recall you accusing me of being a sadistic barbarian," Arden stated.
"Believe me, I think about it often, but even I have come to realize that it is ultimately tools to the means."
Moments later, Lana was brought into the shock therapy room, struggling and screaming in distress.
"Let me go! This deranged woman's a kidnapper! My wife needs to know that she is making a huge mistake. I'll do anything, just don't do this!" she sobbed and begged.
"You're right, she is a noisy one," Arden remarked coldly as Lana was restrained. "This is delicate work, Sister Jude. You're not squeamish, are you?"
Silently, Jude glared at Arden before placing the prods around Lana's temples as the first dosage of jolts were about to be administered. The mouth guard was placed around Lana's teeth as the jolts were put forth, the reporter convulsing as she whimpered weakly.
The previous night, Wendy's thoughts were reeling as she already made her mind up that she would find a way to get Lana out of Briarcliff, her agreement with Sister Jude be damned, when the shadowy figure of Bloody Face lurked, ready to strike with a swish of his knife, ending the poor teacher's life in a tragic circumstance.
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