Well everyone, this is the part where I rated this story M. You can turn back now if you want. I'm not stopping you. But if you guys can take it, hugs from me and a mug of tea to sooth your soul. The song can summed up what all of us are thinking about this...chapter. So, prepare to suck our guts and find our happy places because here it comes!

Chapter 4

He's

Drilling through

The spiritus sanctus

Tonight

Through

The dark hip falls

Screaming

Oh you mambos

Kill me

And

Kill me

Ratchet stayed up all night to research about Alex's condition.

Apparently, he suffered from personality disorder which caused him to switch back and forth between himself and the puppet. He concluded that Scarface manifests Alex's negative emotions like hatred and anger. This resulted in the grey dragon difficult to express his anger out of his body. Drugs and herbs would do no good for him as it will make the condition worse. At the same time, he is worried about his other patient, Arcee.

" I told you Ratchet," Arcee sighed. " I'm fine. Just let me speak to Optimus about doubling my patrol and combat. I can take the heat." The medic shook his head in disapproval. " I can't allow it," he told her, voice hinted with finality. " The more you push yourself, the more pain you will feel. More than - you know…"

Arcee knew her medic didn't want to mention both of her partners's names. She was grateful for that. But pain hit her chest, she was lonely despite having the clan and team with her. In fact, her relationship with Cliffjumper and Tailgate were almost close to become mates. But now that they are gone…she had no one to share some personal thoughts or exchange a hit or two. Not that she minded the others but…

Get a hold of yourself! she scolded herself. The best way is to have a walk outside of the clan.

Meanwhile at Therm Asylum, Alex couldn't help but think back about his two previous visitors. He thought of the bigger one, Optimus with his majestic frame, kind eyes which saw him as someone rather than nothing. He also regarded him with a smile if he recalled. And the medic, Ratchet was it? He was nicer than any of the so called 'medics' who tried to cure him here. He thought about the two visitors while walking into the rec room to join other patients before their therapy sessions.

Everywhere he went, whispers were heard among them. Some gazed at the grey drake with hostility. Ironically, they were very friendly with Scarface, despite him being a doll. Sitting all by himself, he ate his portion of three weeks old corn bread and some water. Not the best meals but he was used to it ever since he came into the facility. How long was that? His memories of his past were fragmented. Only he remembered the eyes of Scarface looking down at him, taking him under his wing to become strong.

Speaking of Scarface, he had placed the doll on the table as he ate. The doll's mouth wasn't moving, indicating that he is having some deep thoughts. Suddenly, someone snatched his last piece of corn bread. It was a rusty red dragon with a hole in his neck. He gobbled Alex's portion, saliva dribbling out the corner of his mouth. Alex watched him, his stomach rumbling for more.

" B-but," he stammered. " T-that's mine…" But the dragon slapped him. Alex was dazed by the hit, unsure what to do. He looked over at Scarface, eyes begging him for help. The doll did nothing. Alex would have to face this problem on his own.

" H-hey!" he called out shakily. " You should've asked me first!" But the red dragon, who was chatting with his group laughed at him. " Aww, he's trying to fight back," one of them laughed. " Come on, let's show him how it's really done." So more dragons started to gang up on him. Alex tried his best to fight back but he was too weak due to being malnourished. The dragons pinned him down.

" Scarface," he mouthed the words to his doll. " Help me…help me please!" But nothing came from the wooden doll. All he could do was watch the grey dragon getting beaten from the table. He felt something cold…something gooey being rubbed under his tail, where his private area was located.

" W-what are doing?" he whimpered, feeling the cool gel being rubbed on him. The dragon from behind chuckled darkly. " The boss's orders," he replied. " Said he wanted you to have balls if we're getting out of here. Don't worry! Relax~ It's part of the training."

Now, the boss among them was Scarface. Yes, it was difficult or even illogical to understand how could a deranged wooden doll can be the Don of all the other inmates. Anyways, Alex felt something sharp inserted in him. He yelped in pain. " S-stop it!" he begged. " It h-hurts!" But his pleads made the dragon pumped faster. " Scarface said you need to be a top dog. Seems like you're just a bitch. A bitch to be fucked."

Others snickered, some even jerked themselves just by watching the scene before them. Alex wanted to smash his skull. He wanted this to be over. Then, he felt the sharp thing being pulled out of him and was replaced by something thicker, more painful for him to bear. He screamed for help. For Scarface. Anyone.

They all laughed at him.

He continued to scream, groan, struggle out of this mess. He was angry at Scarface, angry at himself for being too weak or naive in situations like this. Dehydrated, he wanted water if he wants to cry for help. But another dragon in front of him knocks him on the head to shut him up. Whimpering, he eyed what was in front of him. Something he shouldn't be doing but it was forced to into his mouth. He gagged at the scent, he wanted to die. The dragon in front of him thrusted the piece into him before Alex could protest.

It went on for God knows how long. But when Alex has had enough, he clamped down on the thick length in his mouth, screams and gasps were heard around him. He spitted out the remains of what he had bitten, eyes now full of hurt and rage. " ENOUGH!" he yelled, as he kicked the dragon behind him. Now the rec room became a fighting cage for Alex. He's not the strongest nor the most cunning but he tried to fight his way to get Scarface and escape from this hellhole.

Then, the room was interrupted by orderlies who broke the riot, seizing Alex roughly by both sides, despite how much Alex begs for Scarface. " I NEED HIM!" he screamed. " WHERE IS SCARFACE?! PLEASE LET ME SEE HIM! LET ME -"

He knew, with eyes droopy that he was sedated. He had went through different drugs and chemicals the orderlies used to calm him. He tried to fight it, he wants to find Scarface and escape. He can't think…he can't eat…Scarface was all that matters. Throwing the grey dragon in a room made for solitary confinement, restrained at both muzzle and body by chains, Alex breathed heavily from the event that unfolded today. He felt dirty, defiled, humiliated in front of many including Scarface. The was no way out. People would be considered insane if they helped him. In his heart, he knew help would not come for him. Would not come for them. Soon, Alex cried himself to sleep.

I feel lightheaded when writing this. Maybe it's this part or it could be my low blood pressure. But we'll see what happens in the next chapter. Honestly, I don't know anyone who is so attached to their toys. Are you? Will that consider you insane? To be locked up? Who knows. I hope we some something nice in the next chapter.

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