A sharp pain originating from Lily's head coursed through her body. That, along with the sounds of screams and wails, immediately made the young lady's eyes open. Her vision was blurry, but she could tell she was in a room.

As Lily struggled to regain her sight, she discovered that she was laying on her side. She couldn't sit up. She couldn't even move. When she tried to speak, nothing came out but a muffled sound. She looked at herself and saw that she was in a straightjacket. Her eyes widened, and she struggled, yelling through the cloth in her mouth. She stopped when she heard footsteps approaching. A man said, "This is she. This is Lillith Athelward, the one they brought in last night. She screamed something about an evil angel and shot a policeman. Her fiance had her sent here."

Hearing this, Lily struggled more and cried out, desperately. Another man said, "Such a shame that one of the noblest families in England have the burden of a madwoman in their bloodline. What a tragedy."

Lily screamed and put all of her strength into trying to free herself, to no avail. She finally gave up and started crying. She wasn't insane; she didn't belong here. How could Walter be so evil? Was she really that bad of a fiancee, or did he have actual motives?

The door to the room opened, and two men roughly dragged her down a hall. One of them said, "Lillith Athelward. Time of death: 19:30."

Lily screamed through the gag, terrified. A door opened to a crowded room filled with other women who were chained to the walls. Two men took her straightjacket off and shackled her. As soon as they took the gag out, she screamed, "Let me out! This is all a mistake! I'm not crazy!"

Her cries were not heard, as the men who brought her in left.

Lily looked around in horror. There were dozens of women in the room, cramped together, barely able to move. Most of them wore clothes that were ragged. They wailed and screamed and cried. The room smelled terrible; feces and urine were everywhere on the floor. Who knows how long those women had been there.

Their cries of agony and suffering filled Lily's ears and pierced her heart. The thought of going through life trapped in a cage, malnourished, ill, degraded, and forgotten brought tears to her eyes. She didn't want to stay in that awful place. "SEBASTIAN!" she screamed, louder than any of the voices in the room. "SEBASTIAN, SAVE ME! I NEED YOU!"

Lily stopped screaming. She needed to have faith that her butler would come for her. Then she remembered that she didn't know where he was, but the police must have taken him to jail.

Before another thought could enter her mind, there was a loud boom from another part of the building. Gunshots sounded off, and all of the women except Lily looked at the cell door. Their screams became terrified ones, and mens' screams harmonized with theirs. There were crashes and bangs all throughout the asylum. Then, there was silence save for the noises the inmates made.

The door to the cell opened, and Sebastian casually walked in, his clothes torn and bloody. Seeing him, Lily cried, "Sebastian! Sebastian!" She burst into tears. The butler freed her, and she threw her arms around him.

Hugging Lily to comfort her, Sebastian said, "It is alright, my lady. You are free now. Let us go."

Lily looked around the room. "No. We can't leave these women here. I refuse to go as long as they are still in this asylum."

Sebastian frowned. "Mistress, that is unwise. You are not responsible for-"

"Sebastian, this is an order: free them and take them to safe places."

The butler sighed and did as Lily commanded. When there were no more of them in the asylum, Sebastian came back for the last time. He bowed. "It is done, my lady."

"Thank you, Sebastian. It would have weighed on my conscience to abandon those poor women."

"You are truly a benevolent human, mistress," Sebastian said, almost emotionlessly. He picked her up, carried her out of the room, and walked down a hall. Looking down, Lily saw bloody dead bodies and overturned furniture. There was a huge hole in the wall leading to the outside. Sebastian jumped out of the hole; it was high up, but he leaped with grace and ease. Lily held tight to him and buried her face in his chest.

"Mistress, would you like to go back to the manor? You are quite disheveled."

"No. I want to see Walter. I need to confront him before I do anything else."

"Yes, my lady."