A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating in a while. I've been doing exams and tests for the past few weeks and I've been really stressed out. Anyway here's the next chapter.

Warning! This chapter got a bit dark and gruesome than I expected. It's not graphic (Well I don't think It is), But it involves torture of sorts. If you do not wish to or you do not feel as if you can read this, do not continue on. Otherwise enjoy, and I promise this will be the only chapter like this. Well, with any luck. Enjoy, reviews are loved.

Insanity

When the world goes mad, one must accept madness as sanity; since sanity is, in the last analysis, nothing but the madness on which the whole world happens to agree. But we do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution. Some are born mad. Some remain so.

Sarah pulled Alice closer to her as the car started to move alongside the road. The wet gravel spitting up droplets of water, leaving a spray of fine mist left behind the car to disappear into the stormy night. Thunder erupted from the sky; Alice flinched in fear gripping Sarah tighter.

After a few minutes, Sarah had finally agreed to let Sam take her home. Though something was different now, he didn't seem the same as he had when she first met him. Another crack of thunder roared through the endless sky. Sam's face lit by a flash of lightning as he drove the Impala. His eyes no longer belonged to the kind and gentle man she had met only an hour ago. They were host to something else. She looked at his hands as they gripped the steering wheel. His knuckles were pale white as if he'd been gripping the wheel with all his strength. The rain outside pelted heavily onto the window, you could hardly see outside.

Alice flinched as a bright flash of lightning filled the air. "It's okay, I'm here," Sarah tried to calm down Alice, she was shivering, the car was extremely cold.

"Do you mind if you turn on the heating?" Sarah asked Sam, who didn't even look at her.

"Doesn't work," his voice was icy as the car itself.

Sarah adjusted Alice in her arms so she could remove her jacket. Placing it on Alice, she began to close her eyes and began sleeping in her lap. She turned to Sam.

"How much further? We should have been there by now, my house is only on the other side of town," she was beginning to get worried. "Are you sure you know where you are?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure where I am. Very sure," his voice was as loud and frightening as the thunder outside.

The engine began to rattle as the car started to slow down, finally coming to a halt. Sarah strained to look out the window; she could just make out the shape of her house .

"Are we there yet?" Alice said rubbing her eyes, her head popping out from under the jacket.

"I don't know," she looked at Sam who was still staring out into the distance."Sam, are we there?"

"Yes," he replied vaguely.

"Great," she paused for a second. "Umm, I know this may seem like a lot to ask. But do you mind staying with us for the night? I understand if you don't want to. I just don't want to stay the night alone after what I've seen," which was true. She was scared, and more so of the man in front of her. But she felt safer with someone then being by herself with Alice.

Sam's body seemed to loosen quickly, too quickly for her own liking. "I would love to, you go inside. I'll be with you in a minute; I need to get some stuff out of the trunk."

"Okay," she said uneasily. She quickly opened the door to the Impala to be flooded with rain, the water drenching her entire body in seconds. Swiftly she picked up Alice in her arms with the jacket still covering her and ran to the front door of her house.

Fumbling around in her pockets she pulled out her keys and opened the door, her shoes leaving wet footprints upon the oak floorboards. She carefully placed Alice on the couch in the living room, placing a blanket on her from the clean laundry pile she often kept in the living room to sort out later.

She left the room quietly in hope that she would go to sleep. Sarah tried to turn on the hallway light, but the storm must have short circuited the fuse box. There was nothing she could do about it now, she would just have to deal with it in the morning.

She heard the front door close as Sam came in with a duffle bag. Sam appeared from around the corner which lead to the front door and stood in the middle of the hall. The dark void behind him seemed to swallow up everything in sight. Water dripped off his body from all over.

"You can stay in the spare bedroom, It's just across from the bathroom down the hall," she struggled to get out.

He didn't say a thing, he just walked past her. A large puddle of water lay where he had been standing. It was too late to get the mop, and she would probably slip in the dark. Pulling herself together she softly tip-toed back to the living room were Alice slept.

Alice was sleeping soundly on the couch, her head resting gently on the armrest. Slipping on the other end of the couch, Sarah hopped in under the blanket and fell asleep.

- - - - -

A shadow loomed over Sarah as she slept. Sam watched her chest rise and fall as her breathe escaped her lungs. Her perfectly curved body there at his disposal. Slowly he pulled out a syringe from his duffle bag and stabbed the needle into her arm, injecting her with painkillers. Hunger filled Sam's eyes, the voice speaking to him, telling him what to do. He must obey his master. He must. Pulling the syringe out of her arm she began to toss and turn on the couch. Alice began to stir also. Sam pulled out another syringe and injected her with it. A few minutes later the two of them began to calm down. The heavy dose of painkillers was working its magic.

Pulling Sarah out off the couch, Sam swung her over his shoulder to the spare room. He had stripped the matrass off to leave behind the wire frame, bits of metal poked out on dangerous angles. Lifting her off his shoulders, Sam placed Sarah on the frame spreading her arms and legs to the four posts. Grabbing a pair of handcuffs from his duffle bag he cuffed her hands to the bed. She began to stir groggily; Sam pulled out two strips of long cloth and tied her feet to each post. The circulation in her feet was slowing down.

Sarah tried to move but couldn't. Her feet and arms bound to the bed, metal protruded her back drawing blood. "Wh-where am I?" her eyes were fully open now. She looked at Sam who was staring down at her, his eyes were no longer dark, they were grey. "What are you doing? Let me go!" the metal in her back began to bury its way further into her skin.

"Ssh, It's okay. Everything is going to be alright," he put a finger up to his mouth in a quiet gesture, while his other hand was placed on the end of the bed.

Her feet were begging to feel numb. "Let me go, please," she began to cry.

"No," he replied darkly. "You see, I can't do that."

He pulled out a kitchen knife from his duffle bag as he slowly made his way around to her face. Sam placed the knife tip up against her face, digging the sharp point into her skin. Her eyes full of fear, and he loved it.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this to someone." He slashed a shallow cut into her face from the corner of her eye to the bottom of her lip. She tried to scream but he placed his free hand over her mouth.

"Now, now. We can't have that now can we?" Sam placed the knife to her throat, tormenting her as she cringed in agony.

Pulling together her strength, she bit down hard on his hand that was clenched in her mouth. Sam tried to pull it out but she had too good a grip.

"You bitch! Let go!" Sam slapped her face hard from where he had cut her. She let him go in of her grasp.

"You son of a bitch! You lay one more finger on me and I'll bite it off," she screamed.

Sam examined his fingers where she had bitten him. "Oh, so you plan on biting it off now? Well I might have something to say about that."

In one quick movement Sam pulled the knife to her left hand and pushed the sharp blade into her thumb. Digging deep into the skin. She began to scream louder.

"Get off! Oh my god! Please stop!"

"This should teach you to threaten me you little bitch." Using his other hand, Sam pushed the blade further into her thumb passing the bone and at last through to the other side. Her thumb dropped to the floor as a steady stream of blood poured out from where her thumb had been. Then she fell unconscious. The last sound she heard was the fluttering of wings and the voice of a child.