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Chapter 2

Eva picked up her boxes from the enterance to the facility and began unpacking her items in her new office. It was certainly a change from her previous job. She had been a consultant psychiatrist at a female correction facility in the psychiatric unit. Eva had dealt mainly with schizophrenics, who had the delusions that they were commiting crimes because of a fictitious figure in their life that talked to them. Such as the woman who believe the Virgin Mary told her to steal from church every week. She felt that Briarcliff would certainly be a more challenging change of scenery, but welcomed it.

Eva neatly arranged her desk, lining up the pens by her note book in the middle of the desk, adding a potted plant and a photo frame though it didn't contain a photo. She looked across to see Thredson watching her. His eyes looked hypnotic as if in a trace following her every gesture. She looked back down continueing to unpack her items occasionally glancing up to see if he was still watching her. He was.

"Can I help you Dr Thredson?" She broke his trance, the expression of a deer in headlights shot across his face.

"Sorry. I was lost in my own world for a second there. Would you care to accompany me on a tour of the facility."

"Yes thank you." She replied with a quick smile. He gestured her to the door.

As they wondered through the eerie corridors of Briarcliff the physicians engaged in polite small talk.

"So how long have you been at Briarcliff?" She asked as he opened the door into the bakery.

"A few weeks now. I was assigned to the bloody face murder case."

"Wow." Eva exclaimed. "I would have killed to have been on that case. No pun intend of course."

Thredson laughed in response. "Of course. But, may I ask why bloody face?"

"Why not? One of the most prolific serial killers in the past decade who skins his victims and removes their heads. It's fascinating don't you think?"

"Yes very much so. But isn't it rather macabre for someone of your position?" He said as he walked her through the solitary confinement block.

"You mean because i am a woman."

He stopped and turned to look her in the eyes. "Yes."

She laughed "Men honestly." She began to walk on ahead.

"Do remember Miss Sparrow you are in an insanitarium now, where all manner of dark and twisted minds exist."

"It's Dr Sparrow and what gives you the impression I cannot take care of myself or have the achademic ability to treat these people?"

"When a pretty girl walks into a hellhole asylum like this in a bright yellow dress one can only be lead to believe... She is out of her depth."

"You underestimate me doctor Thredson."

He strode up to her coming so close she could smell the brandy and cigarettes on his breath.

"You're a fish out of water Sparrow, gasping for life, it won't end well, trust me." He whispered coldly in a threatening tone. He turned on his heel and headed for the door.

"We'll see Thredson. Thanks for tour by the way. " Eva replied with a false smile and a hint of sarcasm.