Ryan lay in his cell. He could not remember the last time he had a day without torture. That girl, Charly. She was incredible, not flinching or crying out even when they had broken her leg. She was something else.

Michael agreed, talking big about her in the cell next to him. The other patients had been impressed also, asking questions, almost in disbelief.

He had never seen Dr Jameson react the way she did with her. She was as unstable as all of them, if not more but she always kept her composure. Charly changed that in her during that session, Dr Jameson was certain that she would choose Ryan, she wasn't happy when she was proved wrong.

There was a cautiousness amongst the doctors and her. He watched Dr Kirkland and Dr Williams when she was torturing Charly a quizzical look on their features. As though they knew something they didn't.

This place sickened him. He thought the outside world was broken, the crime, the whores but this place was completely different. He had to get out of here, and he would take that girl with him. God knows how long she had been in here. Some of the other patients as well, they didn't deserve this treatment. Michael however, his disdain for that man grew each day.

Michael was a cannibal; he had a history of killing young women and children and eating them. Murder, rape, cannibalism, he had it all on his record. He had played the insanity card, and who would go against it without having to admit a sane man could be responsible for such heinous crimes.

Ryan's crimes, he had killed people, he wasn't innocent. His mother was a prostitute, she had allowed many people to harm him and his younger sister growing up. Crimes that his sister unfortunately succumbed too. His revenge was to kill her and others in her charge. The ones that enjoyed it, just as the doctors here had. He had rape on his record, something he wasn't proud of, but he wanted to teach her a lesson, she had been harming him much of his life, touching him without permission. He wanted to return the favour.

He wasn't proud of his life, it had brought him to Borinwood Asylum, perhaps there was a reason, perhaps this girl was his reason. If he saved this girl, could he seek redemption? She had been on mind constantly since the first session they had together, a growing possessiveness for her. To talk to her, to touch her. At the next session he would try to communicate with her once again.