She felt disappointed when she was taken into the treatment room the next day. Ryan wasn't there. Instead, the other patient, the older, much bigger patient was sat in front of her. Perhaps they had changed their seating plan, perhaps he would be coming in later. Or maybe they had changed the groups, would she have the chance to see him again? It saddened her that she may not get to see Ryan again, she had dreamed about him last night, it was all very new to her, these feelings she felt. She hadn't even spoken to the man properly, but she didn't think that mattered, he was very attractive, it gave her something to fantasize about, other than her escape from the asylum.

She knew he wouldn't be joining him when the two doctors entered the room, a new nurse standing in the corner, cautiously watching between herself and the patient opposite her. His name was Michael from what she could hear the doctors muttering about.

'Now, yesterday's session did not go as expected. I do not expect it to happen again today.' Dr. Kirkland gave a stern glance in Charly's direction. A cautious whimper came from the nurse behind her.

'Of course, doctor, we wouldn't dream of it.' Michael spoke in a very respectful way to the doctors. Smiling sweetly at them with yellowing teeth before giving a perverted smile her way. The very look repulsed her, her body shivering unconsciously at his stare.

She remembered how Dr. Kirkland shouted at her the previous day, his words echoing in her head, so she remained emotionless. Not showing her disgust or fear of what the session would bring. Instead taking herself away to her own world, imagining what the world may be like outside of these walls, perhaps she and Ryan would run away together, her thoughts of him, her feelings for him were growing by the second, almost obsessively.

'Charly!' she was brought out of her thoughts by Dr Kirkland. Everyone in the room was looking at her. She had zoned out again, staring out vacantly, she knew it infuriated Dr Kirkland when she didn't respond to him. She could see Michael smiling amusingly in front of her, her dislike of that man was growing.

The nurse had brought the weapons box over to them. There were new ones mixed into the old ones. The nurse handed out a long whip with metal endings, they pointed outwards. She mentally prepared herself for the pain in which that would bring.

'We should start with yours. After all, she played a part in Ryan's outburst yesterday. We all saw the footage.' Dr Williams, Michael's assigned doctor appeared to enjoy his statement. A smug look towards Dr Kirkland as he motioned towards her.

'After all, I am still waiting to see how 'special' this girl is.' Another smug look he threw in his direction. There was a snort from Michael in front of her. Grinning at the sentence.

It came quickly. The torture. Dr Williams whipped at her skin, tearing through her flesh, blood pouring from her wounds and onto the cold floor. It hurt. Each time the whip contacted her skin the metal would wrap themselves around her limbs, the worst was when it wrapped around her small neck. Even so, she remained emotionless. Taking herself away into her own world, imagining herself on the grass verge of a field away from there, the feeling of the grass against her skin, she could only imagine, lying beside Ryan as she enjoyed their freedom. She felt every whip against her skin, but remained stoic, each drop of blood just another day in her life.

Dr Williams soon tired. Giving the now blood-soaked whip to the nurse beside him before taking a seat, panting as he did so. 'Incredible. Not a sound, she didn't even flinch! I was sure after yesterday you were all talk Kirkland.'

Dr Kirkland stood behind Charly, brushing a blonde hair from her face, careful not to get any of her blood on his uniform. She smiled proudly, 'Like I said, yesterday won't happen again. I am sure Dr Matthews will agree, after all, Ryan got quite the punishment for it. Charly won't respond to him again, will you?'

Charly looked between the nurse and Dr Williams before back towards Michael, a hungry look in his eyes. She shook her head, no. Though her fear was rising, she wouldn't know how to react if she saw him again. She wanted to react to him.

'You see, just a fluke. That's what these group sessions are all about, to gain the reactions of the patients to one another. Charly will not react to him when he re-joins tomorrow. You will see.' He tapped her on her head before motioning back to the nurse. There session was over for the day, tomorrow she would see Ryan again, she would look forward to it. They took her first before transporting Michael back to his cell.

Michael was a large man, towering over the other patients, needing four to transport him each time, his violent outbursts had put many into hospital previously. Even with the distance between the treatment room and his cell being a few steps, he was formidable.

His cell was beside Ryan's. After another session without injury, he was becoming quite gleeful in the cells. 'Another session, torture free! I reckon the doctors must be quite fond of me!' he laughed arrogantly, no response from the other prisoners in their cells.

He took a seat clumsily upon the stone floor, sitting close to the bars between his cell and Ryan's. Ryan sat in the innermost corner of his cells, unmoving, still recovering from his beating the night before. The darkness of the room made him almost invisible within the shadows of the cell wall.

'That girls something else you know. They whipped her bloody! You know she didn't even move a muscle, something else I tell ya.' He was talking to Ryan now who remained motionless.

'I wouldn't mind me a bit of that. I bet she tastes good.' He laughed again, licking his yellowing teeth as he pressed his forehead against their joining cell wall. 'If you get free again, maybe we could take turns on her, want to join forces?' he laughed again, gaining a sickened noise from the woman in the cell across from him.

Ryan shifted; a cold glare sent back at Michael in front of him. Michael tutted in response, sitting back against his cell wall, laughing arrogantly once again. 'I'll keep her for myself then, suit yourself.' He continued to laugh; the cold glare unrelenting from Ryan as he shifted once more within his shadows. Watching the large man in front of him, if only the cell bars weren't there, what hell he would unleash on him if he could.