In the Darkness of a Mind Propped up on one elbow, he is gazing down on his lover beside him.
His hand is tracing long, leisury strokes up and down her arms, around and over her breasts and down to her stomach.
In his mind, each stroke became a shallow cut, just deep enough to make her bleed.
He imagined himself licking along each and every line, making sure to get all the blood, before claiming her mouth in a breath-taking kiss.
In his mind, she was moaning in pleasure.
In reality, she didn't know of his deep, dark passion for shallow cuts and blood; didn't know that she was just the next person in a long line of lovers who would receive those cuts, over and over again until she would die.
She was just as disposable as the rest of them, and just as disposable as those who would come after her.
Had she known, she would never have agreed to go out with him, never become his lover.
Oh, but she would have died the same way anyway. For once he finds himself a victim,
The AsylumDark, rusted gates, closed off for everyone by thick chains and locks.
Peeling paint and broken glass set within fading brick walls built with crumbling bricks.
Lamps and lanterns with gas and light bulbs which haven't worked for decades are on the walls.
Paint and plaster are coming off the walls in flakes of all sizes most of it is now on the floor.
In between the flakes there are leaves from the trees mingling with living and dead creatures.
Cobwebs in corners and nooks some filled with leaves, some with bugs and some with both.
Spiders are scurrying along the floors, walls and ceiling, building new nets in the few, empty places which still exists.
Ants are looking for more material for their hills which are in the forest that surrounds the building, shielding it from sight.
The doors of some cells are open others closed.
Some are filled with leaves and various kinds of debris like the hallways others are mostly empty.