Post by vivianwolf on Mar 6, 2012 6:24:50 GMT
"CELL 6"
The numbers on the cell were a reality check for Vivian Wolf.
"This can not be happening, this isn't real." Vivian thought to herself as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force a different reality to appear behind her eyelids. Just as the soothing color of lavender began to flood her mind, an orderly shoved her frail body into the now open cell. She stumbled over the threshold and fell to the ground, cutting the palms of her hands and her knees. Crimson blood began to seep from the fresh wounds, and the orderly chuckled in amusement. It wasn't pleasure enough for him to have stripped and hosed down all the pride she had left in her, no, now he had to laugh at her pain. Vivian held back stinging tears, dragging herself up onto a poor excuse for a bed.
The orderly slammed the cell door shut, trying to install fear in Vivian. Unfazed, she wiped the blood on her white shift that she had been given as clothing. The thin fabric did nothing to keep her body heat, and being only 100 lbs didn't help the chill that seemed to lurk in the Asylum. Luckily Vivian's corset had not been taken from her, as she complained that without it her spine could not fully support her (which was a lie of course). The tight hug of the corset's boning, gave her some comfort. She'd been given it by her now deceased mother, when she was old enough to wear it, she spent years whittling her body and waist to fit it. It had almost been an obsession, a desire to please someone who had abandoned her in every way.
It were these obsessive tendencies that had lead to much more serious "problems" for Vivian. Problems that had bound her soul and wrists, and dragged her unwillingly to this hell hole.
"Would anyone here even understand me?" Vivian's thoughts echoed in her mind, floating out into the cell and ward, mocking her...
The numbers on the cell were a reality check for Vivian Wolf.
"This can not be happening, this isn't real." Vivian thought to herself as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force a different reality to appear behind her eyelids. Just as the soothing color of lavender began to flood her mind, an orderly shoved her frail body into the now open cell. She stumbled over the threshold and fell to the ground, cutting the palms of her hands and her knees. Crimson blood began to seep from the fresh wounds, and the orderly chuckled in amusement. It wasn't pleasure enough for him to have stripped and hosed down all the pride she had left in her, no, now he had to laugh at her pain. Vivian held back stinging tears, dragging herself up onto a poor excuse for a bed.
The orderly slammed the cell door shut, trying to install fear in Vivian. Unfazed, she wiped the blood on her white shift that she had been given as clothing. The thin fabric did nothing to keep her body heat, and being only 100 lbs didn't help the chill that seemed to lurk in the Asylum. Luckily Vivian's corset had not been taken from her, as she complained that without it her spine could not fully support her (which was a lie of course). The tight hug of the corset's boning, gave her some comfort. She'd been given it by her now deceased mother, when she was old enough to wear it, she spent years whittling her body and waist to fit it. It had almost been an obsession, a desire to please someone who had abandoned her in every way.
It were these obsessive tendencies that had lead to much more serious "problems" for Vivian. Problems that had bound her soul and wrists, and dragged her unwillingly to this hell hole.
"Would anyone here even understand me?" Vivian's thoughts echoed in her mind, floating out into the cell and ward, mocking her...