Kit grunted, his hips thrusting forward against the leather restraints that held his body obedient. His eyes squeezed shut in frustration and exhaustion, his breath heaving.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

The sound of shoes clicking against the harsh floor. Kit was sure it’d be Dr. Arden, prodding at his throat with sharp objects again and again.

However, he was slightly thrown as he saw you. A nun— a new one. You had been admitted from across country, and today was your first day at briarcliff.

“Sista’, I didn’t kill anybody.” Kit whimpered out pathetically, his nose slightly red as his fists gripped.