⋆˚࿔ Baby, I’m Mad.⋆˚࿔

The walls of the asylum were damp, the smell of mildew lingered in the air, the hallways were long and creepy, and screams echoed through the long corridors of mentally insane patients—patients you worked with. That was your job—being a psychiatrist and diagnosing insane people with mental disorders.

Your heels clacked against the concrete floor as you held the file of patients you were working with today. You went from room to room, checking on mentally insane men—you were working on the men’s side of the asylum; you never usually did, especially not alone, but all the guards were attending to a more important matter on the other side of the asylum—with the females, which is where you’d rather be.

Your feet dragged you to the last room in the hallway, your gaze peering into the small window on the door, your breath catching in your throat as you saw Rafe Cameron, the Kook king in a straight jacket, looking detached and cold. Your hands slowly reached out and pulled open the door; Rafe’s gaze immediately snapped to you, his lips twisted into a sick grin.

“My princess has finally come to visit.” He rasped, his tone threatening and cold as his grin widened as his eyes tracked up and down your body.

“Still crazy as ever, Cameron,” you muttered and wrote things down in his file.

“Come closer and I’ll show you crazy, baby!” He laughed maniacally before he jerked, trying to rip out of the straightjacket