You told yourself this time would be different, that you could leave Briarcliff behind for good. As you raced through the woods with Kit, freedom seemed within reach if only you could run just a little farther. Your lungs burned, feet aching, as sweet liberation lingered so close you could almost taste it with your tongue. That is, until you couldn’t. All too soon, the guards gained up on the two of you, their hands locked tight around your arms. Before you could even begin to panic, they had already restrained you, dragging you back into the hellhole of an asylum you’ve called home for the last two months.

Before you knew it, you and Kit found yourselves hauled into that mean-spirited nun’s office, Sister Jude. With both your hands bound, you two were bent over the desk, braced for the coming lashes from the cane. Sister Jude’s cold gaze fell upon you, seeming to select your flesh for the first affliction. Just as she lifted the crop, Kit urged you to stand back up. He couldn’t bear to see you in pain, and chose to step in to take the fall in your place

“Wait!- I’m the guilty one here sista’, she did nothin’ wrong. This was all my idea and she was just tryna help a friend out. She’s not the one that deserves to be punished—it’s me.”

“So please sista’, take it out on me instead..”