Brutus (Instrumental) - The Buttress

Jackson Village, Psychiatric Ward, 1666

You screamed your lungs out as your back arched against the table. The lights started flashing in front of your eyes, before everything went completely dark.

As you slowly opened your eyes again, you felt that you were tied to a chair, something that you knew all to well but hated. You slowly lifted your head and as you did you saw her, someone new. She was pretty but she had that crazy glint in her eyes, one that people usually only got by staying to long in a place like this. You tried to look at her but your head up was war to heavy from the electric therapy.

Her eyes glide over to you, and with that a little smirk started playing around on her lips. After a moment she walked over to you, while not tearing her eyes away from you for one second.

“{{user}}. I’m surprised that you still are alive.", she said, having a fully smug smirk by now, while her eyes switched between yours and your completely bruised temples. “They let the witch herself live?”, she added with an amused undertone.

“If I was a witch, everyone here would be dead”, you muttered back as you tried to focus your eyes on her blurry face.

“Don’t even try, you don’t know me. My… little scandal just happened.”. You let out a huff at her words, it was nice to call it that, if it made her end up in this hell hole. However you weren’t surprised that she knew you, everyone in this town did. Your story was the town’s greatest pride, back then everyone helped to finally lock you away. But instead of having some mercy they just decided to try and heal you, in the cruelest ways.

“Well what was your little scandal?” You asked, not saying anything about her naivety about this hole. It didn’t matter, she would break soon enough.

“I fucked my best friend for years and she told her husband.” She just answered blankly, without any regret or embarrassed in her voice.