Shadow of the Asylum.

Bee ran as fast as she could, she had to make it of the asylum grounds where the thing chasing her would lose its power and she could get away. Bee looked a sight her yellow hair was damp and muddy and plastered to her face, her eye’s were wide and blood shot full of fear. Her nostrils were snorting trying to get enough air into her lungs to propel her body forwards, her heart beat in her chest like a jack hammer.

She would have been screaming or cursing or trying to suck more air in through her mouth, but a wide tight strip of grey rubber covered it from her chin to just below her nose. It covered every contour of her jaw it also showed the large ball jammed tightly in between her stretched lips. Bee’s teeth bit down heard on the rubber, but it would remain there as long as the muzzle was strapped behind her head.

In an ideal world Bee would have just reached behind her head and undid the straps then spat out the offensive rubber ball. But she wore a little white canvas accessory a partner for the muzzle that prevented any such action. Bee found the jacket interfered with her desperate bit for freedom, she was exerting almost as much effort fighting the jacket as running. The white jacket was a size or two to small for Bee, she wore a  red top. The red fabric could be seen peaking out below the waist of the jacket and at the back. There was a gap down the back of the jacket where the two halves had not met by about half an inch to an inch, however all the straps were as tight as they could possibly be. They dug in and tightly pinched the garment around Bee‘s body squeezing her uncomfortably and making it harder to breath.

Bee saw the exit thank fully it was a fire exit with a push bar and not a locked door. She would not have been able to operate any handle thanks to her little waist coat. The sleeves around her arms seemed to have been made with a double layer of canvas twice as thick as the rest of the jacket very hard to bend. They were very narrow and tight around her hands, the canvas dug into her flesh where it was bent making her armpits and the inside of her elbows uncomfortablely pinched. With the central loop and the side loops her arms were firmly held in position to keep her hugging herself. The strap behind her was done up to the maximum she hadn’t got a hope in hell of budging it herself.

Bee launched herself at the fire exit door she hit it, it was as solid as a brick wall. She bounced off the door, her shoulder shot a numb pain down her side. She fell over landing on the floor winded. Bee shut her eyes from the pain then quickly rolled herself over and lent against one wall to regain her balance. She heard the creaking of her pursuer, Bee became desperate she scooted against the wall stood up then began to kick the door. Her trainer landed on just the right spot on the ancient mechanism and the pins holding the door in place top and bottom disengaged. Bee kicked the door again it was still wedged firmly in place with the time warped frame.

Bee was desperate she needed her hands, she began to pull against the straight jacket. All she achieved was to pull the unwelcome presence of the crotch strap tighter into her most intimate parts and waste a few precious seconds. The crotch strap was very tightly nestled between her ass cheeks, she wore tight blue spandex pants they were stained and a little torn but still clung to her ass as she moved her bottom jiggled like jellow, the strap helped to frame her desperately jiggling ass. Finally Bee in one last desperate attempt launched her bruised shoulder at the door. The door creaked and opened Bee fell forwards landing in a big pool of mud just outside. 

There was a loud splat and the mud settled around Bee, she tried to get up the mud was a mire she felt one of her trainers stick then come away she didn’t have time or any means to recover it. She pushed forwards into the puddle half wiggling half crawling through the mud. Finally at the other side of the puddle she got to her knees then her feet and began to run desperately again towards the main gate of the asylum. 

Bee thought back to how it had started earlier that day how she had ended up in this position. There was little to do in the small town, especially after the police had closed down the one small club because of noise complaints. There was almost nothing else, so when her friend Melinda had suggested that they hold there own party at a secret place she knew that they wouldn’t get busted Bee had listened.

The six girls had gotten together Melinda the inquisitive brunette , Olga a pretty but quiet distanced girl Claire a red head Susan Jewel and Bee. 18 - 19 year olds all they had a music player some portable speakers a few torches some snacks. A couple of bottles of Vodka and a bottle of whisky. Melinda led them to the old abandoned building an hours walk from the edge of town it was pretty far out. They got to the gates they were large solid iron slightly rusty with a big lock. Melinda pulled a strange rusty key out of her pocket. “One evening I was walking past hear and I saw something glinting in the road I looked and it was this key, it fit’s the main gait and the main door”. 

Bee was pretty nervous but the key fitted the lock and the gates slowly opened on rusty hinges. As soon as they crossed the threshold of the asylum they lost the signal to there mobile phones that was strange. They couldn’t figure out why there was no coverage but they continued in. There was a cracked broken and overgrown path that led past what must have once been a lawn, but was slowly turning back into a forest. Taking the path they slowly approached the old asylum, it was a dark foreboding gothic building in front of the building was a courtyard and in front of that was a fountain that had dried up. There was a corroded brass statue of the founder of the asylum in front of the fountain by some pillars a Doctor Hertz he had probably had a tremendous ego. The statue showed him to have been over six foot six with a broad athletic body barely contained inside a suite more of a Greek marble depicting a god than a commemorative statue, as Bee walked past she swore in the light the statue winked at her.  

They travelled forwards deeper into the asylum grounds, there were flower beds over grown and choked with weeds cracked dark boarded and barred windows. They approached a set of steps that had once been something that was meant to imitate marble but had subsequently deteriorated into a cracked mess. There was a pair of large heavy doors they looked like they had once been some sort of grand piece of oak. But now while still being a formidable barrier all there grandeur had faded. Melinda used the key she had found to open the main door. The key when in and turned but the door was stiff, it took all six girls pushing to force the door open. With a few harsh curses Melinda turned to the other girls “well I managed to get it open before more easily I cant really explain it” .

They switched on there torches, they came to what must have once been a grand reception lobby. A teak reception desk lay halfway across the room two elevators and a large pair of stairs were behind it. Several containers of what once must have been planters sadly stood on either side of it. They were completely dried out no one had watered them for decades. Several expensive leather chairs sat mouldering in the entrance with a few tables to one side as a sort of weighting area. Even the leather chairs had a disturbing quality if you looked closely you could see eye bolts and slots for straps if they wanted someone to wait around they would have to. Melinda strode over to the reception desk and opened a draw she searched around, a pair of handcuffs a rolled up strap and a bit of chain hit the floor. finally she pulled out a large bunch of keys. She strode over to a small door in one corner of the reception, a key turned in the lock on the second attempt and with a little pushing the door opened she led the group of girls down into the basement.

They followed Melinda down a second set of steps until they came to a dusty room filled with machinery and a cupboard which said mains electricity. “Don’t worry” Melinda said “my brothers an electrician he told me how to turn something like this on”. Melinda gingery opened the cupboard and then pushed a large leaver down she flicked a row of small switches on one at a time. there was a dull rumbling then a spark and about half the lights came on. The bulbs were ancient but they did the trick the girls were in some sort of maintenance office plant room combination. Something’s were easy to recognise such as the pile of old radiators stacked against one wall. Some rusty tools hammers wrenches a few fuses there were benches with more complicated pieces of machinery stacked upon them even a dusty kettle and a tin of ancient biscuits in one corner.

With the power on they headed back upstairs, they were inside they had lights they had food booz and music and more important privacy. Melinda gestured that they follow her down a dimly lit corridor up a set of stairs and back onto the ground floor of the asylum. They went up a set of stairs to the first floor, Melinda finally showed them there final destination she opened a large heavy security door to reveal a corridor that was full of heavy doors she opened one to reveal a large room. The room could easily accommodate all six of them it had several old but serviceable mattresses on the floor. The room looked untouched by time it was a padded room but the padding was white and immaculate. It looked as clean and tidy as the day the asylum was built. Bee had a closer look at one of the mattresses it had straps attached to it.

The girls were a little bit scared to literally have a party in the middle of a padded room, but a few gulps of vodka killed any hesitation. The girls set up the music player and the speakers, then they started to pass round food and drink talking about various topics laughing giggling. They made the large padded cell there base of operations they started telling ghost stories, that got more ridicules with each minute. Clair had some weed and most of them apart from Jewel passed it around, they all got a bit drunk. It was at this point Melinda told the girls about the fiendish doctor Hertz who built the asylum then profiteered from it then ran it into the ground then killed himself though they hadn’t found the body. Melinda pulled out a bottle of whisky “I will give this to the first one of you that can find a straight jacket and has the guts to wear it” she giggled.

Every one excepted her challenge, Bee was reluctant but she wasn’t going to let the rest of them think she was some kind of coward. They still had some sense so instead of going off individually they would go exploring in two’s. Susan and jewel headed for the floor below Olga and Clair headed for the floor above Bee and Melinda searched that floor of the building. 

Bee was certain that her and Melinda had the best chance, Melinda had already been round the asylum a few times and the girls inquisitive nature would be a good thing on this scavenger hunt. They started looking around they found some doors locked but most were open, it was likely that if there was still something worth finding behind one of the doors it would be one of the locked ones. Melinda still had the bunch of keys she had found, but they had not fitted one single door yet. Eventually the brunet found a door that was unlocked it looked to be some sort of staff room. There were old wrinkled magazines comfortable mismatched furniture, what at one time might have passed for a coffee machine and a few cups. Bee was initially disappointed then Melinda noticed that the room didn’t match exactly it was as if one side was short for the lay out.

Bee wasn’t sure what Melinda was going on about until she got a good hold of an old book case and gave it a hard pull. The book case squealed in protest but slowly swung away to reveal a heavy steel door behind it. Melinda slowly pulled out the bunch of keys she had found earlier. One by one she tried the keys in the lock. Finally after trying six keys one fitted. The old lock protested Melinda pulled the key out slightly and then turned it, the heavy door slowly swung open. 

Bee found a switch the room was lit by a small cluster of light bulbs. It was quite a small room a writing desk a chair some pictures on the wall a dusty book case with bundles of paper and a few boxes. There was a large draw on the desk Melinda got a closer look. There was a black wax seal on the draw it seemed to be a pentagram. Melinda had to break it to get the draw open, Bee began to feel uneasy there was something wrong. Melinda opened the draw and pulled out a heavy wooden box, it was also sealed with a black wax seal this one had a seven pointed star. Bee was about to tell Melinda no but she had already broken it open and pulled out a heavy leather bound book. The book had a black wax seal keeping it shut, it had a series of circles that from a certain angle looked like 666. Bee did not want Melinda to touch that thing but Melinda pushed Bee’s hand away and broke the seal.

The light began to flash on and off, there was a chilling wind blowing from nowhere crawling up the girls spines. They heard the crash of what sounded like thunder off in the distance mixed with a mechanical rumbling like a machine starting up. The old skirting board exploded and dozens of rats began to run around the room. Both girls found that they were screaming at the top of there voices and clutching each other tightly. After a few seconds everything seemed to return to normal apart from one slow fat rat that had not run away, the toe of Bee’s trainer sent it flying. The girls started laughing for being so scared by a few rats and a flashing light bulb.

Melinda looked at the book “doctor Hertz ledger”, she read from the inside of the cover. Melinda sat down and began reading through the book, Bee watched her over her shoulder. Occasionally Melinda would make a comment. “This is far better than some old moth eaten straight jacket, reading this book doctor hertz had a really high opinion of himself. If I read this correctly Doctor Hertz was taking money from people to get rid of there inconvenient problems a man marries into a rich family then has his wife put away. Some rich guy has his mistress put in the asylum when she threatened to blackmail him to his wife. Another man had his daughter committed to stop her running away with a man he didn’t approve of.” 

Melinda kept going through the ledger, “There’s a list hear of all the possessions patients had when they came to the asylum anything valuable he would insure it disappeared then he would sell it, all the profits were logged in the ledger watches wedding rings anything. This doctor Hertz was secretly taking medicine from the asylum and selling it elsewhere I think it means the local mob, so instead of sedating the patients they just kept them tied up all the time.” Melinda recoiled “this is horrible if I read this right when a patient died they didn’t inform the relatives they just kept billing them or the state and the body ended up in says hear recycled what dose that mean o god it says hear there was a substantial saving on the meat bill.” 

Melinda kept reading the ledger “he had a large amount of tax fraud going on he was using it says hear a carrousel of companies to pass money around the books so that the government could never tell how much he was making. Then he had a corrupt accountant falsely claiming tax back.” Melinda kept reading, “this man did anything he could to make money he was renting out part of the basement to a Satanic cult that held a black sacrament there once a month then used the list of people attending to blackmail them.” Melinda kept reading “this part is disgusting Hertz would have any woman he desired committed, he had part of the second floor as his harem he called it he even had special restraints made to keep them entertained what a pervert.” 

Melinda put the ledger in her bag, they went out of the office they were going to find the rest of the girls and show them what they had found. Bee noticed a door open that had not been open before. Before Bee could say anything Melinda stepped inside the door, it was a padded room. There was some sort of metal cage on wheels in one corner, scattered around the floor were various pieces of leather and at least one straight jacket. Melinda smiled and stepped into the centre of the room “looks like I am going to be getting that bottle of whisky”. the lights flashed for a second then went off. Bee held her breath and the lights came back on, the door to the padded room was shut and there was a large ancient padlock on it. The room seemed to be sound proof Bee could look in through a large oval window but she couldn’t hear, Melinda was pointing at her and saying something like not funny open the door.

The lights again flashed for a second then went off when they came back on, Bee could tell something was different Melinda’s hair had been put in a pair of pigtails like a school girl. Melinda reached up and touched her hair she had a surprised look on her face, she tried to tug her hair lose but there was a leather thong tightly knotted around it. The lights again flashed for a second then went off when they came back on Melinda’s top had been removed and neatly folded up on the floor. Melinda looked very scared she called to Bee for help, but Bee had a solid door between her and her friend and the door was sound proof. Melinda tried to reach down to pick up her top, The lights again flashed for a second then went off when they came back on. Melinda’s situation was far worse she would not be picking anything up for some time. From the tips of her fingers to just below her elbows two leather sheaths covered her arms, her hands ended in two useless mittens the sheaths were tightly laced up. Melinda had no way to remove them. Melinda held her hands in front of her face disbelieving what she was seeing, the leather was brown with an aged waxy texture. 

Bee watched a bizarre and disturbing striptease, The lights flashed for a second then went off when they came back on Melinda’s trousers were folded up neatly with her top. She started to scream, she was pouring her lungs out but Bee could not hear a thing. The lights flashed off then came back on , Melinda had lost her socks and trainers she looked around the room and ran to one corner. The lights flashed off then came back on, She had lost her bra Melinda clutched her breasts with one leather covered arm to preserve her modesty. The lights flashed off then came back on Melinda was completely nude except for the restraints she ran over to the window and banged on the glass with her imprisoned fists. Bee hammered on the glass from her side she kicked the door and pulled on the padlock. The ledger and the bunch of keys were locked inside the room with Melinda.

The lights flashed off then came back on when they did Melinda’s screams were silenced a black lump of rubber was tightly wedged between her teeth, the edge of one of her socks could be seen peaking out from behind it. A strap wrapped around behind her hear. Melinda’s face was screwed up in revulsion she tried to pull it out with her mittened hands or to un-strapped it. The lights flashed off then came back on Melinda looked even worse. The gag seemed to have gotten larger the edge of the second sock pocked out and the strap had gotten tighter a second strap now fed under her chin. Melinda desperately clawed at her gag trying to get it off. The lights flashed off then came back on Melinda looked like she was choking. The gag had grown larger the girls face was twisted around the mass of rubber and socks the straps were tighter sinking into her face there was the addition of a Y shaped strap over her head. Melinda dropped to her knees a desperate look communicated by her eyes. 

The lights flashed off then came back on, Melinda’s lower jaw was covered by a rubber panel over the top of the giant gag. Her struggling against what was happening had diminished her resistance was breaking. Her mittened hands reached behind her to remove it but they were only going through the motions. The lights flashed off then came back on a tight posture collar was wrapped round Melinda’s neck, it was strict and secure her hands slowly traced its out line and she tried to move her head a little. Bee was noticing that one item disappeared of the floor every time the lights went off, what was happening in those seconds of darkens. The lights flashed off then came back on a thick padded blindfold was tightly wrapped round Melinda’s head it had large pads over her eye sockets she couldn’t see a thing. Melinda shakily stood up and began to walk forwards her arms outstretched she was reaching out trying to find a wall or something.

The lights flashed off then came back on, the straight jacket was off the floor and loosely draped over Melinda she weakly tried to pull it off over her arms. The lights flashed off then came back on the jacket was now secured behind her and the crotch strap was loosely fastened. Melinda resisted as best she could, twisting about trying to get at the straps behind her. The lights flashed off then came back on The straight jacket was now tightened up to its maximum. The straps buckled to the last hole, across the back were secure as was the crotch strap, Melinda still had her arms free she struggled against the jacket turning round on the spot. Bee saw the back of the jacket it was tightly fastened with each strap neatly folded away. The lights flashed off then came back on the arm straps were now tightly done up Melinda had completely lost the use of her arms. She struggled against the jacket but her arms barely moved from there tight hug through the front loop and the side loops.

The lights flashed off then came back on, there was a thud as Melinda hit the padded floor. She could no longer stand as a leg brace encased her left leg, a collection of dull iron and brown leather had enveloped her leg and held it rigidly in place. Her foot was encased her toes pointing straight down, Melinda kicked out with her free leg, just resisting in any way she could.  The lights flashed off then came back on a matching leg brace encased Melinda’s right leg. Melinda continued to futilely struggle on the floor her movements were getting less and less as she was getting more tired struggling against iron canvas and leather. Tears were starting to trickle down Bee’s eyes she whimpered, a helpless spectator to her friends suffering.

The lights flashed off then came back on, there was a large canvas bag open lying on the floor next to Melinda. The lights flashed off then came back on the canvas bag was wrapped halfway around Melinda she looked like she was being devoured by a constrictor. The lights flashed off then came back on the bag was completely over Melinda’s body but still quite lose she struggled from inside it. The lights flashed off then came back on, the canvas sack was laced shut Melinda was really struggling against it she was twisting around as if she was in some sort of pain. The lights flashed off then came back on a thick leather belt was wrapped round the canvas prison around her body at chest height. The lights flashed off then came back on two more belts were wrapped around the cocoon. Melinda inside the canvas started to twist about violently like she was having some kind of seizure.

Bee watched in mind numbing horror as the canvas cocoon thrashed about. Melinda was having some sort of fit or seizure inside that thing and Bee couldn’t help her. Then after about a minute The canvas was still Bee was really worried for her friend, she felt a sensation at the back of her head and the pit of her stomach something was very very wrong. Nothing happened for about five minutes, Bee could feel her heart beating. The lights flashed off then came back on, around the canvas bundle was a pentagram drawn on the floor in black inside it was a circle and other symbols. The canvas bundle jerked there was a snap and one of the straps around it broke the canvas bundle jerked again a second strap broke the canvas jerked again a third strap broke. Bee took a step away from the glass, the laces running the length of the cocoon split something inside wanted out.

Bee watched in a fascinated horror as a long leg exited the cocoon the leg seemed to be human but was covered by something resembling a medical brace. It appeared to be brown leather a thick boot the ankle was held rigidly in a downward point by a collar a band of thick metal and several reinforcing bars. The boot ended in a blunt spike extended from the toe about 2 inches. Bars ran up the leg to the knee where a flexible joint allowed the leg to bend. More bars ran up either side of the leg from the knee to the thigh. A second leg emerged from the shredded canvas.

The thing inside the bundle of canvas rolled on its side out of the bundle of fabric. Then used the momentum to continue the roll and stood up with a dancers grace. Balancing on top of the spiked boots with an elegance no human possessed. It looked like the restraints were now wearing Melinda’s body if that was possible. There was a tight metal waist clincher over the straight jacket taunt chains ran from the left and right hips to the top of the leg braces. The straight jacket was reinforced with two wide leather belts above and below her chest and arms. From the back of the jacket six canvas straps hung down to the floor they appeared to end in large blunt hooks. Melinda now had a strange leather hood over her face the posture collar was gone replaced by a metal collar that allowed her to move her neck. it had two openings at the top where her hair came out in two pigtails, the hood completely covered her head apart from a small oval like a ring gag holding her mouth open. 

The thing inside the cell moved forwards towards the door, Bee took a half step back. Slowly the six canvas straps hanging down behind the straight jacket began to move like tentacles. They appeared to act as limbs, they were each two inches wide quite thick and maybe six foot long each. They ended in blunt hooks they made the creature in the cell look like a spider of some sort as they fanned out behind her. The thing inside that cell that was wearing Melinda moved forwards towards the glass. A little puff of shredded fabric that had once been a pair of socks was exhaled from behind the ring gag. Its tongue came out of the ring gag slowly until it was extended over six inches. Bee had seen a giraffe’s tong at the zoo it was the only thing that she could think of similar. The dancer ran her tong over the glass in a long line, then one of her belt limbs came up to the glass. There was a dull crash as the hook hit the glass. There was a spider web of cracks along the glass, Bee turned and ran there was no way she was staying around to see if the door could hold the dancer inside her cell.

Bee ran past a security door she had the presence of mind to shut it and bolt it shut, if she was being persuade it would take time to get through the door. The asylum was dark and more foreboding, Bee expected to see new horrors jumping out of every corner. There were places where the lights had completely failed and all that was there was blackness. Bee didn’t want to plunge into one of them and meet something else. If something like that had happened to Melinda what could have happened to the rest of her friends? Bee had her torch she pointed it at the shadow very slowly the torch light dimmed to nothing and went out. Bee heard something moving along the floor she didn’t know what it was she could smell leather she ran. 

Bee ran straight into Olga and Clair almost knocking them over. Claire looked like she was about to bold Olga calmed her down “take a few deep breaths just tell me what’s going on where is Melinda has something happened?” Bee had trouble getting her words together “no time we have to get out of hear ”. Bee was trying to pull Olga towards what she thought would be the exit but Olga wanted more information “what happened is this some sort of trick a joke”. Claire was backing away she was always afraid, a small mouse had sent her running once. The asylum was pushing Claire towards the edge even without the horrors.  There was a grating sound like a bearing behind them from a dark spot in the corridor. Olga would still not move “you there stop mucking about”, Clair had already turned on her heels and ran.

Out of the dark spot a wheel chair rolled, it looked old large and heavy padded with black leather.
Bee backed away from it, Olga walked towards it to get a better look. “no don’t ” Bee tried to shout a warning but it was to late. The chair moved forwards under its own power. Olga turned to run the chair hit her in the back of the legs and she landed on it. Something like a seat belt shot out of the chair and wrapped round Olga’s narrow waist she screamed in indignation. The belt grew tighter nipping in her waist pulling her back further onto the chair. Olga tried to pull at the belt it was still getting tighter, she griped it with her hands. Straps emerged from the hand rests of the chair and wrapped round Olga’s wrists they drew her hands back to the hand rests of the chair and held them in place. Little leather mittens unwrapped from round the ends of the hand rest and wrapped around Olga’s hands. Olga looked at Bee “please help me”. Bee took a step forwards towards the wheel chair it rolled backwards out of her reach.   

Olga tried to putt her feet down to slow the chair, straps emerged from the foot rests of the chair and wrapped tightly round Olga’s ankles they drew her feet back to the foot rests of the chair and held them in place. More straps pinioned Olga’s limbs in place fear and pain ran across her face. Two straps emerged from under her armpits crossed behind her neck then wrenched her shoulders back hard against the back of the chair. Thick straps wrapped around her legs above her knees and pulled them to the sides of the chair. More straps wrapped around her arms below her elbows and pulled them firmly to the armrests.

Olga was looking desperate her normal level headed resolve shattered she screamed frantically “help me“. Bee made one more desperate grab only for the chair to pull back further out of her reach. Olga’s predicament captured in the possessed wheel chair got worse, Bee could just watch as a strap firmly secured Olga’s head to the head board of the chair. A large bit gag parted her lips and muffled her screaming. As bee watched the gag expanded until it completely filled her jaw and silenced any further screaming. Further straps seemed to emerge from nowhere above and below her breasts round her neck over her feet. The straps just seemed to continue to sprout from the chair until there was very little left visible of Olga just her desperate pleading tear filled blue eyes. Bee watched the Chair roll backwards through a door into a room Bee followed.

Bee stayed at the door and looked inside, the room was full of old medical equipment stands and clamps things like that. The equipment began to shake then fall of the walls and tables. It seemed to be falling apart as if disassembled by invisible hands. It was rolling around on the floor. Olga looked as frightened as before but confused. The medical equipment took itself apart and began to reform there was one item it looked something like a scorpion tail with a clamp at one end being formed. Bee backed away the material on the floor formed three of these articulated monstrosities, they crawled across the floor under there own power over to the wheel chair then swung round to attach themselves to the back of the chair. Various pieces of medical equipment attached themselves to the back of the chair elongating it and bulking it out with various metallic clunks.

Bee watched intently, Olga started having some sort of seizure her eyes started blinking rapidly uncontrollably. Bee felt a sensation at the back of her head and the pit of her stomach the same as had happened to Melinda what could she do how could she stop it. The lights flashed off then came back on around the Wheel chair was a pentagram drawn on the floor in black, inside it was a circle and other symbols. Olga began to blink faster one moment they were blue the next they were an inhuman violet colour this continued for a minute then Olga closed her eyes. Bee moved forwards, Olga’s eyes snapped open they were violet in colour it wasn’t Olga any more. Bee tried to shut the door quickly the wheel chair moved forwards quickly but Bee was the fastest. The door shook as the possessed collection of medical equipment and encased victim hit it. 

Bee backed away as the glass window on the door shattered, a scorpion like tail poked through the hole. Bee dived for the floor as something shot from the tail, it was a small syringe it had a kind of tail feathers attached to it. Bee examined the hypodermic it was actually labelled as a sedative. Bee had an idea and ran down the corridor, she heard the lock on the door break and the door spin open she didn’t look back. Bee ran round the corridor up the stairs and up to the next floor she collapsed and took a breath. The scorpion followed her it arrived at the foot of the stairs. The scorpion rolled forwards and bumped into the front step, it tried to use its three tails to climb the steps but it couldn’t get up a single step. Bee almost laughed as it tried to fire another hypodermic full of sedative at her she simply ducked it was two slow. 

Bee watched the scorpion for a few more seconds, it closed its violet eyes and them the whole machine shook for a few seconds it rolled back leaving a little bundle of leather rubber and metal on the floor. Bee didn’t know what was going on or how to react so she watched. The scorpion repeated this process two more times leaving three strange bundles on the floor. The first bundle unwound slowly it was in the shape of a scorpion, just short of two feet long the pincers were made from forceps the tail stinger was a scalpel blade the body was a medical brace straps and articulated clamps made up the legs. Rubber tubing and wire wound through it keeping it together . It took a step forwards clumsily at first it tried to take the first step on the stairs, it balanced on its hind legs then gripped the carpet with its pincers Bee watched as the other two bundles slowly began to unwind and take there first slow steps. 

Bee watched the little scorpions speed up, the first one was almost half way up the stairs Bee turned around looking for a weapon something she could use. She grabbed a fire extinguisher and pointed it at the first scorpion she pulled the release pin and nothing happened, the mechanism was dead. Bee came up with a better idea and hit the first scorpion with the extinguisher knocking it over. Bee threw the extinguisher down the stairs at the second scorpion. But the scorpion had enough presence to simply dodge to one side, not only were they fast but they seemed to learn quickly. Bee grabbed a fire bucket full of sand and threw that over the second scorpion that didn’t do a lot to slow it down so she threw the bucket at it. There was a satisfying clang that bent the metal bucket and reduced the scorpion to a limping pursuit.

Bee saw the first scorpion manage to turn over from its back, the third scorpion finish travelling up the stairs they were relentless adversaries. Bee ran backwards she bumped into a chair . Bee got a good grip on the chair with both hands she hit the first scorpion knocking it back over. Bee brought the chair down with all the force she could muster on the third scorpion the chair shattered to pieces. The scorpion was damaged but not out for the count. Bee still had a chair leg in one hand she threw it at the second scorpion hitting it not doing much damage but it slowed the monster for a second. 

Bee pulled open the door behind her and realised she had backed into corner, all that was behind her was a cleaners cupboard. Bee threw a pack of ancient discoloured toilet rolls at the second scorpion. She had a plunger in her hand it flew through the air and did even less damage. Bee pulled out a mop and used it to fend off the scorpions she hit the third one breaking the mop in half. The first scorpion got back on its feet and charged. Bee skewered it with the end of the mop handle, it hurt the creature the little monster reacted as if it was alive, but it wasn’t enough to kill the monster. The last thing in the cupboard was a large container marked up as hard surface cleaner it was labelled up with half a dozen warning signs. If the side of the container was accurate it was pretty much just acid, used to clean up anything. Bee ripped the lid off and emptied the contents over the first scorpion.

The effect was instant, a wall of fumes pushed Bee back with an over powering acidic stench. The scorpion stopped advancing and started running round in circles. Steam or smoke was rising from the scorpion and the carpet was also starting to melt. Slowly the scorpion’s movements decreased until it just lay there. There was a point when whatever it was died, as it disintegrated breaking apart into a collection of scraps of medical equipment. The remaining two scorpions paused then moved back turned round and ran away as fast as they could go, both of them were limping and in bad shape. Bee started laughing it was a little giggle to begin with but it increased she was getting manic and desperate her laughter turned to tears, if she ever got out of hear they might end up putting her in a real asylum. 

Bee got her breath back and stopped crying, she had to see if she could save Claire or any of the others. Bee tried some more doors, there was a file room some rooms with ordinary looking beds inside in another room she found a broom. It was not a particularly good weapon but it was a lot better than nothing. Bee continued searching the area on the logic that Claire had run in the same general direction. Bee walked down a corridor, she approached a dark spot with no lights she had enough presence of mind to be cautious. She looked around the floor then there was a creak she had the presence of mind to look up. Bee dived to one side, a net made of leather and canvas straps landed on the floor where she had been a moment ago. It looked like a spiders web. it had an edge weighted down made from heavy chain with the rest of the web made from straps riveted together. Bee looked up a familiar shadow moved up in the ceiling, the dancer was handing up there by a series of straps. Bee didn’t want to find if there were any more traps she ran over to the nearest door and slammed it shut. She saw a lunch cart on wheels Bee wheeled it over to the door then wedged it in place keeping the door shut.

Bee had dropped the broom when the dancer had attacked her, she was nervous she was unarmed and the number of dangerous things out to trap her seemed to be only increasing. Bee saw a flash of red out of the corner of her eye bee turned round, a head slowly emerged from behind a desk it was Clair she was frightened but unhurt. Bee slowly walked over to her she didn’t want to spook her again and have to spend more time inside this horrible place looking for her. Gently Bee got a firm grip on Clair’s hand Clair looked at her “I promise I wont run again lets get out of hear I saw what happened to Melinda”. Bee had a plan, now they would get out of the asylum Clair would go back out to town and get help. Bee would stay and try to find out what had happened to Susan and Jewel.

The two girls started to move through the cursed asylum they were making good time. They slowly approached a pool of darkness, Bee looked up at the ceiling peering into the dark spot there seemed to be nothing there She looked at the ground there was nothing hiding there waiting to jump out at them. Then Clair saw movement she ran as soon as she saw it. Claire saw a heavy metal door on the other side of the corridor she pushed Bee out of the way darted into the room and slammed the door shut locking it from the inside. Leaving Bee out in the corridor with whatever was in the shadow. The door had a large glass window Claire could look out she didn’t meet Bee‘s gaze. Bee was angry she tried the door it was solid, then she turned to face what was in the shadows. A small mouse ran out of the shadow took one look at Bee and ran back. Bee looked at Claire “you are such a coward now open that door.” Claire tried the door it wouldn’t budge she turned and looked around.

Claire was trapped inside a room that looked something like a bath room, there was a large metal bath and two tables on the tables were canvas sheets and other accessories. From the ceiling hung cuffs and chains, Bee looked at the door it read wet pack room. Bee saw the canvas on the table move so did Claire she was hysterical in a moment, banging on the door. The room seemed to get colder Claire hugged herself, slowly her top seemed to get thinner and thinner it just seemed to fade away and disappear so did her jeans and shoes she was left standing there in her socks bra and panties. Claire collapsed to the floor in a little ball her arms wrapped round her knees. Slowly the outline of her underwear faded away as well leaving her nude.

The canvas sheets on the table began to move, Claire didn’t see them or didn’t care until the first sheet landed on her and enveloped her. She struggled but it was to late soon the wet sheet had enveloped her completely. Her head poked out one end her feet were covered her arms were firmly held at her sides by the tight canvas, her legs were held tightly together. It was like invisible hands were pulling the sheet tighter and tighter until Claire could barely struggle she screamed.  A second sheet followed the first, further bundling Claire inside oppressive layers of fabric, her futile struggles were at a minimum now. A third sheet of canvas unfolded from the table revealing a harness made of heavy leather straps. Bee watched as the third sheet moved towards Claire, Claire was so helpless and practically immobile under the final piece of wet canvas, the tight material clung to her curves she was mummified but it was far from over the harness stirred. 

Slowly the harness crawled across the table, it tipped over and landed on the floor. Claire was on her back she could see it approaching her but she could do nothing about it. Bee could just make out her begging “please no please no”. The harness moved until it was positioned over Claire’s body it would run the entire length down her front. The harness started with an extreme posture collar that locked Claire’s head in position pushing her chin right up. A fat plug gag also built into the harness forced its way in between her lips silencing any cries for help. A padded blindfold also part of the harness covered her eyes. A heavy strap buckled itself behind her body running from just above Clair’s breast a second strap pulled tightly closed just below Claire’s breasts. The harness was built with a very thick waist clincher it buckled itself crushingly tight over the wet pack and Claire’s waist. The rest of the harness tightened itself about Claire’s form ensuring the wet pack did not budge an inch. Straps went over her hips above and below her knees and around her ankles. 

A hoist descended from the ceiling, it was on a track that ran from the bath to the table. The hoist consisted of a long broad metal bar that had three hooks on it. The bar settled over Claire’s body then the three hooks latched onto the black leather harness. Claire was slowly hoisted into the air. The lid on the bath slowly opened the hoist moved across the room. It stopped over the bath then slowly lowered Claire’s encased body into the cold water. There was a tray or board of some kind in the bath, Claire’s head was kept just above the water as she was lowered into it. The hoist released the harness then slowly rose up to the ceiling, the lid of the bath closed with a dull clang.

Bee watched from the window, after about a minute there was ice forming on the outside of the bath. Bee felt a disturbing sensation at the back of her head and the pit of her stomach another of her friends would soon be gone. Nothing happened for about five minutes Bee could feet her heart beating was she wrong. The lights flashed off then came back on, around the bath on the floor was a pentagram drawn on the floor in black, inside it was a circle and other symbols. The metal bath lurched there was a banging sound like something was struggling to get out. The lid on the bath flew back bent there was a blur of motion as a mass of canvas and leather rolled over the side of the tub. 

Bee watched what had become of Claire, slowly crawled across the floor like a slug leaving a trail of water on the floor. The harness had changed slightly it was a lot tighter, canvas bulged out from it and the plug gag seemed do have gotten bigger an open tube now extended about half an inch from the leather. Yet this slug like thing was able to move across the floor quite quickly, pushing its torso forwards across the floor then dragging its knees behind in a disturbingly rapid motion across the floor. It dragged a tail of wet canvas about a meter long behind it. Claire’s red hair was now a ghostly white blue, Bee could see small sections of skin around the harness gag and blindfold around what had been Claire’s face it was now pail almost white. 

Bee saw the slug stand up almost balancing on it knees, the head moved a little from one side to another looking at her beyond the door. Then a stream of cold water shot out of the open end of the plug gag and hit the door. Bee was amazed as the door seemed to rust away in front of her eyes in seconds the circle of glass was all that was left it hit the floor and rolled. Bee had no intention of finding out what that liquid could do to her, she started backing away. The slug moved forwards slowly, from the gag a short jet of white liquid shot out towards Bee. The thick liquid hit the wall behind her it looked like rubber or latex.  A second shot went towards Bee’s face hitting her on the side of her head, a third shot hit her on the right hand, Bee ran as fast as she could one shot hit her on the leg two more shots missed her falling short.

As Bee ran down a corridor away from the slug she shut several door behind her, she ran for five minutes ten minutes she couldn’t count. The white latex material seemed to dry and bond she had one eye covered by the first shot but the material crept across her face she got a look at her right hand a fingerless glove was forming from the tips of her fingers to her elbow. The material on her leg was spreading upwards towards her waist. Suddenly Bee was stumbling around blind, the latex had formed a tight hood over her entire head. From her neck up there were only holes for her nostrils. Bee tried to pull at the hood she couldn’t seem to get a grip there was no lace no straps no zipper nothing at all the material was so tight she tried to bite it to try and puncture it but she couldn’t even get her jaw open the smallest amount. It was even harder with one hand trapped in a mitten. Bee stumbled against a wall she felt a table in front of her. Suddenly she stumbled the latex had pulled her legs together at the knees a tight hobble skirt was forming over her legs.

Bee could feel the latex getting tighter around her hand, creeping down her legs and around her head she didn’t know how far it could spread she had to get it off quickly. Bee could feel the table she found a draw and pulled it open, her hand found a roll of sellotape a few pens then a ruler, finally she found a pair of scissors. Bee’s knelt down her left hand shook as she managed to slip the blade of the scissors under the edge of the latex holding her right hand. The material was extending it had already gone past her elbow. With a lot of frantic cutting Bee slowly cut down the length of the mitten and freed her hand. With numb fingers she pulled her hand free and discarded the remains off the mitten. Bee had no time to rest, the hood was already getting larger travelling down her neck. Bee managed to hook her left thumb under the material then slipped the scissors into place. With a few cuts she had created a hole in the latex, Bee grabbed the hood with both hands and tore it from her head she threw it on the floor. Bee regained her breath she looked at the hood it trembled then melted into a pile of inert white liquid. The battle was half won she hacked at the tight skirt until she freed her legs and could stand up again.

Bee’s heart was pounding as she got to her feet, She had to find Susan and Jewel then get out of hear. Bee heard a rustling noise then something pushed the door in front of her slightly open. With the slug behind her Bee was more prepared to fight what was in front of her than get encased in latex. The door was pushed open further. Bee found herself face to face with another small scorpion, this one was different slightly bigger at three feet and far bulkier especially the tail. From the scorpions stinger it shot a hypodermic dart, luckily for Bee it was a lousy shot. Bee responded by throwing a table lamp at the creature that hit it but did little damage. The scorpion charged across the room Bee tipped the table over so that the edge of the table hit the scorpion with a cracking noise pinning it down. Bee picked up a stool and hit the scorpion on the tail a few times the old piece of furniture broke and so did the scorpions tail. The scorpion was slowly dislodging itself from the table bee gingerly picked up a heavy coat stand. It was almost to much for her to carry, she carefully balanced it then swung it down onto the scorpion. The scorpion continued to struggle . Bee brought the coat stand down a second time , the scorpion stopped moving shuddered then slowly disintegrated into a large pile of little bits and pieces of medical equipment.
  
Bee slowly checked over the office she saw nothing else, she took a few minutes and managed to pry one big heavy table leg from the desk. It would probably make some impact if she saw more scorpions. Bee had been running for hours, it seemed all the time something was chasing her. She was running away from things that used to be her friends. Bee could hear something coming down the corridor after a few seconds she was certain it was a person not some creation of the asylum and there were two of them. Bee stepped out of the office to find Susan and Jewel walking down the corridor. The two of them looked a bit board they had no idea what was going on, they saw her carrying the table leg like a club and tensed up.

Bee ran over and hugged them, Bee warned them about the asylum they didn’t believe her she told them abut how Melinda’s inquisitiveness had got her trapped and turned into the spider like dancer. She described how Olga had been caught and turned into the scorpion and about the small scorpions wandering the place. She told them about how Claire had met her cowardly end and been turned into the slug like creature. Jewel was upset and confused but Susan would not believe her at all. Susan instead marched into the asylum loudly calling out for her friends thinking it was a joke in bad taste.

Bee tried to stop them, she held onto Jewel who was trying to follow Susan. They came to an area that had probably been a kitchen at one time. The place was a mess furniture was everywhere benches and tables were scattered. There were kitchen utensils and cooking equipment scattered everywhere. Bee noticed a dark area at the back of the room, she could see Susan was heading for it. Bee shouted out a warning Susan ignored her. The lights flashed off then came back on, standing at the edge of the pool of darkness was a piece of furniture it looked something like a high chair used to force feed uncooperative patients.

Susan kept moving towards the piece of furniture, Jewel was coming towards her as well. Despite Bee holding onto her arm. The lights flashed off then came back on, the high chair was right next to Susan the part of it that was a seat was gone.

Susan looked at the chair dumfounded, it had two sections like stocks for the neck and waist of a patient, there was a clicking noise as latches on both sections released themselves. Instead of backing away Susan took a closer look. The two sections of the chair slowly swung away opening wide the chair seemed to shudder ever so slightly. Susan moved forwards she reached out a hand and touched it, she turned round to face her friends, “its only a stupid piece of old wood what are you scared of?” The chair moved forwards with a life of its own, the top section neatly clicked in place around Susan’s neck the lower section clicked in place around her waist, Susan was no longer joking she was scared. Susan ran her hands up to the section holding her neck, she tried to pull it open then she tried to pull the latch open neither moved. Susan’s hands flew to the waist section she again tried to pull it open then tried to reach the latch.

Jewel shook herself free off Bee and charged forwards, she picked up a kitchen knife and tried to jam it in the latch to force the chair open.  The lights flashed off then came back on, there was the sound of the knife hitting the floor. Jewel was trying to move her hand but it was difficult, her right hand was firmly held behind her back. A thick leather belt was tightly secured around Jewel’s waist it was about three inches wide and ½ an inch thick. There was no obvious buckle it was one continues circle of tight leather punishment. A tight thick leather mitten encompassed her right hand rendering it useless, the mitten was secured to the far left side of jewels body pulling her arm painfully behind her back. A thick loop of leather also wrapped round her arm above her elbow ensuring the limb was completely useless and she could get no reprieve from her bondage. Jewel made the mistake of kicking the furniture holding Susan with her left leg. The lights flashed off then came back on. Jewel hit the floor painfully a tight band of leather was wrapped round her left ankle, it joined the belt around her waist by a small strap. Jewel was also painfully gagged a red rubber ball filled her mouth the strap cutting into the sides of her face it seemed to have no beginning or end. Her eyes were full of fear, Jewel backed away as best she could she didn’t want to risk touching the chair again.

Susan saw what happened to Jewel, she saw her friends backing away not wanting to share her fait. The lights flashed off then came back on. Susan’s trainers were gone she wiggled her toes and looked about nervously wondering what was happening. The lights flashed off then came back on Susan’s socks had disappeared she rotated her heels as she did when she was thinking which wasn’t often. The lights flashed off then came back on, Susan’s pants had disappeared to where ever her shoes and socks had gone, Susan started to turn red she was humiliated and embarrassed. The lights flashed off then came back on Susan’s top was gone, she held her right hand up over her breasts and her left hand over her crotch anticipating what was to come next. The lights flashed off then came back on instead of more of her clothing disappearing four rolls of bandages had appeared on the floor.

Susan screamed as the first roll of bandages rolled around on the floor and slowly levitated. The end of the bandage came lose then reached out towards her right hand. Susan pulled away instinctively, the end of the bandage followed it wrapped itself around her wrist. After six or seven turns of the bandage Susan’s fist was a useless ball. The bandage wrapped itself under Susan’s arm, she tried to use her arm to fight the bandage wrapping her right arm. The second roll of bandages quickly levitated, the end of the bandage wrapped itself around her left wrist. After seven or eight turns of the bandage Susan’s left fist was a useless ball as well. The bandage wrapping around her right arm pulled her wrist tight against her shoulder then set about securing the doubled up limb to itself. The bandage finished and seemed to merge with itself leaving Susan’s right arm a useless chicken wing. The bandage wrapping around her left arm started moving again it pulled her wrist tight against her shoulder then secured the doubled up limb to itself leaving her helpless. Susan began to cry and struggled uselessly flapping her immobilised limbs about.

Bee had enough presence of mind to pick up a stake knife and start attacking the leather restraining Jewel, slowly sawing through the strap connecting her ankle to the belt, she would not leave jewel there , both of them stayed and watched there friend Susan slowly disappear.

The third bandage slowly levitated, it extended a coil and advanced on her left leg. Susan pulled that out of the way only for the bandage to wrapped around her right foot. The bandage pulled upwards and Susan was left supporting her weight on her left leg. The bandage made two slow lazy turns around the top of Susan’s thigh trapping her ankle tightly to her thigh, the bandage speeded up as it slowly covered the Susan’s leg in a layer of white fabric. The bandage finished and merge with itself leaving Susan’s left leg useless it may as well have been amputated. The fourth bandage rolled across the floor towards Susan’s right leg she tried to move it out of the way. suddenly all her weight was on her waist and neck it was painful and she found it hard to breath. The bandage made two turns around the top of Susan’s right thigh, the bandage speeded up covering the Susan’s last limb in a layer of white fabric. The bandage merge with itself leaving Susan’s as helpless as a quadriplegic.

The lights flashed off then came back on Susan’s frantic screaming had stopped. A large piece of black leather covered her lower face, a thick strap went under Susan’s chin and another thick strap went round the back of her head. A short piece of black tubing hung down from the muzzle it ended in a bulb. Susan was still making some sound but that was soon to stop. The bulb moved with an invisible force of its own, like some invisible hand was wrapped around it, slowly it contracted and expanded. A tear trickled down Susan’s cheeks her eyes were large and round expressing her fear. Bit by bit her cheeks were expanding the balloon gag inside her mouth was being inflated without a single thought for Susan’s comfort. Finally when Susan’s cheeks were bulging at there maximum and the gag could expand no larger there was a click, the pump and the section of tubing dropped to the floor like a dead leaf.

The lights flashed off then came back on, a strange piece of leather covered Susan’s torso. It was like a straight jacket with a heavy wide crotch strap, but it wasn’t exactly a straight jacket, instead of having long sleeves that ended in straps it had wide short sleeves that seemed to accommodate Susan’s doubled up limbs. The jacket had sections of studs and thick leather, it almost looked in parts like a piece of armour. The jacket was tight and uncomfortable but it got tighter it was shrinking around Susan‘s body. It reminded Bee of an octopus or a snake getting a better grip on its prey. The crotch strap tightened itself a notch digging in deep between Susan’s legs she began to struggle frantically at the discomfort. The laces over the top of her doubled up limbs got tighter, the crushing force on her arms seemed to cause her some pain and she struggled even more. The straps on the back of the jacket and the high collar pulled themselves tighter pulling in Susan’s waist and drawing her shoulders back. The crotch strap drew another notch tighter, the laces over her arms pulled themselves as tight as they could go flaps zipped into place over the top of them. The straps at the back of the jacket pulled in one last time then stayed still. Susan was in a miserable state but her ordeal was far from over.

The lights flashed off then came back on, there was a long circular piece of leather on the floor. It looked like some kind of heavily boned corset crossed with a piece of armour. There were sections of leather studs and metal plates between laces. There were spaces for laces at the sides of the garment and the back of it. Jewel tried to whispered no as the garment shivered then rose up form the floor. The thick piece of leather slowly worked its way round Susan’s waist she looked away. A pair of long laces slowly worked themselves through the lacing holes at the back of the garment. Two more pairs of laces slowly worked themselves through the lacing holes along the right and left hand sides of the garment. The corset went from just under Susan’s bust to just above her hip. Susan’s body jerked backwards as the laces on the rear of the corset became tighter, Susan was pulled right then left at the corset violently contracted. After a few tugs Susan had lost inches off her waist. After another round the corset became tighter and tighter. Soon Susan had a wasp waist the corset was fully closed and the ends of the laces seemed to disappear into it.

The lights flashed off then came back on, a pair of leather objects were on the floor next to Susan. They were a deep black they had rows of studs running there length and laces. Bee wondered what the strange objects were she did not have long to wait. The leather objects split open to reveal that they were hollow, a zip undid then laces released there was something like a boot at the top. Bee realised what would happen. The two leg sheaths rose from the floor they slowly crept up Susan’s folded up legs inch by inch until they fully covered her legs. Slowly the boot section worked its way over her feet then the two sheaths began to contract. The laces slowly pulled the gaps closed the boots got tighter and tighter over Susan’s feet with a painful bone crushing grip. When the laces were finally done up the zippers closed, then broad straps wrapped themselves around the tops of the sheathe buckling themselves in place.

A large heavy cooker in one corner shuddered, then it slowly collapsed into a pile of twisted metal. Very slowly a bent metal bracket seemed to wriggle itself free from the pile, it slowly travelled threw the air until it hung in front of Susan. A second metal bracket slowly emerged from the pile it was about the same size and shape as the first it moved closer to Susan, orientating itself in the other direction. The brackets creaked as if giant invisible hands were bending them. The two brackets floated towards Susan settling on her shoulders. The fixings moulded to the contours of her body then rivets appeared fixing the metal onto the straight jacket. A second set of metal brackets emerged from the pile they were larger than the first. The brackets were joined by a metal hoop, they creaked and slowly changed shape. The circle of black metal tightly clinched itself around Susan’s waist the  two brackets settled on Susan’s hips moulded to the contours of her body then rivets appeared fixing the metal onto the waist clincher, Jewel and Bee looked on dumbfounded.

The pile of metal clattered again, Strange round sections of material that might have been the hinge joints for the oven slowly worked there way out from the pile and lazily rolled across the floor towards Susan until four of them lay on the ground next to her. The hinges began to vibrate then creek slowly they bent. Two hinges floated up settling on the ends of the leg sheaths, where her knees would be. A part stuck out behind her, rivets appeared fixing the metal onto the ends of the leg sheaths almost like a prosthetic limb would be attached to them. The last two hinges floated up settling on the ends of the arms, at the elbows of the jacketed sheaths where her elbows would be. Again a part stuck out behind her body like an exaggerated elbow, rivets appeared fixing the metal onto the ends of the straight jacket. It looked like Susan was growing new limbs out of metal from her tight bondage, with the fixings like a prosthetic limbs at the ends of folded arms and legs.

The remains of the cooker shuddered and a long thin piece of metal rose from the pile. The piece of metal began to glow in the centre slowly it twisted backwards and forwards until it had formed two bar sections. Two shorter matching bars of metal slowly rose from the pile. The two shorter bars floated behind Susan. She continued to watch and weep as her body was slowly turned into something new. The connecting bars joined the clusters of metal from her shoulders to her elbows they stood out extending far behind her linking together to form joints. The longer sections moved joining the brackets on her hips to the hinges on her knees, she looked more like some sort of machine and less like a helpless prisoner.

A dish washer and a microwave began to shudder, then they collapsed into parts. Material bits and pieces of metal springs plates and gears slowly began to move, first a few parts at a time then more and more flowed together they were like a river of ants coming together to build a bigger unit a single piece. They crawled across the floor then slowly rose into the air they came together to form the right forearm and left forearm on top of Susan’s doubled up limbs. What they were forming would have a reach far greater than Susan originally had. Bars and plates of metal formed a frame like bones. Springs tracks and gears formed the equivalent of muscles. Wire and tubing formed the nerves and sinew of the new creature. The first artificial section of both legs began to form in a similar manner when it was finished it would stand far taller than Susan and have a triple jointed leg rather than a double jointed leg. 

Slowly pieces of cutlery rose into the air , a whisk disintegrated and reshaped itself to form part of the right hand. A set of stake knives formed three fingers and a thumb, a coffee blender disintegrated its body slowly rose to form the outer shell of the right arm. Invisible forces reshaped the common metal into something inhuman around Susan’s encased helpless body. Materials came together faster the process speeded up, more of the kitchen disintegrated to form the creature. All the while Bee desperately sawed away at Jewels bonds. A wicked looking right hand with talon fingers formed then the left hand. The second metal section of legs formed they were bent at a strange, angle it reminded Bee of a wolfs hind leg for some reason, she cut at the thick leather faster.

A pressure cooker flew of the wall at the same time a frying pan shot towards it, as did the bowel from a food processor. The three pieces of steel impacted in mid air. They struck with a clanging crash then they seemed to warp and merge. It took nearly a minute but the material forced a helmet with a woman’s face but the ears of a wolf. The helmet moved towards Susan’s face she tried to pull away but couldn’t. There were no openings in the helmet apart from two slits above her nose. The helmet covered her face settled around her head then violently contracted sealing Susan inside it. There were no gaps nothing to indicate it could be removed. The front of the oven door a large piece of heavy steel rose into the air. It shook like it was hit by a tremendous force denting it, a second impact left a second huge dent in it. The metal warped and formed a chest plate, a very anatomical correct chest plate it positioned itself over Susan’s chest and rivets appeared linking it to the jacket. Finally a set of carving knives formed the creatures toes the creatures feet were fully formed. 

Bee was finally able to saw through the strap that held Jewels ankle. Bee helped Jewel to her feet and the pair of them began to back away from the construct in front of them. Bee looked at the thing it looked almost like a wear wolf in a move, made from steel and leather rather than flesh. Bee felt a cold disturbing sensation at the back of her head and the pit of her stomach, not again she thought Susan would soon be gone. Bee could feel it coming whatever it was she counted down to five. The lights flashed off then came back on around the chair holding the inanimate construct. On the floor was a pentagram drawn on the floor in black, it seemed to be burnt onto the kitchen tiles inside it was a circle and other symbols. The wolf moved its metal arms and legs shakily at first. It held a hand up in front of nothing more than a drawing of an eye but it saw well enough. Susan was gone what was there was an animal that regarded them with unfeeling eyes. Susan and Jewel bolted through the door then slammed it behind them, they found a heavy bolt and threw it. The steel wolf shrugged it shoulder and shattered its wooden prison into match sticks. The wolf charged at the steel door closed in front of it, the door creaked with a grinding sound, the door bent but held for now. Bee and Jewel ran further into the asylum.

Bee and Jewel seemed to run for ten minutes twenty minutes they couldn’t tell but after a while they could hear no pursuit just the pounding of there own hearts and the panting of there own lungs. They hid in a cupboard and Bee worked away at the leather strap and gag until she managed to free Jewels arm and jaw. They made there way down a set of steps and finally to what looked like the place they had originally entered the asylum. The door was shut but it wasn’t locked as far as they knew. Bee and Jewel carefully checked around there were no shadows or hiding places for any of there former friends to jump out from. The two girls checked everywhere no scorpions crawled out from under anything the spider didn’t drop down from the ceiling. The wolf didn’t burst through a door there was no trail of water to indicate the slug. The two girls hearts were pounding Bee reached up and pushed the door, it creaked then slowly swung open. They looked outside nervously in the twilight there was nothing about. 

Bee noticed there was something out of place from the last time that they had been there. She wondered what it was, they were so close to freedom she couldn’t afford to make a mistake. They were out the door and going across the courtyard when Bee realised what it was, the Statue of doctor hertz had moved. Bee looked at the statue it had moved from its pedestal then stood back on the spot, the feet didn’t line up also the statue looked different like someone had tried to clean it. The statue moved towards them, Bee shirked and tried to jump back. She tried to shout a warning to Jewel but it was two late. The grinning statue reached its right hand round Bee’s waist and its left hand round Jewel’s waist. Bee tried to punch the statue, it was solid brass Jewel tried to kick it she got exactly the same result the statue grinned an evil leer. The statues mouth moved up and down then side to side. There was a creaking then a shower of dust and sparks came out of its mouth. The statue spoke in a voice that sounded as if someone was speaking through a horn or some other brass instrument it echoed. “my my what pretty girls have come and woken me up, let me introduce my self I am doctor Adrian Genghis Rasputin Hertz. In life I was the master of this place in death I am still the master of this place”. The statue slowly began to move towards the asylums main doors a helpless girl tucked under each arm.

Jewel screamed “what have you done to my friends you sick bastard. The statue that the spirit of Hertz was wearing smiled an evil grin “it is a simple possession, I have called fourth knights of hell to wear the flesh of your friends. In a short space of time I will have there minds as well as there bodies then shortly after that there souls will feed me and my masters, as did all those that died hear in previous times. You see I am a sorcerer it is in my blood, in ancient times my ancestors made a deal with an arch demon they exchanged there humanity for power. They agreed to serve the demons and mingled there blood with demons to gain power. I am distant kin to that which posses your friends and as such I can call upon such powers should I be strong enough and I was strong in life.” the doors to the main building opened under there own power. Doctor Hertz stepped through them, the doors closed and locked behind them in his metallic grip Bee and Jewel continued to struggle.

The doctor slowly walked across the entrance lobby, two small scorpions crawled out from a door way, they stopped then seemed to bob down as if they were bowing. They backed away then seemed to run off to patrol in another direction. The doctor continues “as time goes by your friends will slowly physically change until they take on the full demons form, not just the artificial construct I could make, but that will take years, still I will have years to build up this place to summon more demons soldiers of hell warriors captains and hounds maybe even a demon lord to stand at my back, a succubus to keep me entertained at night, which one of your lovely bodies could she wear”.  

Doctor Hertz slowly walked down the stairs to the basement. Bee tried to grab hold of the door frame but the possessed statue had tremendous strength and the wood was simply pulled out of her grasp. As the doctor walked he continued to rant. “I merged the power of science the very power of the modern world with the ancient powers of sorcery, now I have power unending power eternal. I shall gather my family the sorcers and our cousins the necromancers and all of our kin. The vampires the lamia the werewolves even the ghouls and the orc’s shall find a place hear. One I had a home the nightingale asylum, I left there to start my own family then the scum came and destroyed my family my teachers my pears perished but I survived I am strong now. I have triumphed over death over the creator god”. Doctor Hertz had come to the basement another door hidden behind boxes opened by itself from the maintenance room to reveal a sort of torture chamber, the statue smiled. 

Doctor Hertz carried both the frightened girls into the room, the door closed behind him. There was a rack a pillory a display stand of various whips and pliers. Some sort of weird machine stood up against one wall, it looked like a cross between a generator a vacuum cleaner and a coffee maker, there were heavy cables running in and out of the machine. There was a cage on one side of the room Doctor hertz dropped Bee onto the floor. He threw Jewel across the room so that she came to rest next to The cage. The lights flashed off then came back on Jewel’s top had disappeared as had her tight trousers she was left lying on the floor in nothing but her underwear and socks. She gave Doctor Hertz a defiant look and scrambled to her knees, “you filthy pervert let me and my fiends go”. The statue smiled , the lights flashed off then came back on Jewel was completely naked. She tried to stand up the doctor made a gesture with his hand. Bee noticed the machine in the corner whir to life for a second. Jewel was pushed back down onto the floor , the cage door behind her unlocked and opened. The lights flashed off then came back on Jewel was wearing a tight black leather straight jacket and a big round red ball gag she squealed in indignation. 

The straight jacket around Jewels body spasmed and contracted it became tighter, the jacket also became shiny. The jacket instantly became skin tight the crotch strap pulled tightly between her legs the small amount of slack in the arms disappeared she was forced to violently hug herself, the leather moulded tightly to her breast. The red ball seemed to swell at the same time the strap shrank forcing it in deeper between her lips. The statue smiled the straight jacket around Jewel continued to contract mercilessly squeezing her, it began to look like it was painted onto her body its texture became glossy. The crotch strap became so tight it dug a deep furrow in her flesh between her legs. The arms became so tight it looked like jewels shoulders would dislocate her waist was mercilessly clinched in by the bone crushing pressure of her own arms her torso was crushed by the leather she was finding it hard to breath. The gag grew larger and tighter until the point it looked like her jaw would be dislocated she was on the point of choking, she was drooling uncontrollably. Doctor hertz found her pain filled eyes amusing. 

The doctor waved his hand, Jewel was pushed into the small cage the door slowly shut on her. The doctor gestured with his hands moving them together, the cage slowly began to shrink. The shrinking cage forced Jewel to fold her legs tight against her chest, she could barely fit and it was getting tighter. Cold steel slowly pressed her knees in tightly together She could feel the metal bars press against her shoulders and her back. The cage was slowly taking the shape of her compressed form, a metal bar pressed against her forehead. There was no room her bottom pushed hard up against the back of the cage the bars pressed into her round flesh. Her head touched the top of the cage the bars pressed into every soft bit of flesh she was wedged so tightly she could not move even the smallest piece of her anatomy she could only blink her eyes.

The doctor continued to smile “I think you will be the last for a while, I need at least one of you to toy with for my amusement.” Jewel was horrified as the cage slowly began to change. A metal leg grew from out of the bars it got longer and longer it touched the floor and a long spiky claw formed. From the opposite side of the cage a second leg formed in much the same way. Two more legs began to form from the bars behind them then another two and a final two. There were soon eight spiky legs rising from the cage , the legs became animated and the cage rose from the floor. Two claws slowly began to grow from the front of the cage until it looked like some strange sort of crab. 

Bee watched Jewel started having some sort of seizure, just like Olga her eyes started blinking rapidly uncontrollably. Bee felt the sensation at the back of her head and the pit of her stomach the same as all the other times what could she do. The lights flashed off then came back on around the cage was a pentagram drawn on the floor in black slime, inside it was a circle and other symbols. Bee noticed that the machine in the corner had made a larger whirring noise, Jewel began to blink faster one moment they were blue the next they were an inhuman orange colour. This continued for a few seconds then Jewel closed her eyes. Jewel’s eyes snapped open they were Orange in colour it wasn’t her any more. 

Bee had seen the machine react when he was channelling power, it had something to do with his ability to manipulate reality inside the asylum. Bee ran around Doctor hertz and headed for the machine. The doctor turned round and realised what was going on. The lights flickered on and off Bee found she was wearing a straight jacket, all the straps were as tight as they could possibly be but she kept running forwards. The lights flicked off and on a wide tight strip of grey rubber appeared it stretched over her jaw it kept a lager ball jammed tightly between her lips. Bee did not stop her trainer firmly connected with the delicate machinery. There was a loud bang and smoke started coming up from the machine, her toes went numb. 

Doctor Hertz held out his hand gesturing , absolutely nothing happened he looked at his hand dumbfounded. Bee would have shouted in triumph or laughed at him but unfortunately the gag and straight jacket did not disappear they remained intact. The doctor was very angry he charged arms outstretched. Bee ducked down and skidded across the dirty wet floor sliding between his legs. The doctor seemed to find it harder to move now, the statue he wore slowly turned round, Bee got to her feet kicked the door open and started running not looking back. The Doctor had lot most of his power but he was still able to use the statues physical form, Bee gambled that the doctor was trapped within the asylum’s grounds and ran.

Bee ran the entire thing through her head as she ran, what kind of person a doctor a psychiatrist abuses there position like that. Was he was really a monster the descendent of some sort of demon Bee wondered, she had seen so much evil that night she half believed it. He has such an ego he had build statues to himself , yet his power seemed to come from that machine it was easy enough to destroy. The monster had an ego he failed he had gotten caught then had killed himself rather than face the music knowing he would come back. He had possessesed his own asylum then even his own statue.

Bee was almost at the gate when she realised that it was tightly shut and locked she whimpered. She looked left and right there were no holes in the fence no way to climb over it without her arms. Bee herd foot steps and turned round. There was doctor Hertz to his left was the dancer and the wolf to his right was the slug and the crab, coming up the path was the scorpion mother and a small army of scorpions of varying sizes. The doctor got closer and closer Bee backed up further and further until she hit the cold metal Bee shut her eyes and dropped to the floor.

Then she heard a quiet confident voice “Good evening my name is officer Davis Goldman what exactly is going on hear this isn’t Halloween”. Bee opened her eyes first she looked at the statue of Doctor hertz it stared open mouthed, Bee turned round to look through the gates to a police officer a man of average height wearing a police mans uniform he had a torch in one hand he didn’t even have a gun drawn. Bee tried to scream run save your self, the man seemed to understand her he shook his head. Doctor Hertz reached forwards and picked Bee up he stepped backwards looking at the police officer “foolish mortal you will die soon.” the police officer drew his gun there was a loud band and the officer shot the lock on the gate. The bullet barely scratched the thick metal.

The police officer had a decidedly peeved look on his face. The man put his gun back in its holster. “I guess its time to give up the act” he grumbled, he tilted his head down. When he looked up his eyes glowed faintly white. A faint halo hung around his head two ethereal wings slowly rose from his shoulder blades. His right foot struck the gates square in the centre. Both gates buckled in half and flew of there hinges stopping ten meters away wedged in the ground. The officer moved in a blur he covered the distance between himself and doctor hertz in a fraction of a second. He stood next to the statue his right fist cannoned into the chest denting the metal and sending the statue staggering back dropping Bee. His left hand struck an upper cut that sent doctor hertz flying backwards.

The dancer was on the officer in a second she kicked out her spiked foot, but hit nothing he had moved. The officer grabbed a handful of two of her animated back straps and wrenched them off , he caught her right leg and broke the tip of the spiky boot. The officers left hand glowed white he laid it across her face for a second. Bee watched as the outline of something indescribabley horrible was pushed back out of her friends body she saw it fall downwards into the ground. The dancer disintegrated leaving Melinda‘s unconscious body. Bee saw the wolf take a swipe at the officer he moved back faster than a human could follow. The officer struck the metallic part of the wolf’s right hand with his fist it exploded into shards of metal. The wolf slashed at the officer with its intact left hand, he moved out of the way. The officer kicked out with his right foot through the wolf’s metallic left leg , the leg disintegrated into a shards of metal, slowly the wolf fell over. The officers right hand glowed white he laid it across the wolf mask for a second. Bee watched a second time as the outline of something indescribabley horrible was pushed back out of her friends body, the demon falling downwards. The wolf disintegrated leaving Susan’s unconscious body.

Doctor Hertz had gotten to his feet, he charged at the officer again. The officers foot swept low denting hertz’s right leg knocking him to the ground again. The slug had gotten close enough to try to attack The officer. A jet of acid hit the floor where he had been standing a second ago, The officer closed the gap with the slug his right hand glowed white he laid it across her face for a second. Bee smiled as best she could as the demon was pushed out of her friends body banished falling downwards. The slug disintegrated the thick harness falling apart leaving Claire‘s unconscious body wrapped in several sheets. The crab slashed at the officer with its thorny pincers he caught them and ripped them away from the cage. The officer kicked out with his left foot through two of the crabs metallic legs , the body of the crab fell to the floor. The officers hands pulled a section of the cage away his left hand glowed white. Bee watched the orange glow fade from jewels eyes, the outline a demon was pushed back out of her friends body straight back to hell. The crab disintegrated leaving Jewel’s unconscious body.

Doctor hertz was looking angry he was rapidly losing his allies he gritted his teeth and charged the officer. The officer caught his right hand in one hand then grabbed hold of doctor hertz waist. He lifted the statue effortlessly over his head and hurled it into the air, it travelled twenty feet and struck the earth. The officer looked at the army of scorpions in front of him he held up his hands the air in front of him seemed to vibrate then the scorpions simply disintegrated. The mother came closer to the officer, three needles were fired from her tails as they approached the officer they slowed then dropped out of the air. The officer stepped forwards the scorpion mother started to back up, the officer closed the distance. The officers left hand ripped through the construct pulling two of its tails of. His right hand glowed white he laid it across her face for a second her eyes stopped glowing violet. Bee was cheering behind her gag as the last demon was pushed out of her friends body. What was left of the scorpion disintegrated the leaving Olga’s unconscious body in the wheel chair.

Doctor hertz regained his feet he faced the officer “What are you”? the officer looked solemn “I am a hunter, one that may be the breaker the Bain of your kind”. Bee didn’t understand the exchange but Doctor Hertz seemed to, he continued his questioning “how did you know about this place”? The officer faced him “My mother was the hunt master that led the attack on the nightingale asylum your attempt to build this place was noticed in the records”. Doctor hertz grew angrier “I will show you true power”. Doctor Hertz eye’s glowed red for a second a vague outline in red of something larger surrounded the statue bat wings hooves and horns. The doctor raised his hands balls of fire shot from his finger tips , with a wave of the officers hands the fire balls veered to the left and struck the ground causing two large explosions. The doctor tried again fire balls shot from his hands, but again with a wave of his hand the officer diverted them to harmlessly explode on the open ground.

The Doctor abandoned that strategy he held out his hands his fingers began to elongate until they formed ten sharp daggers. The doctor shook his hand the daggers flew towards the officer , the officer held up one hand. The air in front of him vibrated the daggers slowed then stopped and clattered to the ground. Doctor hertz face scowled in anger his fingers reformed he raised his hands again this time lightning arced from them and struck the police officer. The police officer took a step forwards the lightning continued to hit him, his face knotted in pain but he took another step forwards. Doctor Hertz tried harder the intensity of the lightning hitting the officer increased. The officer was slowing but not stopping anger spread across his face “this isn’t your power your channelling the power of demon lord I would imagine the last favour one of your infernal cousins owes you.”

The officer made the sign of the cross with his right hand the effect on hertz was instant. The statue was hit by an almighty force like an invisible wrenching ball. In a fraction of a second it was thrown two or three hundred meters to impact and imbed in the wall of the asylum. Officer Davies covered that distance in four seconds, “if you wish to bring the higher powers into this remember who we hunters serve”. Doctor Hertz’s brass body was badly mangled and could barely move, the officer laid his hands upon it there was a burning white light. The officer stepped backwards rapidly there was a metallic scream form hertz then he exploded into a fire ball fragments of brass rained down. A second later the roof of the asylum lurched and fell the top floor collapsed then the next and the next then the entire structure disintegrated into a pile of dust.

Officer Davis Goldman walked over to Bee he knelt down and checked her over he turned her round and reached for the straps on her gag. To Bee’s surprise he didn’t release the straps he tightened them a notch or two. Bee didn’t have a clue what was going on as the officer cuffed her right ankle with his hand cuffs then put the other end of the cuff round her left ankle. The officer ratcheted them tight so Bee couldn’t move her ankles, an incredulous look spread across Bee’s face as the officer lifted her effortlessly over his shoulder. The officer spoke in a quiet tone “I am afraid you have seen things you shouldn’t, you know things that people should not know and you have to be put somewhere where you cant hurt anyone with this information”. Bee began to struggle but the straight jacket was so tight The officer continued to explain her fate “I have an agreement with the director of the sunny view asylum you will be taken there, a month or two of intensive treatment psychotropic drugs electro shock therapy and you won’t remember this then they might let you go, a little suffering is good for the soul.”

About fifty yards down the path was a police cruiser parked behind a tree. Officer Davis opened the front passenger door he pushed Bee into the seat. A locking seat belt ensured she would remain in place a strap went over the cuffs holding her ankles in place, she was compleatly trapped.  The officer shut the door walked round to the driver side door he opened it got in the car started the vehicle and drove to the front of the asylum. He stopped the car and got out of the door, he walked to the back of the police car popped the trunk and removed a large duffle bag, the officer walked towards Bee‘s unconscious friends. 

The officer walked over to Melinda she still had her hair in pigtails ,the leg braces had almost disintegrated the straight jacket had been torn up in the fight the large gag was still intact. The officer gently stripped the remains of the straight jacket and leg braces from her body. Under the jacket she still had the mittens. Officer Davis removed a fresh Posey straight jacket from his bag he applied it tightly and quickly then he locked Melinda’s ankles together with a pair of cuffs. The officer picked her up and took her to the police cruiser he put her in the back seat and strapped her in place to the right hand side of the car, he strapped her ankles in place and locked the seat belt in place.

The officer walked over to the remains of the scorpion he pulled the straps off Olga then pulled her out of the chair she still had her clothes on. Officer Davis removed a fresh Posey straight jacket and a large ball gag from his bag, he applied them tightly and quickly then he locked Olga’s ankles together with a pair of cuffs. The officer picked her up and took her to the police cruiser he put her in the back seat and strapped her in place to the middle seat of the car he strapped her ankles in place and locked the seat belt in place. The officer walked over to the bundle of canvas that had been the slug. he unwrapped the bundle and pulled the naked and damp Claire out. Officer Davis removed a fresh Posey straight jacket and a large ball gag from his bag, he applied them tightly and quickly then he locked Claire’s ankles together with a pair of cuffs. The officer picked her up and took her to the police cruiser he put her in the back seat and strapped her in place, to the left hand seat of the car he strapped her ankles in place and locked the seat belt in place.

The officer walked over to the remains of the wolf he took a lot of time pulling it apart and extracting Susan’s unconscious body. Officer Davis removed a fresh Posey straight jacket from the bag and a large ball gag and some cuffs he applied them tightly and quickly then he pulled Susan’s ankles up tight to her body, he tightly hog tied her with the pair of cuffs. The officer walked over to the remains of the crab the cage had disintegrated but the straight jacket and the ball gag were intact tightly confining Jewel. Officer Davis removed a pair of cuffs he applied them tightly and quickly then he pulled Jewel’s ankles up tight to her body he tightly hog tied her with the pair of cuffs. The officer put the bag over his shoulder he picked up the hogtied girls like two bits of luggage, he calmly walked over to the patrol car and stuffed Susan and Jewel in the trunk along with the mostly empty bag, then shut the trunk.

With the six girls tightly packaged into the squad car the officer walked over to the drivers side got in buckled up and started the car. He turned on the radio and started the long drive to the sunny views asylum slowly his passengers woke up and began there futile struggle as they were taken to a new nightmare.