Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

There was no pain in her body, but where the bandage was, there was such pain in her skin as if her skin was being pushed down with a needle so damn ruthlessly. Her skin once again twinged when she moved her left hand. Tears were continuously falling from her eyes in utter agony. She wasn't being tortured physically but her mental condition was also the same. Some of Sanam's actions had spoiled Heer's mind. Now maybe if she had stayed here even for a moment, she would have gone completely insane. He knows how to play with the mind. He is overdrive and sharp. "So you're up, babe…" she heard his casually calm voice from behind. She snapped her head towards him. He was standing near the door, h

Without saying another word I practically run out of his office. Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

Then Samantha came and joined the celebration. *** Janine was staring at nowhere at twelve midnight. She looks at the camera that has been monitoring her. No one was raping her, but she still feel that someone is entering her and fucking her. And every time that she closed her eyes—she could still see those bulky men in her mind. She could see those gays that have big breasts like a woman. For days that they transfer in this crazy facility. Everyone around are crazy. And she's also losing her insanity as time passes.

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

Light burst through the dark, blinding my eyes as flashes of my mother staring into Deimos’ eyes flooded in, her memories bleeding into mine — standing like a shield between him and me. ‘He is your enemy. The one you need to — have to — end.’ Her bitterness, her hatred and her wrath overwhelmed me. My fists clenched, my jaw locked, and my body trembled, not with fear, but with pure, consuming rage. Symptoms of the Madness affliction: heavy, lifeless eyes ringed with chronic bruise-like dark circles. Normally, I would have cowered beneath such a sublime presence, but holding his gaze, I glared right into his eyes.

Half disassembled machines whir and spark erratically, and in the center of the room are three tables. There are people laying on two of them, if you could even call the failed creations people. Different limbs have been removed, dissected, and then reattached and now twitch unnaturally. Their eyes are glassy, their souls no longer home, and it takes everything in me to not vomit. On the third lies a woman, her chest moving in sporadic puffs. Still alive, but barely.

" That was how her ECT became cranked to the maximum setting, and her sedative dosages were the highest possible. She'd once thought sanity was her escape from criminal law, but now, she lived through every second of her day with endless fear and torture. Every minute and second of her life was agony. … A month later, Samuel called while I was pleasantly enjoying my afternoon tea. Through the phone, he sounded troubled. "Mr. Crane, your wife… She's been extremely agitated lately. She's been crying and insisting on seeing you. "She says she has something very important to tell you in person. She knows she's made a mistake, and she's begging for just one chance to see you."

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

The man collected the manuscript and read the title out loud - "THE FAMILY THAT KILLS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER by Ludo Sakala." “Woooow, this title is catchy!” The man exclaimed. “Ludo Sakala?” “She’s just an innocent girl don’t hurt her please.” “Do I look like I can hurt anyone?” “I don’t know!” Kent answered. “You seem dangerous though.” “I’m leaving now Kent. We are not yet done,” the man smiled devilishly. “What ….. What…… What do you mean we are not done?” Kent stammered. The man turned around and looked at Kent. “By the way, I’m Brains,” he laughed and left Kent’s office.

I suddenly injected into the silence. I watched his lips curve upward. “I followed the glitter.” Before I could say anything, that same biker bar came into view. What was different was the half-naked women in pumps. Well shit! At least I dressed the part.