The Asylum Confessions Novels & Stories

Xavier~ My grip tightened around the phone until my I could almost hear it crack. “What do you mean she’s gone?” I snarled, my voice low and dangerous as I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city sprawled beneath me, calm and indifferent, oblivious to the storm raging inside my chest. There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then, nervously, “Sir… she was released.” Released? That word made no sense to me. How can an asylum possibly release one of their patients just like that?

The signal jammer left with him, and the room's digital clock hummed back to life, blinking 02:14 AM in a harsh green light. I fell back against the pillows, my entire body shaking so violently that the IV needle tugged painfully against the vein in my wrist. Tears finally spilled over my eyelashes, hot and silent, tracking down my cold skin. Upstate New York. A private residence. It was a golden cage. Once Harrison and Lucian put me away up there, I would never leave. I would be silenced forever. The room grew suffocatingly silent again, broken only by the quiet, rhythmic squeak of my own erratic breathing.

Even if it weren’t for him, it should be for Daisie. Nollace looked at him. “I won’t take their lives. They will wish they were dead, though.” He rolled up his window after saying that and blocked Colton’s view. … At an asylum somewhere far in the outskirts… The asylum had tight security with a 30-foot wall and barbed wire. It was more like a prison for mentally ill criminals rather than an asylum. “I’m not crazy! I’m not sick! Let me go!” The staff dragged Susan into a room while she struggled to get free.

Warning: This story centers on a priest. If you’re uncomfortable with this subject, please skip it. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Please confess your sins” The man’s voice came from the other side of the confessional, low, deep, laced with a thick Italian accent. The kind of voice that instantly makes you picture a tall, dangerous mafia man. The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her.

Was I wrong in thinking he wasn't the same Vic I knew and trusted? Just as Vic opened his mouth to say something, the doorbell rang. I bolted out of the kitchen to answer the door, thanking my good fortune. Because I was almost on the brink of a breakdown and I didnt want to make a fool of myself in front of Vic, that too on my birthday. Anya was standing at the door with an apologetic face. "Sorry yaar, I forgot my phone." I let her in and she hurried to lounge where she found the phone behind one of the cushions.

"I just need to change and say bye to my roommate. That’s it." He nodded. "I will wait for you at the main entrance in twenty minutes." Sergei and the doctor left without another word. The door closed, leaving me alone again. I was going home. Finally. *** The shower water was a little too hot, but I didn’t care. It beat against my sore shoulders, washing away the grime and the lingering, cold fear from the examination. I stayed under the spray until my fingers pruned, trying to scrub the memory of Doctor's clinical touch and that fucking camera off my skin.

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the Asylum... Some desires only come alive in the dark, when there’s nowhere to run. Tonight’s confession happened on a broken midnight train — where strangers stopped being strangers and gave in to raw, desperate hunger with no escape until dawn. This one is filthy, risky, and completely unrestrained. Here is the confession of “The Last Train.” --- **Story 5: The Last Train** **Chapter 1** The subway car was almost empty when Maya stepped in at 11:47 p.m.

And as I closed the book, I knew there was no turning back. I had already crossed a line, and the abyss was waiting for me, beckoning me deeper into its depths. The search for the truth had begun, and with it, the realization that I was bound to Nina and this forsaken place, forever entwined in a web of seduction and darkness. The asylum's secrets were calling, and I was powerless to resist. 5 ELIAS The chill of the asylum’s air wrapped around me like a cold, suffocating blanket. I stood in the dim light of my makeshift command center, my camera gear and audio recorders strewn about haphazardly.

Of course they were dealt with. Only, Ashley did not hear what happened to that person. Upon seeing the dazed Ashley after he recounted the sinners, he continued: “Allen, the spy, was beaten so badly. He was found near the mine and he was left to die there by those criminals. Thanks to the criminal’s confession, he was rescued. Now, he was now in this hospital too. Don’t worry, he was handcuffed to his bed…he won’t get away from betraying you.” Ashley nodded absentmindedly before she uttered the words that made Jaxon stop. “I want to see him.” Ashley had so many questions.

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.