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ASYLUM AU - INSANE ARTHUR   Alright…. Insane Arthur!!  Story behind it:   

Hi, it's chapter three. Finally.

AJ: It's been 4 days since the Doctor Silk "incident" he fully recovered which is such bullshit but Jas got transferred to Doctor Hard Rock which is good no more pain coming to her. speaking of Silk I heard from a few of the nurses that a new patient will be coming today and that patient gets to be tortured by Silk. Heh I should stop talking Kael gets angry every time I do this.

Time flys when all you can do is daydream all the horrible shit you'll get up to.

PTSD

Asher Cooke: Patient. Schizophrenia, Social anxiety disorder for the most part, he also has some signs of kleptomania and pica. Being stressed out all through out his life, with his social anxiety and parents pressuring him to be successful.  One day he just snapped and attempted to sacrifice some girl from his school to an old god or something of that nature. He had completely lost it. By the time he got some sense back, he was halfway through his trial. He hasn't been a model patient since coming to the asylum, he often is in solitary. For trying to bite people, other think he's trying to eat them. And he might be, but who really knows?  Asher hasn't been himself since he lost his mind, that's for sure. He thinks that spirits are trying to kill him, because he failed to sacrifice that girl to the god that day. 

"Plugs, check. Vibrators, check. Spreader bar, check. Cock cage and sounding rod, check. But I'm kinda nervous about the rod. Sounds painful... Wax kit, check. Enema kit, check. See, that I like. I like feeling clean, even if it don't feel the greatest when you make me hold it. The ginger plug is already carved. See? I put it in a bag so it wouldn't dry out. That fucker burns... Oh, I put the fresh bar of soap too. Umm... Nipple clamps are here. Restraints are here, but you won't need them. Condoms and lube, check check." He went over the list several times to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.

"Over here I got out all the other stuff you asked for. The straps and canes, my hairbrush and martinet. I got the paddle you made with my name on it too, just in case. Worst Christmas gift ever, by the way. I would've preferred a bottle of wine. I didn't get no slippers. I fucking hate that. I don't care what you say, I'll never accept those. But I obeyed your wishes and made up the birch rod like you said. It's sitting in the brine and it's really really scary so I hope you don't use that. I pulled out a few different outfits. I wasn't sure which one you wanted to see me in. And I didn't forget the collar neither... And I brought my punishment journal like you said. I think I was a really good boy for the most part. This was hard for me to set up. I ain't never gotten so prepared in my life... I'm ready to start when you are. Just tell me how you want me."