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NOTE: All the chapters of this fanfiction I have made I am not proud of until after chapter 5, as I had started more storytelling classes at the time around making 5. I am not proud of these first few chapters anymore, and once the whole story is done, I will come back and revise it!

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I arrived at Mount Massive Asylum in Colorado, USA. They initiated contact with me because they thought the patients could use some motivational speaking. The patients here are mentally ill folk, criminals, etc. I heard they are putting me with the tamest of patients to speak. I have struggled with mental health issues, but the guys here have it way worse than I ever had. The asylum did let me know that all the patients are males, which I thought was kind of weird, but I heard from a friend of a friend something sketchy happened and they had to remove all female patients for health reasons or something. As a girl myself, I hope the dudes control themselves with me. The guards will be present the whole time when I speak. I walked through the main doors and went up to the counter. I told them I was here for motivational speaking. Apparently, it will be in the gymnasium. I looked around the administration block, noticed lots of employees on their computers working, and I observed the interior scenery.

A guard and a higher up named Jeremy Blaire led me to the gymnasium, which was quite a walk from the administration block of the asylum.

About 20 inmates were there in chairs lined up in the gym, with tons of guards in the back. I let Jeremy know I had to just prep up and use the restroom before I began my speech. He showed me to the bathroom, and I locked the door. The bathroom was located within the gym and near rooms meant for the working inmates.

This is when shit starts going down. Alarms start going off, telling all personnel to escape the building. I hear a ruckus from all directions, and it's like the gymnasium became a wrestling match. I couldn't see, but I knew people were being murdered. Gunshots sounded. This went on for hours. I barricaded myself in the bathroom. My mental state began to deteriorate. I hate change. I feel terrible for all those inmates, probably scared and delusional.

I don't know how long I was locked up in the bathroom for. It was a while; I remember waking up off the floor as if I had passed out. My phone was dead. I can't tell the time. In a rush to do any form of self-soothing, I kept a weed cartridge in my purse. I took a big hit. Probably not the best idea being in this situation, but I had too. I needed to calm down in any way I could.

I passed out at some point again. I woke up, and it was very quiet. Not sure how long time has passed. I get up off the floor and I think about escaping now. It was quiet, so it was a good time to get out. I move some lockers out of the way where I blocked the door, and I slowly open it.

Death awaits me. Dead dudes all over the floor of the gymnasium where I was supposed to do a motivational speech. I slowly walk into the gymnasium with my purse on my shoulder. I am still in shock. I am just glad it wasn't me with my head chopped off. The power had gone out mostly, but some lights remained. I enter a new room, too dark for me to tell what is inside of it because my eyes are adjusting. Feeling for my surroundings with my hands reached out, I found a table. I take a seat on the table. My eyes are adjusted now.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps. I turn to look from where they are coming from.

“Darling."

A deep and dreamy voice spoke.

A very tall and muscularly built man appears. His eyes are bloodshot, some of the skin on his face red and raw looking. He is fitted in what looks like to be a sewed together groom outfit. His hair is in a shaved undercut with black hair slicked back. He has a handsome bow tie fitted to his suit and is wearing fingerless black gloves.

“H-hello," I said shyly back. He slowly approached me, looking down at me on the table.

“I know you are lonely. Do you want love? It has been quite chaotic just now, but you seem more collected than the rest of the lunatics here…" He spoke.

His charming voice made a part of me I will not name pulse.

“I am so scared, I am lonely, I don't know what is going on… can you help me?" I requested.

He reached for my hand, and he held it in his.

“You have me now, darling. You do not have to fear when you are with me." He gently kissed my hand. My lips parted in awe of how crazy I felt. Maybe it is the weed. I don't know what it is, but this man makes me feel safe.

“Let me get you somewhere safe. It is dangerous here, darling. We can talk more there. Stick with me, love." He spoke into my ear.

I am blushing so hard. He sees me smile in this chaos. I look into his eyes, and he delicately lifts me up into his arms, and I let him, because what is even going on anymore?

So strong…

Who is this man? He looks like an inmate, but he is so gentle. As he carries me, I ask his name.

His name is Eddie Gluskin.

My heart is racing. I feel his warmth around me. I hold onto him tighter.

“The moment I saw you, I knew it was true love," he whispered.

He takes me to a room with a bunch of lockers and bloody tables. There are some corpses around, which I could care less about, all I am focusing on right now is Eddie.

He lets me down. I set my purse next to me. His height must be at least 6'7''. I am only 5'4''. Gazing up at him makes my face turn red. My stomach growls, I haven't eaten for hours, maybe even a day, hard to tell. Eddie scans the room to make sure there aren't any patients around besides us.

“Tell me your name, darling."

I tell him mine.

“Beautiful name that fits you perfectly. You look like God put extra time into creating you."

I blush harder.

“Thank you, Eddie…" I grin. “Now, Eddie, what has happened here? I was supposed to be here to give some motivational speeches…I had to hide in the bathroom…"

“It is like all hell has broken loose. Patients escaped. I did some things I had to do to make them stop coming around, and even they betrayed me."

A wave of adrenaline comes over me, but I am used to it at this point.

I giggled, “I am sure they did something to deserve that fate…"

I see an old mattress in the corner of the room near some windows. I hope I can sleep there tonight. My body is exhausted and now I am with this guy. As I glanced away, he abruptly pulled my head back in his direction.

“I need you to be my bride. I have never seen anyone quite like you."

I have no words; I just stare into his blue eyes.

“We can have the ceremony tomorrow. You seem so tired, my love. It must have been so terrifying being alone here, but you have me now."

This guy is forward as hell, but I love it.

I give him the look of approval. He picked me up again, gentle like I am a flower. He laid me on that mattress in the corner of the room. He got on his knees to be down towards me. I am on my back, slightly sitting up to look at him.

“I know we just met, but I already feel crazy for you…" I admit softly, looking away, slightly embarrassed. What has gotten into me? Suddenly, my world is now him. Nothing else matters. Not all this chaos and death, only him.

“Oh darling, I feel the same."

He leaned in to kiss me. Everything around me disappeared and it was only him and me. As we kissed, I felt a tear go down his cheek. We kiss harder. I don't know much about this man, but I want to know more.

Our lips parted.

“I…I am glad you didn't run from me." Eddie whispered.

“I would never run from you." He is my only hope to get out of this asylum, and I want to do it with him.

Outside the window, the sun is setting. It is all quiet in the asylum.

He held my hand again, “Let me get you a blanket, darling. You must be freezing in that outfit…"

I am wearing a pink tank top and low-rise gray jeans with fishnets.

“Stay here, I will get you a blanket. After the ceremony, we can share a bed."

He gets up, kisses my hand, and sets out to find a blanket. My heart is on fire. We have only known each other for maybe 30 minutes, but I want him. 5 minutes later, Eddie returns, carrying a white blanket with sewn patches all over it, he must have made it himself.

“I am back, my love. I am so sorry I left you." He drapes the blanket on top of me. He rubs my cheek. “Please get some rest for tonight. I will be awake all night to watch over you, darling, I won't let anything happen to you."

The sun has set, the room is only now lit by moonlight. He has been walking around this room for hours now, stopping to watch for any danger. I finally succumb to the sandman, and I drift off.

Am I dreaming? Is this some type of sick nightmare? Did the asylum really have an outbreak? I was only supposed to be here for some motivational speaking.

My brain starts to wake again, being triggered by hearing scuffling, getting louder and louder as I come back to my senses. I open my eyes and see a deformed patient running directly to my bed.

This is it. I thought I was dreaming, but this is real. I am about to die by the hands of the same people I came to help.

Right before he reached my bed, he was abruptly grabbed from behind. A knife pops out of his chest. Blood shoots onto my face. It was Eddie. And he was pissed. He grabs the guy's neck and throws him against the wall and raises him up without hesitation, choking him. The man claws at Eddie's hands for his life, kicking him, but it doesn't do much. One of his kick's hits Eddie in the crotch, leading him to let go of his grip. The patient runs off, and Eddie follows him.

“YOU'RE NOT DONE DYING, YOU BITCH!" Eddie screams as he runs after him into the darkness. I crawl back into the corner of the wall and grip the blanket tight.

I am terrified, but also, oddly turned on.

10-15 minutes later, Eddie walks back into the room.

“Darling! Are you okay? I am so sorry I didn't kill him fast enough! Please tell me you are alright?!"

He runs up to me and hugs me on the bed. His warm body around me makes me feel at peace again.

“You saved me…" I said breathlessly.

“I won't ever let that happen again…"

An hour later, he sits me down at a table near my bed to get me breakfast. I have no idea where he found the meat, but I don't even care anymore, I am starving. It tastes weird, but who gives a shit. This is life or death. He sits down across from me.

“Eat up, love. The ceremony is tonight. I can't wait to make you my bride."

After breakfast, he shows me to another room, full of handmade wedding gowns.

“Woah, you made all of these?" I gasped.

“Yes, darling. All for you. Pick one you like; I am sure they will fit you."

I smile and kiss him. I notice anytime we kiss, Eddie has the biggest smile on his face after. The world around me is falling down, but I have this. Maybe I am reverting mentally, the advice I have used to help people I no longer am using on myself. I am now set to be “married" to an inmate I just met, who has already killed and mutilated others. If I was in the same position he was, maybe I'd be a little wacky too. I will know more about him soon; I want to know his story.

He gestures to a more private room for me to try the dresses on in, he opens the door for me, and I walk in.

The door closes behind me, and I hear him through the door, “Whichever one you choose, my love, will look beautiful."

I picked a long and flowy dress; I cannot believe he made all of these himself. I rubbed the stitches that were embedded into it and thought about how much work he put into them. It reminds me of when I found Eddie, I saw scattered drawings on old paper of dresses. In the moment I was just so focused on the situation to not even question it, but these dresses here reminded me. The window on the door I saw Eddie waiting for me. Our eyes locked through the windows, and that is when I started to undress. He bashfully looked away, but I saw him sneak some peaks.

I walked out of the room in the wedding gown, and he suddenly hugged me, lifting my feet off the ground and slowly letting me down, and while he did, he had the biggest smile I think I ever saw him show. He played with my golden hair.

“Our wedding is going to be delightful. I cannot wait to make you my wife. It is everything I have ever dreamed of." He spoke softly. He put his hands around my waist to feel the dresses fitting, or maybe just an excuse to touch my curves. I put my hands on hips and look up at him and into his eyes. I reach up to his head to pet his hair.

“Darling, I cannot take it anymore…" He whimpered, grabbing my neck to pull me in to lock lips. I let out a quiet moan, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. His other hand pulls my hips against his. It was steaming up fast, and we aren't even married yet…

Our lips unlock, tongues covered in smooth, wet saliva.

“I must save what I want to do to you for later, after our ceremony…"

Soon it became time for the ceremony. Empty chairs lined in a makeshift church, and a photo of some type of priest hung in the center where the vowels will be said. As I tidied myself up for the big moment near the room while Eddie waited, I noticed classified documents laying on the dusty concrete floor. I curiously picked one up. It said:

"Case Number: 196

Patient: EDDIE GLUSKIN

Consultation Dated: 2013.06.09

Initial Date of Patient Consult: 2013.02.14

Patient Age: 46

Gender: Male

Observing Physician: Dr. Garett Snow

THERAPY STATUS:

Lucid dreaming figures remain as murky as ever; Gluskin claims near constant control of his dream state, yet correspondence between his narrative and REM cycles. Highly arhythmic REM/NREM. Morphogenic Engine activity plateaus at 90 PPM.

DIAGNOSTICS:

Heavy bronchial accumulation. The rashes associated with hormone therapy have receded and vanished since we stopped using latex tubing.

INTERVIEW NOTES:

Gluskin remains a frustrating interview subject; he's still trying to tell us what he thinks we want to hear, while studiously avoiding certain elements of the truth. His childhood remains an obvious fiction, he's claiming to have grown up in "Leave it to Beaver," despite a traumatically violent ongoing sexual experience that is a matter of public and medical record. When I confronted him with the photographs his father and uncle took, he responded with a mixture of laughter and anger, and restraints were issued.

He similarly refuses to discuss his victims, both categorically and specifically. When I showed him pictures of the women, he would not admit that they were dead or mutilated.

He is still claiming advancement in the Morphogenic Engine program that he has not yet achieved, said that he could clearly hear the voice of the Walrider just by closing his eyes. Clearly he's still trying to curry the favor of his doctors. I won't speculate what he expects to gain by it."

My heart drops reading about the abuse that happened to my soon to be husband. I had a feeling Murkoff was sketchy, but I came here anyway, out of the goodness of my heart I wanted to help the hurting, but I didn't know it was this deep. What is the morphogenic engine? Why did they force him into it? He didn't deserve what his parents did to him.

I don't care if he is batshit crazy. I want him. He is all that matters to me now. I have him and he has me. Nothing else in this hellhole matters but us.

I started to tear up. Tears fell onto the document, landing on the parts detailing his past abuse. He has blood on his hands, but I could care less. I have done shit in my life, too. I know he won't kill me. And if he does, it must be for good reason. I trust him.

Quickly, I hid the documents, and wiped the tears from my eyes. My old makeup I had on from days ago was still on somehow, black smudges remained on my lower eyelids. I wiped the frown off my face quickly. I now know what happened to him, why he was here, why he is the way he is. He is beautiful to me, regardless of what he has done. Maybe I am losing it, too, but it doesn't matter. What matters is our love.

It is now time for our ceremony.

Lights shined onto Eddie, who stood at the altar. I slowly walked down the aisle. I made it to the altar, the light almost blinding me.

He grabbed my hands to hold. “Do you take me as your groom, forever, in life and in death?"

I nodded. “I do. I will be your bride forever."

We came together and locked lips again. Energy zapped through my body. I felt a tear go down his cheek. I want to be consumed by him entirely.

After the makeshift wedding, we stood holding hands by my bed, and he at some point must have put another mattress next to mine connecting them. I know what he wants, and he wants it bad. I want to be the best self I can be for him, and I am not suitable for him in the state I am in, unwashed and unclean.

I tug his arm. “E-Eddie, I am dirty, can I wash up before we consummate our love?"

“Oh yes darling, I will show you to the washroom. Then you will be a gift for me."

He shows me to a nearby washroom. I pick out the cleanest possible working shower to use. I cannot be that dirty when he goes down on me. Both of us stood silent for a second, until he got down on his knees and looked up at me.

“Darling, let me get this off for you…" he murmured. He slowly ran his hands up my legs erotically. My face is as hot as an oven now. He locked into my eyes, and he began tugging on my pink thong hidden beneath the dress.

He huffed, “Darling…how vulgar…"

I am sweating now. He takes his time to pull them down, and when they are low enough, he notices how they are soaked.

He felt my secretions with his fingers, “You really cannot wait, can you?"

“I must… be clean for you, first…"

“I will help bathe you, like how they did me."

He rose up again to reach for the back of the dress to unzip me. He pushed his impressive bulge into me, and with his height, it was touching my back. He gazed down at me, and he began to unzip the white dress.

“No brassiere darling? Oh, you're sinful…" He smirked.

I covered my face with my hands, feeling so exposed and dirty…but I liked it. He folded the dress and put it down on a dresser next to the showers.

“Are you nice and clean too?" I asked shyly. “Yes, darling…I take my appearance seriously, but right now I'm most focused on yours… so beautiful…" I am fully naked like the day I was born now, and he opened the door to the clean shower for me. He peered over my shoulder to reach for the handles to turn the shower on to a good temperature. He made sure the water was to my liking. I got under the hot stream of water. Finally, some clean water… I sighed from how relieved I was to finally wash up for the first time in days? Not sure how long it has been exactly that I have been locked in this hellhole, but at least I have him. His eyes aren't moving off me. It has been ages since he has seen a woman, yet alone a living one. He is engraving in his brain every inch of my body.

I grabbed some soap and started lathering up, and as I did, I saw his mouth part slightly, his cheeks flushed. He was salivating at the sight of me. I cleaned every crevice of me extra good, because I am his gift for him to unwrap.

After I finished drying off, he picked me up over his shoulder and brought us back to the beds. The moonlight shone just right onto the mattresses.

“Time to get pregnant, darling" He groaned, placing me down onto the bed, I bounced slightly when I landed, as he stood there, starting to unbutton his pants.

That made me remember. I haven't had my pills. And we are about to raw dog it.

When he pulled down his underwear, it took some force to get it over his massive boner. He peered over me, face flushed, breathing heavily. I got off my back and put my face directly in front of his massive cock. Bigger than I expected, even for someone his build, and it was very girthy.

“Darling, what are you-"

I stuffed his dick into my wet mouth and began sucking. My hands wrapped around his legs and massaged them. As I continue, one of his eyes is twitching so slightly from the pleasure. He opens his mouth and groans heavily. I take his cock deep down my warm throat.

“Ahgh, you really are a little slut," he moaned, as pleasure filled his whole body.

I continued to suck for a little more, until he grabbed my head and pulled his dick out of my mouth.

He is breathless, “I know you want to welcome my seed, darling…"

He grabbed my wrists and pushed me onto my back again and lifted my legs onto his broad shoulders. I let out a whine, his dick was pushed against my opening.

Then, the whole thing slipped in, “you…need my seed emptied here instead…" he moaned as he began pushing his cock deep into me, in and out, quickly to make a slap sound continuously.

I couldn't be quiet anymore, I let out a scream of pleasure so loud I'm sure anyone else around would hear. One of his hands let go of my wrists and started to squeeze my breasts. They bounced steadily with his every thrust.

“Fuck darling, you feel…so good…" He groaned, squeezing my wrists tighter now, he started pounding me even harder, I was in awe watching him as he fucked me, sweat forming on his face and dripping onto my soft belly. His cock was so deep it was bumping into my cervix, which felt so good with a sprinkle of pain, just right. The fucking was audible, even besides our moans, the slipping in and out of me was loud in this quiet room. He abruptly pulls out, looks at me with hypnotized horny eyes. He crawled above me, pushed himself back inside of me, using his muscular arms to prop him up while he inserts again, his hands placed on either side of my head. I whimper as he begins pumping again, and I wrap my legs around him in a mating press. Our heavy breaths became synchronized, he put his forehead on mine. He is watching my perky breasts bounce, and then back up at my face. My moaning gets faster now, and so does he, his groaning gets closer together.

“I…won't stop…until you are impregnated…" he said, trying to catch his breath. Switching positions, we maneuvered into doggy, his grip on my hips so hard they might bruise as he pushed me onto his huge cock.

“Darling, I am so close," he whimpered, his grip becoming shaky. His hands move from my hips to the back of my neck, pushing me onto him while making it hard to breath for me. He gets faster, squeezing the back of my neck, another hand grips my hip.

“Get pregnant, darling!" He thrusts as hard and fast as he can now. I can barely keep my balance but am being held up by his strength on my neck. He is about to cum, and I am too, tears slide down my face from how good it feels, better than anything I have ever felt in my whole life. He suddenly stops thrusting, pushes himself as deep as my pussy will allow, and he lets out an animalistic groan.

“I, I'm cumming, darling, oh god," I feel his fat cock inside of me twitching, pumping loads of hot cum deep inside of me. He lets go of my neck and pushes my hips into his as far as they would go. It still is pumping cum into me, his load so big you know he hasn't cum in over a year.

“I….I was saving… it for you," he whispered, and finally pulled out, and he rolled onto his back next to me. Still on all fours, I looked at him with my face absolutely destroyed, makeup ruined, hair all over the place. His hand reached out and pushed my chest to the bed, ass in the air.

“Eddie…that was…mind blowing." I said, out of breath.

“I love you, darling. Stay in this position for a little…make sure my seed implants." He kisses my arm, my shoulder, all the parts of me he can reach lying down. A few minutes pass, and he grabs my hips to pull me against him, spooning me. An insane amount of cum falls out of me as we change positions. He must have had that pent up for a very long time. I reach my neck over my shoulder, and we kiss like we have never kissed before.

“You did so fucking good, I am one lucky groom."

“I love you, Eddie."

“I love you, darling."

We fall asleep cradling each other, while his seed slowly drips out of me.