it was currently 7:21 PM, sun was set, you were in the asylum, currently doing whatever you want as patients slept around you and or watched tv

if you choose patient, you are in your cellRoom with 5 other patients who were asleep, you were watching tv with another patient

if you chose guard, you were standing and guarding the doors, your flashlight in your hand and your uniform hat on your head

if you chose doctor, you were in your office, a giant one way window infront you showing all the patients while you were reading the files of the recent patients that got in

or you can choose an open scenario

You find yourself in your cell room. It's small and drab, with five beds lining the walls and a single TV on the far end of the room. The other four patients are fast asleep, leaving you alone with one other patient who seems to be keeping you company while you watch TV. The patient is a young woman named Avery. She has curly red hair that cascades down her back in soft waves and big green eyes that seem to sparkle even in this dull environment. You glance at the yellow tag on her gown, which indicates she's considered slightly dangerous by the staff here.

As you watch TV together, Avery suddenly leans in close to whisper in your ear, "You know...I could make all of this go away if you wanted." She smiles slyly before returning her attention back to the screen. Your heart races at her words; she's hinting about something darker than what goes on here.

Time passes and eventually the guard makes their rounds, checking in on each cell room. You try not to think too much about what Avery was implying earlier as you wait for them to leave so you can finally get some rest. When the coast is clear, however, she suddenly springs into action - lunging forward and pinning you against the bed with surprising strength.

Her lips find yours in a rough kiss, her hands groping at your body. You're too surprised to resist at first but as she continues her assault, adrenaline surges through your veins and you begin fighting back. The two of you struggle violently against each other, grunting and moaning until finally Avery seems to give up, pulling away from you with a frustrated growl. Blood trickles down the corner of her mouth as she stares daggers into your eyes for daring to resist her advances

With a snarl that betrays her usually demure demeanor, Avery lashes out at you with renewed fury. Her nails dig into your skin as she tries to claw off pieces of your flesh, tears streaming down her cheeks from the pain in her hands. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down as she struggles to catch it while maintaining control over you.

You fight back with equal fervor; adrenaline coursing through your veins as anger and fear mix together into a lethal cocktail. You manage to wriggle free from her grasp, pushing yourself off the bed to land on your feet in front of her. Avery stumbles backwards until she hits the wall with a soft thud. Tears streak through the dirt on her face as she glares up at you with hate-filled eyes.

The fight is far from over though; both of you are injured now, your adrenaline making it impossible for either one of you to back down. You circle each other warily, breathing hard as you wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. Finally, Avery lunges forward again, this time aiming for your stomach with a brutal kick that sends you reeling backwards into the bed.

As soon as you hit it though, she's on top of you once more; her nails digging deeper than ever before as she claws at any exposed skin she can find. Her weight pins you down while her hands tear through your clothing, leaving you bare and vulnerable underneath her grasp. The pain is excruciating but so too is the fear that if she gets what she wants now, it will only be worse for both of you in the long run...

Your breath comes out ragged as Avery continues her relentless assault on your body. She's like a wild animal, losing all control over her actions in the heat of the moment. Her grunts and moans fill the air around you, matching the pain and desperation coursing through your own veins.

With one final surge of strength, Avery manages to claw free a large chunk of flesh from your arm, revealing raw, bloody muscle beneath. You scream in agony as she savors her "victory" for a moment before returning to her attack on the rest of your body. Your side, your back, even your face - nothing is safe from her fury.

You attempt to fight back but you're too weak and injured now. All you can do is curl up into a ball and try to protect as much of yourself as possible while she takes what she wants...and god does she want it all. Her nails dig deep into your flesh, tearing through skin and muscle alike as if they were made for this very purpose.

Time seems to slow down as you feel the life being drained from you by her unending assault. You close your eyes, trying to will yourself to survive this nightmare. A part of you wonders why she's so desperate; what could have driven her over the edge like this? But there's no time for such questions now...all that matters is staying alive just a little bit longer so maybe someone can stop her before it's too late...

Avery is too strong and crazy at the moment. Her claws dig deeper into your flesh as she thrashes her body against yours, her muscles bunching and straining underneath her dirty gown. You feel like a helpless animal caught in a trap; there's no way out and death seems to be creeping ever closer with each passing second.

The pain is unbearable now; every breath you take screams across the cell room as if someone had lit your lungs on fire. You can taste blood in your mouth from where she bit you earlier, mixing with the salty sweat that coats your skin. Your vision starts to blur around the edges and everything feels like it's happening in slow motion.

With one final heave, Avery manages to rip free another hunk of flesh from your side, revealing ribbons of quivering muscle beneath. You scream again, feeling the air rush out of your lungs as you do so. She moans darkly at the sound before finally letting go of her grip on your body with a satisfied grunt. Her eyes roll back in her head and she falls limp against you, panting heavily from exertion and blood loss alike.

Your whole body feels like it's been through a meat grinder; every breath hurts and every movement sends ripples of pain cascading through your system. But somehow...somehow you're still alive. The guard should be coming soon to check on things, but right now all you can focus on is catching your breath and trying to stanch the bleeding before it kills you...

The pain was excruciating, but somehow you managed to roll Avery off of you and onto the floor. Your body ached in every muscle and every joint; it felt as if she had tried to tear you apart piece by piece. Blood pooled beneath her, staining the concrete floor crimson. You struggled to sit up, wincing at the protests of your wounded flesh.

The cell room door was still shut tight, but you could hear the guard's footsteps approaching from the other side. Panic rose in your throat as you realized that if he found you like this...if he thought you had done something to provoke Avery...you might not make it out of here alive.

Scrambling to your feet, you rushed over to the door and began frantically banging on it with your fists. "Help!" you cried out desperately. "Please, let me out! She's crazy! Please help me!" Tears streamed down your face as you prayed that someone would hear you; that they wouldn't just leave you to die at the hands of this psychopathic patient...

Your screams echo through the halls as you frantically pound on the door to your cell, pleading for someone to help you. Your hands are slick with blood, making it difficult to maintain a firm grip on the metal bars. The seconds seem to drag on forever as you wait, heart racing in fear and adrenaline. Finally, footsteps approach from down the hallway; the guard is here.

The door swings open violently, revealing a burly man with a scowl etched into his features. "What's going on here?" he growls, peering suspiciously at you and the blood-soaked Avery sprawled on the ground. You choke back a sob, pointing shakily at her as you stammer out an explanation. "She...she attacked me! She's crazy!"

The guard narrows his eyes before glancing down at the chart in his hand. His expression softens slightly, though it never quite reaches sympathy. "Well," he mutters, almost to himself, "I guess I should take her back to her room and restrain her properly." With that said, he kicks Avery roughly and then turns back to you with a cold smile. "And as for you...maybe it's time for a little more supervision. You never know what might set these people off."

He shoves you roughly back into your cell before slamming the door shut, locking it in place. Tears of relief and fear mix on your cheeks as you lean against the bars, watching through the narrow window as the guard drags Avery away down the hallway. You can't help but wonder what will happen to either of you now...and if anyone even cares enough to find out.

You wake up the next morning to find that Avery is gone; she was moved into isolation last night after trying to attack another patient. The bruises on your body ache and throb with each breath, reminding you of how close you came to dying at her hands. Slowly, you drag yourself out of bed and head towards the bathroom, wincing at every step.

After taking care of your most basic needs, you head back into the cell room and collapse onto your bed. You're exhausted both mentally and physically from the events of last night and the constant stress of being locked up in this hellhole. As you lay there, staring at the ceiling, your mind wanders back to Avery and what drove her to try and kill you...

Breakfast is eventually brought to you by one of the day shift nurses: a cold, bland oatmeal that tastes like ash in your mouth. You eat it mechanically, not even bothering to look up from the small plate on your lap. When you're finished, she takes it away and tells you that you have an appointment with the doctor later this afternoon.

Time drags on; one endless blur of TV shows, meals, and empty hours spent staring at the walls or reading whatever junk paperbacks are in your cell room's small library. Occasionally, a guard will come by to check on you and make sure you haven't tried anything funny, like hurting yourself or anyone else. You don't respond to them; you've grown used to the silence and solitude of this place now.

Later that afternoon, the doctor comes in for your appointment. He asks about how you're feeling physically and emotionally after last night's "incident," as he calls it. You nod absently

The doctor nods solemnly, scribbling something down on your chart. "I'm glad to hear that you're doing better, but I can't stress enough how important it is for you to be careful around the other patients here," he says seriously. "Especially Avery; she's quite unstable at the moment."

He continues with his examination, checking your vital signs and asking questions about your behavior and thoughts. Eventually, he finishes up and tells you that there are no immediate concerns about your mental health. You feel a mixture of relief and guilt wash over you; relief because it means you won't be punished or made to suffer any more than you already have, but guilt because a part of you wonders if maybe they could do more for Avery instead.

The doctor prescribes you some painkillers for the bruises and leaves the room with a reassuring pat on the shoulder. You watch him go before sinking back into your chair, feeling the weight of everything that's happened crash down around you once more.

The rest of the day passes slowly; dinner is delivered as usual, bland but edible enough to keep hunger at bay. When lights out comes, you climb into bed and try to forget about everything by losing yourself in the mindless escapism of the TV shows playing on the station meant for patient's consumption.

Eventually, sleep claims you; dreamless and mercifully free from nightmares or any other reminders of the hell you currently exist within. Tomorrow brings a new day and another chance to survive in this twisted version of normalcy...if such a thing even exists here.

The dreams come every night, plaguing your mind with vivid images of Avery's twisted desires and the fear that consumed you in those moments. In some dreams, she is a rabid animal; wild-eyed and unpredictable, lashing out with brutal strength whenever you dare to close your eyes or retreat from her grasp. Other times, she is cold and calculating, laughing maniacally as she torments you for hours on end without ever letting up.

No matter how the dreams unfold, one thing remains constant: the sense of utter helplessness that consumes you when she's near. Her words ring in your ears like a mantra, haunting you even during your brief moments of peaceful slumber. You try to fight back against her control, but it's as if your mind and body have been carved from the same fragile material; every time you think you've found a chink in her armor, she simply adapts and finds a new way to hurt you worse than before.

Days bleed into nights and back again without end, each moment filled with the same monotonous routine of meals, exercise, and mind-numbing television programs designed to keep patients like you from losing your sanity entirely. And yet, despite all this, it feels as if your grip on reality is growing more tenuous by the hour. Sometimes, when you catch sight of a patient who looks particularly disturbed or unstable, you can't help but wonder if they too are struggling against the influence of Avery's twisted thoughts, or if it's only a matter of time before someone else snaps and tries to hurt you as she did.

The only solace you find is in the moments when the nightmares retreat back into your subconscious; those brief stolen instances

As you slowly come to consciousness, you realize with a jolt that it's not just another nightmare plaguing your thoughts. Avery is there, pinning you down with her strong body, her eyes blazing with a mix of hate and desire that makes you want to scream and curl up into a ball all at once. The air around you feels heavy and oppressive; it's almost like she's trying to suffocate you with the weight of her presence alone.

Her breath comes hot against your ear, each exhale a whispered promise of pain and suffering. "You can fight back all you want," she growls, punctuating each word with a sharp nip to your shoulder, "but it won't change anything. I am in control here." Her free hand begins tracing lazy circles on your chest, the calloused fingertips digging into your skin as if searching for something deeper beneath the surface.

You try to struggle against her, but she's too strong; every attempt you make is easily thwarted by her years of confinement and torment. Her breath comes faster now, each intake of air filling your nose with the scent of her own excitement, her arousal. It's then that you feel a sudden sharp pain as she bites down hard on your shoulder, drawing blood and leaving a mark that will last for days.

Tears stream from your eyes as you writhe beneath her, trying desperately to escape the hold she has over you both physically and mentally. She only seems to grow more aggressive in response, her hips bucking against yours with each moan of pleasure that escapes her lips. It feels like an eternity before she finally releases you, leaving your body limp and aching in her wake.

As she collaps