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Words From The Asylum	By : aliceandmyraspencer Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Words From The Asylum

Author: AliceMyra Spencer

AN: REMEMBER PEOPLE! They're crazy and it's a mental institution (we're not making fun of those types of peole, its just FANFICTION). Go with the flow. This is kind of/technically a sequel to the other story I/We have up called Lemons In The Hospital since it will have characters from that story and the setting is the same hospital/institution. It's also a crossover with a some Hellraiser and others, will say what when other chapters posted. Story settings or info things like 'M/F' and 'BOND', those kinds of things since I don't know what they're called at this moment, are subject to change.

October 25th was the date of the 2nd time I, Emily, was admitted to the Channard Institution..or as I like to call it, The Asylum. The first time I was here the voices told me to hurt my loved ones and harm myself. My housekeeper admitted me here because I stabbed one of the other kids that were living in the house. The family also hoped that I would get some sleep. I was let out for being a good girl but then these past few months I have been getting worse again. I had to get out, rid myself from the world.

The institute had some of the most interesting people there, some of which I cannot speak of, like cenobites. I'm here for the 2nd time for attempted suicide. My housekeeper found me in the bathtub, barely breathing so she sent me here again. After all, They told me to do it, to rid myself from this shithole of a world.

Never did I think I'd find the love of my life. I remember the day in fact. It was 6 days after the doctors ran all the tests and got me a room. Halloween in fact was the day I met him.

I entered the room where He was to be my roommate. He was writing on the wall and singing a very beautiful song in another language. I didn�ft know what he was saying but all I knew was whatever he sung that day was beautiful. He was in the middle of it when he noticed me. I looked at him with tears in my eyes as I sat on my bed, "Please don't stop." I said in a very quiet tone.

So he continued on writing and singing,

"Komm in mein Boot die Sehnsucht wird
der Steuermann Komm in mein Boot der beste Seemann
war doch ich..."

Then he stopped and turned to face me, examining me. I looked at him with curious eyes as I walked towards this man.

"What's wrong?" he asked me while tilting his head to the side.

"Nothing's wrong...may I sit with you?" I asked. With a nod of his head I quietly did so. "I'm Emily," I said to him looking at his big hands and thinking of all the things I wanted him to do to me.

Starring at me for a moment he spoke. "I am Till. I used to be a sailor but I died. I was brought back to life."

"Nice to meet you Till. So why are you here? This is my 2nd time here. I'm here because they told me to do it," I told and asked him, staring into his beautiful eyes.

He opened his mouth and responded with his foreign accent. "I try to kill myself again. No one understand that I no like it here. So what you mean by 'them'?" he questioned.

I looked down trying to think of what to tell him. It's hard to explain why I heard them. Well might as well just tell him, he'd find out sooner or later from the nurses and doctors. Weirdoes'. I looked back at him and stared into his blue-green eyes again...sometimes I could just get lost in them. He looks lost in this world, like me. No one will ever understand. "The voices. They tell me to harm others and myself. I want to rid myself from the world," showing him my cuts and bruises on my arms and legs as I continued, "No one will ever understand anything beyond their own two eyes. All there is in this place is nothing. All there is, is nothingness. There is only loneliness. With no love and no who one cares. Till we must show them all of this. Do you understand?"

"Emma..." He said grabbing me closer to him. "Du riechst so gut. Your hair..smells nice. It feels nice. Looks nice..." He grabbed a lock of my red hair and pulled it. Yes the pain was noticeable but the pain slowly turned into pleasure. "Can I?" he asked.

I didn't know what he was asking but I said yes anyway, not knowing what would happen. He leaned over to me and kissed me. I was kinda shocked for the first few seconds until the passion took over as I started kissing him back. I could feel his tongue trying to force its way into my mouth. I slightly opened my mouth to feel his tongue slide against mine. It was nice and a bit warm as both of our tongues danced in each other�fs mouths. I could feel his other hand traveling my body.

We broke away from the kiss as I was leaning towards him and he was leaning back. The next thing I knew I was on top of him on the bed. I sat up and said in a passionate tone, "Touch me....please."

He just stared at me, looking up and down with his eyes. His hand went from the root of my hair down to my shoulders, slipping down to my breast and joined by the other that had been wandering my body, where he gently squeezed them. I held his hands there while he massaged them. It was so nice. I felt my body wanting more. I took one of his hands from my breast and made it go lower placing it on my crotch where he stopped massaging my breast and pulled my pants a little down. Feeling one hand on my bare ass and the other went to work on my wet pussy. It felt so good I didn't want it to end. I wanted more of him. I stopped him for a minute. I had to feel him. I had to. So I did what he did to me, pulled his pants a bit down. I've never seen a cock before, nonetheless an erect one. He took his hands and grabbed mine. He put my hands on his member and made me stroke it. I heard him moan a little. I leaned back down to kiss him. His hand went back down to continue the job, messaging, playing and teasing my cave. I stared, looking deep into his eyes as I moaned softly and stroked faster. This was so different for me, for this was my first male contact. I like it.

I wanted to moan louder and scream in pleasure, but couldn't. We had to stay silent. If we made any loud noises afterhours, they would get the needles. I don't like the guy they get them from. He's ugly. He whispered to me, "Emma..I'm going to cum all over if you don�ft stop and I don't want to make you a mess now."

I stopped, but he kept going. I felt my body tense while on top of him. I grab his shoulders tightly, pushing my body downward feeling his fingers go in and out real fast. I tried hard not to make a sound. I gripped his shoulders, burying my face into his neck. Panting in his ear,

"Oh....Till...please...oh...faster please..I'm going to cum...TILL..." And when he hit that certain spot I cam all over his fingers and hand.

He removed his hand and licked his fingers, tasting all of me. Then he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in to kiss me ever so passionately. As we kissed I noticed his right arm was tense with a very nice firm grip, he was helping himself. We broke the kiss and he gave the most beautiful moan. He was breathing fast then after a minute, calm. I knew he was done so I reached down to collect his seed. I took it onto myself to try some. As I held my fingers up to my mouth, I looked at him and asked, "May I?"

He looked ashamed, so I had to know what was troubling him. "What?"

He said while sitting up holding me, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you do that. I didn't mean to force you to...."

I stopped him, "Don't be sorry. Don't be ashamed."

I took his face in my hands. He looked down and whispered, "I made you do it"

"No you didn't. I wanted it just like you wanted it. It's not wrong. I liked it and I like you." I told him assuring him that he didn't do anything bad. He didn't hurt me. He just...did what I told him to do.

"You like me? You don't even know me," he said reaching to stroke my hair.

"I know I like you and that�fs all that matters," I told him.

He laid back down. I looked at him. His hair was black with a little bit of it in his face. His chest, not too hairy, just perfect. His abs were god like. He must work out. (AN: Till has Mein Teil hair and Seeman body. If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about watch the music videos you lazy fucks).

And little ol' me: with my red flaming hair. He seemed to be fascinated with it. I had my skinny, fragile body. I wonder what he would want with a girl like me. Looking at him I admired his beauty. I lay my head on his chest, "I can hear your heart beat." I whispered.

"How old are you?" he asked staring down at me.

"I'm 16. What about you?" I responded looking up at him.

"I am 25. I am a lot older then you," he pointed out.

"You are only 9 years older than me. Not that big of a deal. I really like you a lot. And I won't let anyone, not even them hurt you," I told him softly in his ear. He placed a hand on my shoulder, touching my hair, petting me softly.

"I won't let anyone hut you..." he mumbled as he fell asleep. I took his other hand and kissed it, holding it close to me.

"Good night my sweet angel..." I whispered to myself, kinda hoping Till heard it as well. And for the first time in a long time...I slept.
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