Exposed (Wellard Asylum)

by Audrey Rush

On the head, the freshest wound is now a faint green, probably due to the coffin session. The odor of raw, neglected chicken meat floats from my groin and mixes with the scent of disinfectant in the air. My favorite ritual is to burn the skin, and when the blisters start to heal, I pull off the scabs again and again until I’m numb to the sensation.

Well thats.... uhm... pleasant...?

My fingernails are just long enough to break skin if I desire, and they’re packed with visible filth. There’s no doubt in my mind Violet will notice my lack of hygiene, but a desperate little cunt like her will want to be used regardless.

How does it keep getting worse??