August 19, 2025 • 15 mins
#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #asylumhorror #psychologicalhorror #madness #darksecrets #hauntedasylum Amy thought she was checking into Tranquil Forest Asylum for help—but what she found inside was far from healing. As her days blur into hallucinations and whispers in the walls, Amy begins to question her own mind… and the true nature of the asylum itself. Behind locked doors and smiling staff lies something ancient and sinister. A gripping psychological horror tale about madness, manipulation, and the terrifying truth buried inside Tranquil Forest. horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, asylum, madness, tranquilforest, psychologicalterror, hauntedhospital, mentalcollapse, horrorfiction, hallucinations, sinistertruth, darkpast, gaslighting, emotionalhorror, isolation, fearwithin
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Tape number one day is July first, nineteen twenty. Patient
is at John Doe. There are no previous records for
this patient. He pleaded insanity after the murder of three
hikers in Yellowstone National Park. Patient number is sixty four
sixty six. The nurse laid her clipboard on her lap
(00:21):
and closely examined her patient. He hadn't opened his eyes
the entire time he was in the room. The only
indication that he was alive was the subtle movement of
his shoulders raising and lowering with his breath. During the silence.
The only sound that was present in the room emanated
from the patient. The buckles and straps on his straight
jackets slightly collided, making a minute scraping sound. The patient's
(00:46):
head shot up and met the doctor's gaze. His eyes
finally open. Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot. The patient cried.
He started jerking his body around. The two guards present
in the room restrained him, pinning him against the chair
with one swift motion. The patient was struck in the
left temple with a batten and he fell to the
(01:07):
floor unconscious. Patient turned violent and was restrained. The patient
was mostly moving his legs as if to push away
from something. The erratic movement would have been that of
someone burning. I still don't fully understand why we need
to address patients that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, as
John does. They have numbers branded into their chests for
(01:30):
a reason. Final analysis of today's session. There's a lot
of work to be done. End of tape one inch.
Amy slouched in her chair and sighed as she collected
the tape and turned off the desk lamp. Her face
sank into her hands as she began to ponder why
she was even there. That was the third patient she
had evaluated that day, and it wasn't even noon yet.
(01:53):
As she got up to leave the room, one of
the guards opened the door. Amy Tyler told me I
could find you here. Want to go for a stroll
in the guard dash? Fuck off, Jay? How many times
do I have to say it? Amy said in reply, Look, Babe,
I just want tea dash. Amy cut him off before
(02:14):
he could finish to what fuck me? Well, yes, Jay
said hesitantly, Go fuck Natalie. She just got off her
period and she is over Matt. Better strike while the
damaged broad is horny. I'm not doing that after Matt.
I just couldn't do that. People die Jay, some peacefully
and others torn to shreds by rioting patients right in
(02:36):
front of their girl friends. Now go chase her, or
so help me, God, I will hurt you. Damn. Was
it something I said, Jay said sarcastically. No, it's just
the fact that you're a walking bag of STDs, Amy
replied as she stormed past him. After the long day
she had and her hatred for Jay reignited, she just
(02:57):
needed to go to her quarters. No way she was leaving.
There's nothing to go to. The only thing all the
staff had retained from their past life is their first name.
The patients, however, had nothing. Amy first took the job
because of the pay. Even before she took the job,
she knew it was too good to be true, an
(03:19):
annual salary of three hundred thousand dollars. Instead, she was
taken to the middle of nowhere, her fingerprints burned off,
and all documentation of her existing was destroyed. All patience
and staff never existed in the eyes of the world.
As Amy neared her quarters, she had to pass by
the gardens, the only place inside the facility with colors.
(03:43):
Everything was painted and dyed to be black and white.
The reason behind the lack of color is due to
the fact that it is believed to keep patience docile.
When patients need to be transported, they are blindfolded and deafened.
Amy just stood and watched the gardeners pick fresh fruits
and vegetables, tend to the flowers, and go about their duties.
(04:04):
Amy whispered a voice from behind. She turned around to
be met by a guard and a young patient with
her ear coverings around her neck. Her identification number was
ten twenty nine. The poor thing was only six years
old when she was brought here. She had murdered her
brother and parents on Christmas Eve. When police arrived, they
(04:25):
discovered their dismembered limbs in wrapped boxes right inside the door. Hey,
their princess, where are your servants taking you? Amy said,
as she beamed in front of the child. She wasn't
able to see her smile, but Amy still made the
effort to conquer the dragon. Of course, I am ready,
she said in reply. Amy's smile quickly turned to a
(04:49):
frown as she knew what was going to happen. Amy
forced herself to say, Oh, that's wonderful, my dear Princess.
The dragon is a name in reference to the furnace.
Once they had run all the tests anyone could think of,
they simply burned the patients alive. After seeing nothing but
black and white for years. The patient's final observation would
(05:10):
be that of fire. Run along. Now, Princess proved to
the kingdom, you are mighty. As the patient rounded the corner,
Amy started to tear up. She had evaluated Patient ten
twenty nine several times. Her real name was Judith. Most
patients forget their real names by having it beaten out
of them every time they try and make someone use
(05:31):
it instead of their identification number. She was beaten at
least six times a day. She even had reconstructive surgery
to partially fix her jaw after a guard pulverized it
with the butt of his rifle. She needed a medieval
contraption staple to her head so her jaw would return
to its normal resting position. Her nickname amongst the guards
(05:51):
was Cage because her head was trapped inside one. Amy
committed a serious sin in her line of work. She
became attached to a patient. All patients and staff lived
on the property. Staff had their quarters, guards had their barracks,
and patients were sectioned according to mentality in different psych wings.
(06:11):
Judith was coming from Wing one, the children's ward. They
were arguably treated the worst. The only contender would have
been from the patients in Wing five. That was where
the most disturb and insane of individuals were held, tied
down to beds in straight jackets. They even had their
mouths and eyes sown shut. They got all their nutrients
(06:32):
from daily injections. Some of the patients scream so much
that they have their vocal cords severed and tongues pulled.
Monsters run the asylum, and the asylum created them. It
is a truly evil place. Once Amy entered her small
room and shut the door, she fell on to her cot.
She let out a loud sigh and closed her eyes.
(06:55):
As she did this, the phone rang. She let out
a grunt as she sat out up and answered the phone.
Patient Identification number forty nine twenty one, Evaluation Room three
thirty two, ten minutes until evaluation, said the monotone voice.
God damn it, Amy side as she hung up. Patient
(07:17):
forty nine twenty one was a pyromaniac. Any chance he got,
he would light himself on fire. Just last week, he
had chased a nurse while on fire. He doesn't have
any eyes, ears, or even a nose any more because
they melted. His entire body is covered in burns, a
horrid sight even for the most seasoned staff. Amy shuffled
(07:39):
to her file cabinet and searched for his file. Her
way of organization was the only thing that brought a
mild smile to her face for this particular patient. He
was under the name Pyro for obvious reasons. It was
something that wouldn't make anyone else laugh but her. She
was proud of that small accomplishment. A Ammy pulled Judith's
(08:01):
document out and threw it on her desk. Since Judith
was a pile of ashes, the documents were to be
taken to the patient archives. She figured she would stop
by on her way to the evaluation room. The phone
rang once more. Amy answered, slightly irritated Hello. The deep
voice immediately said, Amy, come to my office at once,
(08:22):
But sir, I have an evaluation I must attend to.
Can we meet afterwards, yes, he replied. Her schedule changed
once more. Archives eval then to the warden's office. Amy
turned to face the camera in her room and sat
cold face staring at it. She groaned and exited her
room to save time. Amy went to the floor's help
(08:45):
desk and gave Judith's file to Andrews so he could
archive it instead of her. He reluctantly agreed, as it
would cut into his brake and was on the other
side of the facility. Now that Amy had gotten Andrew
to take care of some of her business, it was
off to evaluate the pyro tape number seven, date July first,
nineteen twenty patient named Victor Stratamfsey, currently Tranquil Forest Psychiatric
(09:11):
for the murder of twenty individuals and seven cases of arson.
Is that all I did? Doc? Victor giggled as Amy
cited his crimes. Yes, we don't have any more records
of your crimes. Now I do have an incident report
of you threatening one of the ladies who feeds you, Lilith,
aged seventy. Amy furrowed her brow as she said that
(09:32):
as she did not have any prior knowledge to the incident.
She normally catches wind of even the smallest things, but
this had never come up. Sighing, Victor replied, ha, that
old bitch, she shouldn't be here the little sack of
meat needs to be sent home. Hell, the stench of
that old hag absolutely rapes every sense I have. I
(09:56):
may not be able to see her, but holy hell,
can I smell the fucker. After his remark, he started
laughing and coughing. Through his coughs, he managed to excuse
himself for his behavior. I see you are becoming a gentleman, Victor.
When did you start taking that incentive to become better?
They have told me to straighten up, he replied, vaguely.
(10:17):
Who is they? I I don't know. They come and go.
Each time they returned, they hurt me worse than the last,
Victor said, trying to hold back tears, he tried to
jump from his chair, but his restraints held him to it.
As he and the chair came crashing down on to
the floor, the guard in the room rushed over to
the patient and forced him upright. Amy glances at the
(10:40):
clock as it reads midnight midnight, end of tape seven.
As she exited. The room adjacent to her had both
doctor and patient being taken in wheel chairs. The familiar
shape of patient sixty four sixty six was unmistakable, but
with ghastly changes to his true form. His legs were
limp and charred beyond belief. Trousers singed below the knees,
(11:03):
and his feet were reduced to blackened bone. The doctor
was in better shape, but only just. His coat was
burnt and torn. Severe burns littered his face and arms.
It had seemed as if he threw himself on to
a fire. The laughs of the patient could be heard
as he rounded the corner, drowning out groans of agony
from the doctor. Nasty in it, murmured a low voice.
(11:28):
With a jolt, Amy turned to see who was behind her.
She was met with a tall black man, Arnold. Amy
immediately beamed at the sight of him and wrapped her
arms around his waist. You scared the shit out of me, man,
What have I said about sneaking up on me? To
not do it because it makes you die inside? Am
(11:50):
I close? Arnold replied, with a tinge of sarcasm in
his tone. No, because I will kill you. Amy retorted playfully,
There is no way in hell you can even hurt
a man like me. Kid, Oh really, Amy gave him
a stern look as she backed off. Really, now where
are you off to? I heard you dumped archive. Duty
(12:12):
off to Andrew. What have I told you about making
others do your work? I had a paw dash. Arnold
cut her off. No excuses, kid, don't do that. OK. Well,
I best be off. The big guy wants to have
a slight bit of conversation with me. By by big
o' l arney, Amy said. As she left him near
the two rooms. Arnold called down the hall before she
(12:35):
could turn the corner. Hey be good, no funny business.
She turned and smiled, then flipped him off before rounding
the corner. God, am I a prick? She thought. The
door to his office stood in a foreboding manner, as
if it were the gateway between Heaven and Hell itself.
Amy sat in front of the opaque glass and pondered
(12:55):
what was to unfold. She raised her hand to knock,
but just as her no nuckles grazed the oak, the
door swung open. She was met with a tall man
in a tailored suit. His frame populated what seemed to
be her entire line of sight. With a step back
and an outstretched hand, he welcomed Amy into the room.
(13:15):
Before she could even take a seat, The warden began,
so Amy, I take it you have dealt with some
of the first wave of newer patients. With this statement,
Amy stood frozen with bewilderment, facing the warden. Seeing the
confusion on her face, he continues, in light of recent events,
a private company has asked that we take in subjects
that developed less than promising attributes. As I am almost
(13:39):
certain you have seen some strange things, I encourage you
to ask, as this is not only your place of
work but home as well. With a blank stare and
monotone voice, Amy finally broke her silence. I I don't
even know where to start, Like, O kay, First, we
have maniacs that go on mass murdering sprees in the
middle of nowhere own, only to be brought back out
(14:01):
into some other middle of nowhere place. May I also
add that we had a patient burst into flames with
absolutely no third party source. Now is that shit show
tied in with this new company? Amy's voice got noticeably
more irritable as she spoke. She continued, and now let
us please not forget that all the strange shit started
(14:23):
after the riots. Did we end up losing some sort
of funding because of that? How did we fuck up
so bad that we are literally receiving lab experiments. Fed
up with her outburst, the warden stood from his seat
and approached Amy, making her slump back into her chair.
Are you finished, he whispered, Seeing as Amy was shaking
(14:43):
in fear and unable to speak, he said, in regards
to your concerns on how our new patients came about
being here, yes, them arriving here does coincide our new partnership. However,
the riot has nothing to do with this. The events
of that day were of their own machineations and nothing more.
Amy's face sank into her hands. She took a deep breath,
(15:05):
then spoke, what is that even supposed to mean? The
events of that day were of their audash. No, do
not try and pull this over my head. You and
I both know the riot and this company go hand
in hand. The warden brought one of his massive hands
down under her chin and brought her to meet his gaze.
In a dark and monotone voice, he said, I suggest
(15:27):
you stop asking questions and start doing your fucking job.
He then released the grip he had on her chin.
Leave me and stop asking questions. The end
Tape number one day is July first, nineteen twenty. Patient
is at John Doe. There are no previous records for
this patient. He pleaded insanity after the murder of three
hikers in Yellowstone National Park. Patient number is sixty four
sixty six. The nurse laid her clipboard on her lap
(00:21):
and closely examined her patient. He hadn't opened his eyes
the entire time he was in the room. The only
indication that he was alive was the subtle movement of
his shoulders raising and lowering with his breath. During the silence.
The only sound that was present in the room emanated
from the patient. The buckles and straps on his straight
jackets slightly collided, making a minute scraping sound. The patient's
(00:46):
head shot up and met the doctor's gaze. His eyes
finally open. Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot. The patient cried.
He started jerking his body around. The two guards present
in the room restrained him, pinning him against the chair
with one swift motion. The patient was struck in the
left temple with a batten and he fell to the
(01:07):
floor unconscious. Patient turned violent and was restrained. The patient
was mostly moving his legs as if to push away
from something. The erratic movement would have been that of
someone burning. I still don't fully understand why we need
to address patients that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, as
John does. They have numbers branded into their chests for
(01:30):
a reason. Final analysis of today's session. There's a lot
of work to be done. End of tape one inch.
Amy slouched in her chair and sighed as she collected
the tape and turned off the desk lamp. Her face
sank into her hands as she began to ponder why
she was even there. That was the third patient she
had evaluated that day, and it wasn't even noon yet.
(01:53):
As she got up to leave the room, one of
the guards opened the door. Amy Tyler told me I
could find you here. Want to go for a stroll
in the guard dash? Fuck off, Jay? How many times
do I have to say it? Amy said in reply, Look, Babe,
I just want tea dash. Amy cut him off before
(02:14):
he could finish to what fuck me? Well, yes, Jay
said hesitantly, Go fuck Natalie. She just got off her
period and she is over Matt. Better strike while the
damaged broad is horny. I'm not doing that after Matt.
I just couldn't do that. People die Jay, some peacefully
and others torn to shreds by rioting patients right in
(02:36):
front of their girl friends. Now go chase her, or
so help me, God, I will hurt you. Damn. Was
it something I said, Jay said sarcastically. No, it's just
the fact that you're a walking bag of STDs, Amy
replied as she stormed past him. After the long day
she had and her hatred for Jay reignited, she just
(02:57):
needed to go to her quarters. No way she was leaving.
There's nothing to go to. The only thing all the
staff had retained from their past life is their first name.
The patients, however, had nothing. Amy first took the job
because of the pay. Even before she took the job,
she knew it was too good to be true, an
(03:19):
annual salary of three hundred thousand dollars. Instead, she was
taken to the middle of nowhere, her fingerprints burned off,
and all documentation of her existing was destroyed. All patience
and staff never existed in the eyes of the world.
As Amy neared her quarters, she had to pass by
the gardens, the only place inside the facility with colors.
(03:43):
Everything was painted and dyed to be black and white.
The reason behind the lack of color is due to
the fact that it is believed to keep patience docile.
When patients need to be transported, they are blindfolded and deafened.
Amy just stood and watched the gardeners pick fresh fruits
and vegetables, tend to the flowers, and go about their duties.
(04:04):
Amy whispered a voice from behind. She turned around to
be met by a guard and a young patient with
her ear coverings around her neck. Her identification number was
ten twenty nine. The poor thing was only six years
old when she was brought here. She had murdered her
brother and parents on Christmas Eve. When police arrived, they
(04:25):
discovered their dismembered limbs in wrapped boxes right inside the door. Hey,
their princess, where are your servants taking you? Amy said,
as she beamed in front of the child. She wasn't
able to see her smile, but Amy still made the
effort to conquer the dragon. Of course, I am ready,
she said in reply. Amy's smile quickly turned to a
(04:49):
frown as she knew what was going to happen. Amy
forced herself to say, Oh, that's wonderful, my dear Princess.
The dragon is a name in reference to the furnace.
Once they had run all the tests anyone could think of,
they simply burned the patients alive. After seeing nothing but
black and white for years. The patient's final observation would
(05:10):
be that of fire. Run along. Now, Princess proved to
the kingdom, you are mighty. As the patient rounded the corner,
Amy started to tear up. She had evaluated Patient ten
twenty nine several times. Her real name was Judith. Most
patients forget their real names by having it beaten out
of them every time they try and make someone use
(05:31):
it instead of their identification number. She was beaten at
least six times a day. She even had reconstructive surgery
to partially fix her jaw after a guard pulverized it
with the butt of his rifle. She needed a medieval
contraption staple to her head so her jaw would return
to its normal resting position. Her nickname amongst the guards
(05:51):
was Cage because her head was trapped inside one. Amy
committed a serious sin in her line of work. She
became attached to a patient. All patients and staff lived
on the property. Staff had their quarters, guards had their barracks,
and patients were sectioned according to mentality in different psych wings.
(06:11):
Judith was coming from Wing one, the children's ward. They
were arguably treated the worst. The only contender would have
been from the patients in Wing five. That was where
the most disturb and insane of individuals were held, tied
down to beds in straight jackets. They even had their
mouths and eyes sown shut. They got all their nutrients
(06:32):
from daily injections. Some of the patients scream so much
that they have their vocal cords severed and tongues pulled.
Monsters run the asylum, and the asylum created them. It
is a truly evil place. Once Amy entered her small
room and shut the door, she fell on to her cot.
She let out a loud sigh and closed her eyes.
(06:55):
As she did this, the phone rang. She let out
a grunt as she sat out up and answered the phone.
Patient Identification number forty nine twenty one, Evaluation Room three
thirty two, ten minutes until evaluation, said the monotone voice.
God damn it, Amy side as she hung up. Patient
(07:17):
forty nine twenty one was a pyromaniac. Any chance he got,
he would light himself on fire. Just last week, he
had chased a nurse while on fire. He doesn't have
any eyes, ears, or even a nose any more because
they melted. His entire body is covered in burns, a
horrid sight even for the most seasoned staff. Amy shuffled
(07:39):
to her file cabinet and searched for his file. Her
way of organization was the only thing that brought a
mild smile to her face for this particular patient. He
was under the name Pyro for obvious reasons. It was
something that wouldn't make anyone else laugh but her. She
was proud of that small accomplishment. A Ammy pulled Judith's
(08:01):
document out and threw it on her desk. Since Judith
was a pile of ashes, the documents were to be
taken to the patient archives. She figured she would stop
by on her way to the evaluation room. The phone
rang once more. Amy answered, slightly irritated Hello. The deep
voice immediately said, Amy, come to my office at once,
(08:22):
But sir, I have an evaluation I must attend to.
Can we meet afterwards, yes, he replied. Her schedule changed
once more. Archives eval then to the warden's office. Amy
turned to face the camera in her room and sat
cold face staring at it. She groaned and exited her
room to save time. Amy went to the floor's help
(08:45):
desk and gave Judith's file to Andrews so he could
archive it instead of her. He reluctantly agreed, as it
would cut into his brake and was on the other
side of the facility. Now that Amy had gotten Andrew
to take care of some of her business, it was
off to evaluate the pyro tape number seven, date July first,
nineteen twenty patient named Victor Stratamfsey, currently Tranquil Forest Psychiatric
(09:11):
for the murder of twenty individuals and seven cases of arson.
Is that all I did? Doc? Victor giggled as Amy
cited his crimes. Yes, we don't have any more records
of your crimes. Now I do have an incident report
of you threatening one of the ladies who feeds you, Lilith,
aged seventy. Amy furrowed her brow as she said that
(09:32):
as she did not have any prior knowledge to the incident.
She normally catches wind of even the smallest things, but
this had never come up. Sighing, Victor replied, ha, that
old bitch, she shouldn't be here the little sack of
meat needs to be sent home. Hell, the stench of
that old hag absolutely rapes every sense I have. I
(09:56):
may not be able to see her, but holy hell,
can I smell the fucker. After his remark, he started
laughing and coughing. Through his coughs, he managed to excuse
himself for his behavior. I see you are becoming a gentleman, Victor.
When did you start taking that incentive to become better?
They have told me to straighten up, he replied, vaguely.
(10:17):
Who is they? I I don't know. They come and go.
Each time they returned, they hurt me worse than the last,
Victor said, trying to hold back tears, he tried to
jump from his chair, but his restraints held him to it.
As he and the chair came crashing down on to
the floor, the guard in the room rushed over to
the patient and forced him upright. Amy glances at the
(10:40):
clock as it reads midnight midnight, end of tape seven.
As she exited. The room adjacent to her had both
doctor and patient being taken in wheel chairs. The familiar
shape of patient sixty four sixty six was unmistakable, but
with ghastly changes to his true form. His legs were
limp and charred beyond belief. Trousers singed below the knees,
(11:03):
and his feet were reduced to blackened bone. The doctor
was in better shape, but only just. His coat was
burnt and torn. Severe burns littered his face and arms.
It had seemed as if he threw himself on to
a fire. The laughs of the patient could be heard
as he rounded the corner, drowning out groans of agony
from the doctor. Nasty in it, murmured a low voice.
(11:28):
With a jolt, Amy turned to see who was behind her.
She was met with a tall black man, Arnold. Amy
immediately beamed at the sight of him and wrapped her
arms around his waist. You scared the shit out of me, man,
What have I said about sneaking up on me? To
not do it because it makes you die inside? Am
(11:50):
I close? Arnold replied, with a tinge of sarcasm in
his tone. No, because I will kill you. Amy retorted playfully,
There is no way in hell you can even hurt
a man like me. Kid, Oh really, Amy gave him
a stern look as she backed off. Really, now where
are you off to? I heard you dumped archive. Duty
(12:12):
off to Andrew. What have I told you about making
others do your work? I had a paw dash. Arnold
cut her off. No excuses, kid, don't do that. OK. Well,
I best be off. The big guy wants to have
a slight bit of conversation with me. By by big
o' l arney, Amy said. As she left him near
the two rooms. Arnold called down the hall before she
(12:35):
could turn the corner. Hey be good, no funny business.
She turned and smiled, then flipped him off before rounding
the corner. God, am I a prick? She thought. The
door to his office stood in a foreboding manner, as
if it were the gateway between Heaven and Hell itself.
Amy sat in front of the opaque glass and pondered
(12:55):
what was to unfold. She raised her hand to knock,
but just as her no nuckles grazed the oak, the
door swung open. She was met with a tall man
in a tailored suit. His frame populated what seemed to
be her entire line of sight. With a step back
and an outstretched hand, he welcomed Amy into the room.
(13:15):
Before she could even take a seat, The warden began,
so Amy, I take it you have dealt with some
of the first wave of newer patients. With this statement,
Amy stood frozen with bewilderment, facing the warden. Seeing the
confusion on her face, he continues, in light of recent events,
a private company has asked that we take in subjects
that developed less than promising attributes. As I am almost
(13:39):
certain you have seen some strange things, I encourage you
to ask, as this is not only your place of
work but home as well. With a blank stare and
monotone voice, Amy finally broke her silence. I I don't
even know where to start, Like, O kay, First, we
have maniacs that go on mass murdering sprees in the
middle of nowhere own, only to be brought back out
(14:01):
into some other middle of nowhere place. May I also
add that we had a patient burst into flames with
absolutely no third party source. Now is that shit show
tied in with this new company? Amy's voice got noticeably
more irritable as she spoke. She continued, and now let
us please not forget that all the strange shit started
(14:23):
after the riots. Did we end up losing some sort
of funding because of that? How did we fuck up
so bad that we are literally receiving lab experiments. Fed
up with her outburst, the warden stood from his seat
and approached Amy, making her slump back into her chair.
Are you finished, he whispered, Seeing as Amy was shaking
(14:43):
in fear and unable to speak, he said, in regards
to your concerns on how our new patients came about
being here, yes, them arriving here does coincide our new partnership. However,
the riot has nothing to do with this. The events
of that day were of their own machineations and nothing more.
Amy's face sank into her hands. She took a deep breath,
(15:05):
then spoke, what is that even supposed to mean? The
events of that day were of their audash. No, do
not try and pull this over my head. You and
I both know the riot and this company go hand
in hand. The warden brought one of his massive hands
down under her chin and brought her to meet his gaze.
In a dark and monotone voice, he said, I suggest
(15:27):
you stop asking questions and start doing your fucking job.
He then released the grip he had on her chin.
Leave me and stop asking questions. The end
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