monsters I assumed the Family handpicked each and every employee. I couldn’t imagine any decent person working in that torture chamber they called a hospital.
I shivered. The abuse, a vision I wanted to forget.
I once feared the men in black. That changed the minute I stepped foot in Haven. The men in white were far worse, the orderlies. They took the meaning of sinister to a whole different level.
orderlies. Even under my murky mind, I recalled how the boys in white got their rocks off. Every round, they gathered around my bed cheering on the nurse who had the pleasure of administering the drugs. Because I didn’t cooperate, the boys took great enjoyment holding me down and prying my mouth open and stuffing a fist of meds down my throat.
I hated them and plotted their death, with a sim
