Gorefest Asylum

Date: 1957

Located in the near abandoned hills of Beercreek, lies the desolate building known as Heineken Asylum. Dr. Heineken, the asylum's creator and current owner, takes in former civilians that have now become patients in which he studies the human psyche and then exploits them in very in-humane ways by various methods.

For three years since the construction of Heineken Asylum, Dr. Heineken secretly, one after another, took patients from their rooms into a secret room beneath the asylum to attain knowledge by not only to the study the effects of insanity, but the human capacity for pain as well.

-Knock Knock-

"Come in Nurse Miller ." "Good morning Dr. Heineken. I brought your coffee."

"Just set it down at my desk," he said sternly while writing in a notebook.

"Iv'e also brought your newspaper as you requested," as she closed the door behind her.

When Dr. Heineken took notice of the paper he rose quickly and took it from under her arm and began reading the front page intently.

The headline merely stated that the notorious serial killer, known as The Family Gutter, had been caught. Underneath was the front page photo of the man being arrested by police, surrounded by people witnessing the arrest two nights prior.

It goes on to say that the night of the arrest witnesses heard screaming next door and phoned police. After barging through the front door the police found a man, now identified as Paul Equis, holding a rather large pair of scissors at least two feet in length, covered in blood. The bodies were also identified as his wife and four year old daughter. This was the thirteenth family found dead and apparently the last. While awaiting trial police will transfer Paul Equis at Heineken Asylum to examine, pending trial.

"Why are you laughing Dr.?," nurse miller asked in confusion. "Because Nurse Miller..." Dr Heineken continued to control his laughter but couldn't.

After a few moments he continued. "For a while now Iv'e wanted a true specimen to study and now I have one. I wonder how adapt here. I think he will find electroshock therapy to be very invigorating."

"I'm not sure I follow Dr." Miller expressing her confusion. "If you do that won't the police be angry? Wouldn't they and the public want him put to death in the chair? You would be jeopardizing the asylum."

"I don't think so Nurse Miller." The doctor replied. "Who would care about an evil man being sent to hell early? The people will chant my name in the streets calling me a hero for not wasting tax payer money and besides.....this place is hell on earth already according to our guests, at least the ones that still retain some of their sanity anyway. This place is just another hellhole for people not wanted by society any-longer. The homeless, criminals, soldiers suffering from PTSD, and even children whose parents couldn't afford to keep them now live with me at my illustrious institution. This is my world and here I'm a god."

"Whatever you say Dr. Heineken." Miller said, going along with his words. "When do you think this...Paul Equis will arrive?

"He arrives tonight." He answered. "I got the call yesterday and have been patiently waiting since then, just excited to meet him."

That night later...

After all the staff made their rounds for the day all the patients had been put in their cells until the next morning. At precisely 9:00 p.m. the police escorted a bruised and chained Paul Equis through the office door of Dr. Heineken.

"Good evening Paul. How are you?" The Dr. Greeting him.

"He can't talk. Dr. Heineken? "One of the two police officers stated. "Let's just say he broke his jaw accidentally when put him in the car on the way over."

"I see." The Dr. knowing that story was a lie, but went along with it anyway. "Well accidents due happen. You should take better care of yourself Mr. Equis. "May I ask your names?"

"Of course." Both of the officers agreeing.

They introduced themselves as officers Corona and Adams.

After answering a couple of questions, Dr. Heineken asked, he decided to take care of the rest and dismissed both of the officers.

"Your sure you want to do that Dr.?" Adams said cautiously. "This is a dangerous criminal. Wouldn't he try to escape?"

"I don't that your help will be necessary any-longer. He's well chained and I think it's best to keep them on while he's here for the time being. He's also bruised so he won't to be able to move very well, despite the broken jaw, and I always carry a anesthetic syringe that will knock him out for a couple of hours so I do not think there is need to worry."

Both of the officers agreed and left Paul Equis alone with Dr. Heineken in his office.

A week later...

Dr. Heineken suddenly opened the door to his cell one night with a unsettling smile on his face, staring down Paul Equis who didn't seem phased one bit.

"One week is enough!," the doctor yelled impatiently. "I wanted you to heal first before I take you below. The vile things I'm going to do your mind, body, soul. I can't wait anymore. I want to hear your screams echo in my ears for nights on end. Your blood will stain my room for weeks as I keep you alive as my new favorite toy.

The mad doctor pulled out a syringe and prepared to inject Paul with a sleeping agent.

Before he could, Paul suddenly unlocked his chains with a key, catching Dr. Heineken off-guard.

"How did you get the key to your chains?" Dr. Heineken asked in complete astonishment, his hand shaking along with the syringe.

"You should already know that but if not, I'll tell you soon enough...when I do to you what you were going to do to me." Paul replied. "It's time to resume where World War 2 left off you Nazi bastard!"