Brandon's eyes turned black and every expression on his face turned into something even more limp and deplorable than before.

His face turned pale white as his eyes glanced up with tears.

Slowly he started to shake his head while a tiny string of saliva dripped from his hanging lips.

I bit my teeth harshly together as I watched the killer in front of me get torn apart with misery.

The air was damp in the basement cellar which made it harder for me to breathe in the already breath-taking situation.

My hands were shaking with the torturing moment.

"It's the last thing to do, Brandon" I trembled out with the weakest of voice.

There was really not much more I could say, they had made their decision with him and I could not do else than to agree that it was the last option of treatment.

He had gotten so many other chances before and now he even ruined the one with me.

"No, Beverly! Please, no no no no! I don't want to! I thought you understood, please!"

Brandon's mumbling try of shout made my body create shivers and once again I had to look away from him.

Now I was the one shaking my head while I tried to handle my eyes that were being filled up with a very familiar fluid of salt and water.

"I'm sorry, Brandon"

I watched how Frank approached Brandon and lifted his weak, skinny body in a rough move.

He flipped the iron cuffs tightly around his delicate wrists behind his back and I could hear how he grunted out with discomfort and weakness.

"Let's go, Barlowe," Frank said with his dark voice as he began to walk behind Brandon with his hand gripped by his left arm.

Brandon walked with slow, pendulous steps through the dark corridor and I could see how his legs wanted to fold together and give up along with the rest of his feeble body.

I kept my distance from them all the way up to the treating room, but still, I could hear Brandon's sobbing very clearly as he dragged in the snot caused by the chilly air and the tears running from his eyes.

The last thing I wanted was to witness this. But maybe it was for my own best.

If I stayed during the treatment, it could maybe help me to move on and actually realize that this is for real, this place is no playground for either the nurses or the patients, and we all are here for a reason, either to treat or to be treated

Ms. Schwartz stood outside the medical room and waited for us when we reached the defile corridor.

My skin created goosebumps as I saw her and realized how close we were to the situation where they would force Brandon to lay down and then let five hundred volts of electricity run through his brain.

My cheeks were burning while the rest of my body was freezing cold as we approached the black-dressed woman with the white apron tied around her waist.

Her strict face looked terrifying even though she smiled as she looked at Brandon. I didn't get how she could even manage to smile as she looked at the torn-down, helpless young man in front of her.

Even if he was a monster and guilty of the most brutal murderers, he was still... human.

Ms. Schwartz opened door number 13 up and the four of us stepped inside the small room and met with two specialist doctors dressed in brown attires.

My heart was beating out of my chest and I feared that the other people in the room would hear it pounding in the torturing silence.

I swallowed hard as an attempt of calming my hyperactive brain but I realized as quickly that it was for nothing. There was nothing that could calm me down from this situation.

It was terrifying and miserable.

The room was as chilly as the corridor and I crossed my arms as an attempt to comfort myself.

There was really nothing in this situation that could make me comfortable but my body tried every remedy by instinct to cure the pain I was in.

I stood in the dark corner while I watched the doctors lay Brandon down aggressively on the bunk and strapped his hands on each side of the bed.

I could see the panic in his eyes from my distance so I tried my best not to look at him even if it was extremely hard.

The bright blue light from the vivid lamp that stood on the right side of the bed was making me sick. It was the only light in the room which made the rest of it feel dark and gray.

It was almost like Brandon was in the spotlight for every one of us in there to watch him get tortured.

Ms. Schwarts grabbed a syringe from the tablet that was placed right beside the bed and once again I witnessed the horror in Brandon's eyes as she slowly moved the needle towards the vein in the bend of his arm.

His eyes were big and filled with tears and I could tell how afraid he was of the needle that was just about to be pushed into his vein to let the drugs flow into his bloodstream and pump inside of his body in pace with his heartbeat to make him heavily medicated and even more out of control.

I tried my best not to let any tears out but the violent and forceful situation made me sick to my stomach and the fact that it was Brandon who laid on the bunk in front of me didn't make the situation any easier.

As I held my breath in the corner of the room and watched how Brandon slowly tensed out with the medication, I noticed how he turned his head in my direction to search for my attention.

His eyelids were now hanging halfway down over his eyes and I could tell how the drugs already had affected him.

The lump in my stomach got heavier as my eyes met with his and the curiosity inside of me couldn't manage to look away from him.

"Beverly"

Brandon's voice was weak and my name left his mouth with a whisper.

I took a few steps forward to answer his call but I remained silent. I just looked at him and waited for something else to come out of his dry mouth.

"You are so beautiful"

As my heart skipped a beat I took a step back from Brandon again and looked at Ms. Schwarts with worried eyes.

Her strict, wrinkled face met with mine and she just nodded her head.

I immediately understood that it was her way of asking if I was ready for the treatment and even though the answer probably never would have been yes, I carefully nodded my head back at her and took another step away from the bed.

Even though I had never felt such a way as I did with Brandon, I was disgusted by his words. I already had decided that I would never forgive him for what he did, and I was aware that he only manipulated me to fall for him.

None of this was my fault and now he says something that dumb in front of two other treaters and not least my chief.

This was just another proof of how sick he was...