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I Cried

I cried

Forgive Me

Kit Walker

Warnings: Briarcliff punishments, blood, typical Asylum stuff, near death

a/n: not proofread, but this was fun to write I hope you like it anon!!

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You and Kit had an obvious relationship, whether it was romantic or not no one knew for sure. But the two of you were always together, going everything with the other, looking out for each other — it wasn’t that hard to tell. And so when Kit made the mistake of stealing the alcohol from Dr. Arden’s office that he saw one time while being his medical rat, Sister Jude had no hesitation in deciding his perfect punishment in which Dr. Arden himself suggested.

Kit was in his cell as were you in yours across from him. Guards had taken you both, ordered by Jude herself. Kit knew he was in for it, but he didn’t understand why they had brought you as well. It angered him, to say the least. He was banging on the door, yelling for someone to answer him.

“Kit..” you sighed. You weren’t sure either. Neither of you would’ve guessed they’d use you against the other. You knew the others caught on to your fancying of each other but what Jude and Arden had in store for you never would’ve crossed your mind. “Kit you’re only going to anger them more. Calm down.” You pleaded with him, looking through the bars of your window on the cell door just barely able to see Kit who was now gripping the bars on his.

“Hey, listen to me ova here!” He yelled at one of the guards that walked past, catching his attention and backtracking his steps to the front of Kits closed door. Surprised that someone finally acknowledged him, Kit was at a loss for words for a moment.

“What do you want?” The guard spat at him, Kits face furrowing in anger again.

“Why did ya bring her back with me? She had nothing to do with my mistake!” Kit yelled, but was only met with a snicker. You watched silently out the window, also curious but knowing better than to make a scene like Kit. You wanted him to stop. Surely they brought you back thinking you shared with him when the truth is you had no idea he even stole it. Kit never told you of his wrongdoings. You did your best to stay on the low in this place and Kit respected that. You wouldn’t even take the bread he’d stole for the both of you, knowing better than to even share with the possibility of being caught. Sister Mary Eunice even called you the angel patient and you wanted to live up to the name in hopes of getting out one day.

Kit on the other hand stole and disobeyed rules often. He always would state that he could take the beating, that it never bothered him. Even when you would tend to his obvious deep wounds and when he could barely move from pain. It never changed his mind and when he was well he was right back to his cleverness. You worried deeply about his well-being, and that one day they’d take it too far or that they would finally have had enough and put and end to his life for their own enjoyment. You’d always plead with him, which led to the agreement that he’d not tell or involve you in his schemes and you’d never ask. It worked well for you both.

But this time, it was Arden’s belongings and considering it was alcohol and this place was supposed to a no alcohol ground in the name of God, it was Arden that was angry. And considering he wanted to take Kit and use him for his own experiments and Jude wouldn’t stand for it, the next best thing he could think of to really hit Kit where it hurt, was by using you against him.

“You’re a stupid one, know that? Everyone in this place knows exactly what’s going to happen. Think about it, Walker. Where would Jude be able to hit you where it hurt the most?” You listened quietly and since you couldn’t see the man’s face you focused on Kits that turned from confusion to shock and realization, his eyes flickering to you as he stood wide eyed. Your eyebrows shoot up as you were still confused but he understood. You shook your head and mouthed a ‘what’ to him, quickly taking a step back from the door when the guard turned to face you now. “She’s pretty. We all see why you’re into her. May be unrecognizable after today.” He snickered once again, patting your cell door as we walked past it and left.

His words stuck with you. What did he mean? What was going on? You quickly went to your window and looked out at Kit who was practically staring off into space deep in thought. “Kit? What is it? What was he talking about?”

His eyes didn’t meet yours.

“Kit please, what?” You begged, your heart thumping so loudly it surely everyone on the floor could hear it.

“It’s you.” He stated, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Finally, he looked at you. Your eyes pleading for further answers. “You’re how they’re gonna punish me.”

And finally it hit you. A gasp left from your mouth and you held onto the bar tighter to prevent yourself from stumbling. The guards words made sense now. Of course they would use you against Kit. He’s been punished so much and nothing has ever stopped him. They knew by punishing you physically it would punish him mentally. They believe doing so would keep him in his place. They were so fucking smart, it drove you mad.

“Oh God, Kit..” you shook your head desperately. “I’ve never taken a beating here! I’ve been so good!” Tears formed in your eyes as the fear consumed you. You understood their intentions but how could they do this to you? You were an Angel. It’s not fair.

“I’m so sorry” you barely heard Kits voice through your racing mind, but you managed to look at him and allow yourself to calm down as much as you could. You were visibly crying, but you could tell how much despair Kit felt. “I should’ve neva stole from Arden. This has to be his doings. I embarrassed him.” Kit ran his hand through his dark hair as he contemplated ways of stopping it. He knew he could take the beatings, that’s why he never stopped breaking the rules. But you? You were fragile. You were a woman, for godsake. “I’ll figure something out y/n I swear I’ll get you outta this. They won’t lay a hand on you.” He now looked you in the eyes, you could see how troubled he was at this moment in time, how desperate he was for any way to fix this. It hurt your heart. You knew this would eat him alive.

“No.” You finally spoke and he looked at you in confusion once again.

“What do you mean n-“

“I mean no. You won’t figure this out because if you try they will only use it against you.” You took a deep shaky breath before continuing. “We have to let it happen.” You nodded and Kit looked at you like he’d just seen you swallow a man.

“Are you crazy?”

“Think about it, if we walk in there with strong faces and we deal with what’s to come — they won’t break us. Maybe it’ll intimidate them. Kit we can’t let them break us. We have to let them do this.” You nodded. It made your stomach ache and your head throb at knowing you were about to take in the worst beating of your life, but you weren’t going to let them win. You weren’t going to let them break Kit’s spirit. “And afterwards, we will go in as if nothing happened. Kit look at me.” You begged him when you realized he was looking anywhere but. It took a moment but finally his eyes met yours again and you gave him as reassuring smile as you could. “It’s okay. I’ll be alright. You have to promise not to do anything stupid. Please?” The small plead came out in a whisper and you could tell Kit wanted to object, but he held himself together and after some time, he finally nodded.

The next hour was full of tension. You did your best to direct conversation anywhere but on what was to come, to no real avail. Kits head was spinning at the thought of his mistake being taken out on you. That you were going to feel the wrath and not him. He was already so angry at himself and it hadn’t even happened yet. You could see it in his face and all you could do was try to make him understand that you would never blame him or be angry with him. You spoke of what the two of you should do next week, so he’d understand that there would still be a next week with you by his side. This wasn’t the end of you and Kit like Kit believed it would be. But without being able to physically touch him, hug him and reassure him, your words had no real effect on him. You also spent the hour preparing yourself. How you would stand strong and fearless in the eyes of your superiors here. It wasn’t going to be easy, but you were going to try.

Next you knew, your cells were being opened and you were both being dragged out and down the halls. Kit couldn’t control himself as he yelled and cursed at everyone he could trying so hard to stop it but again, to no avail. You were brought into Arden’s office, a change from Kit’s previous punishments. You all the while stayed as silent as you could and kept your head high only looking at Kit with pleading eyes when you could.

“What is this? Why’re we here and not your office?” Kit questioned Jude when she and Arden stepped into view, standing in front of you both. They only wore a smile.

“Decided we should try something new. You’re no stranger to breaking rules, Kit.” Jude started, walking closer to you. “I truly hope this will bring your awful behavior to an end.”

You kept your eyes on Kit, avoiding Jude’s face. You were scared it would crush you and you wanted to take it like a woman.

“You will watch as y/n is punished for your mistakes, and you will sit and think about it. You will not be able to forget the pain you caused her and will, hopefully, think about it before stealing another item from anyone.”

“You’re a monster.” You spat at Jude, only to feel a sudden stinging of your cheek from a harsh slap by Jude herself. Kit attempted to launch himself at Jude, but was held in place by the guard still standing behind you both.

You looked back at her and her eyes were cold while piercing into you. “Let’s not make this harder than it has to be, yeah?” She whispered out, turning to face Arden a second after. You regained your position, your breath shaky and avoided looking at Kit.

“Go on then. Get it over with.” Jude didn’t even acknowledge your words, only taking the whip from Arden who stood back, a smirk placed on his lips. If only you could tear his lips from his face, you thought.

“This is a special whip of mine,” Jude smiled turning back to face you and bringing it closer. Once in view, you were able to see the thorn-like material. It wouldn’t only slap into your skin, it would pierce it. “I don’t use it often, but I feel it… appropriate… for this punishment.” Your lip quivered at her words and the thoughts but you quickly but into your inner cheek to advert your mind.

“Oh come on!” Kit cried out. He wanted to do more but he was so limited. It was physically hurting him that he couldn’t save you. “Y’can’t go easy on her at all? She didn’t do anything!”

“No! I can’t!” Jude approached him quickly, angrily. “This is on you! Do you think I enjoy hurting the innocent? I do not! You have only yourself to thank for this.” She was so close to his face, her small figure nothing to his but holding all the power. “Strip her.” She demanded next; the guards immediately coming to you and ridding you of your suit. You attempted fighting it, but you were no match to the two men.

You now stood bare, only your undergarments on. Though it wasn’t important, you quickly grew insecure of being exposed like this to Kit.

“Move to the desk, place your hands on it and bend yourself forward.” Jude demanded with ease, her words flowing smoothly. It’s what she had everyone do for punishment. You stood for a moment, glancing over to Kit once more before he would be out of your view, then following her demands. Your legs felt like jello as you took the stance, feeling as if they’d give out at any second but doing your best to keep yourself up.

You couldn’t see Jude anymore, the only human in your view Dr. Arden who watched happily.

“25 hits, and this will be over.” Jude reassured like it would make it any better.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you sucked in a breath as you readied yourself for the first smack. Kit began pleading more and you almost looked back at him when you felt the first strike of the thorned leather strip pierce your back, letting out a loud gasp. The pain was indescribable. You were jolted forward by the force and an attempt to push yourself farther between you and Jude. You even felt as she pulled the whip back, the thorn pieces pulling from the skin they were imbedded in. You tried to catch your breath, your ears ringing and muffling the sound of Kit’s pleas, but immediately another strike followed and you jolted forward again gripping the desk now as you cried out. The second strike caused you so much more pain than the first.

“Turn away Kit! Close your eyes, please don’t watch this” you cried out to him before another strike made you cry out in pain.

You quickly zoned into the feeling of a trickle down your back and into your thighs. You were already bleeding.

Strike

Jude didn’t ease up or slow down, maintaining a perfect rhythm of whips on you. You couldn’t control the cries that escaped your mouth, your knees buckling and bringing you to the floor only for guards to grab you and hike you back up and hold you in place. Each strike causing your mind to go numb, likely in an attempt to block out the trauma happening to your body.

“Stop it! Ya have to stop! She can’t take anymore! Please, m’sorry for what I did! Just stop!” Kit cried out, fighting against the guard holding him as hard as he could. He watched as your back was tore up more and more, pouring blood from each wound. You couldn’t even hold your head up anymore and by the 22nd strike, you were barely conscious and the only thing keeping you upright were the men holding you. “Look at her, Jude! You’re gonna kill her!”

Kit’s words were squeaking, all the previous yelling finally causing his voice to grow hoarse and nearly gone. It didn’t stop him from trying though.

Jude looked at him, then at the bloodied mess of your back. Your blood had spit at her with every con thing strike she’d made, landing on her face and in her clothing. She only stood thinking for a moment before looking at Arden who gave her a nod. She knew Kit was right, you were already losing to much blood. But, she said what she said. She had to continue.

“We’re in Dr. Arden’s office for a reason.” Jude said slowly, Kit’s eyes nearly popping from his head when he realized she was going to continue. And so she did. “Forgive me, father.”

“No! Don’t do it, please!”

She ignored him and raised her whip above her head and lowered it hard onto your skin again. You felt the stinging and the pain, but you didn’t have the energy anymore. The last 2 we’re quick, next thing you knew you were laying face down in a bed.

Your head lifted the best it could with the little energy you had, wincing at the pain that coursed through your backside from using your back muscles. There was a machine next you, following the long tube finding it connected to an IV that was in your arm. You realized the red liquid was blood that was being transfused into you. Your cloudy mind fell back into the previous instance and remembering what had happened. You don’t remember it ending, you don’t remember being brought here. You just remember the horrible pain you felt.

“Hey, suga…” you turned your head the other way hearing a light voice next to you, almost scaring you before your eyes landed on Kits. They were swollen and bloodshot from crying, and they looked at you with so much pain and sorrow. Though yours lit right up at seeing him, a smile forming on your lips.

“Kit..” you sighed, feeling your body relax in his presence. You lifted your arm and extended your hand to him which he took instantly and held tightly, placing soft kisses on it. Your eyes closed at the warmth radiating from him and the softness of his lips in your hand.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Is there any way ya could forgive me?” You opened your eyes to meet his pleading one’s and only narrowed your eyebrows at his words. You squeezed his hand that was holding yours and attempted to pull him closer. Getting the message, he moved himself so he was as close as he could be, his forward pressing against your cheek while his other hand entangled itself gently into your hair.

“I told you this wasn’t going to break us.” You whispered, feeling his hold around you tighten and hearing the breaking of his voice when he spoke.

“Ya nearly died back there. I don’t know what I woulda done y/n. I thought I might die right there..” he sobbed into you while you just gave him occasional squeezes of your hand on his for reassurance and to let him know it’s okay.

You let him just cry to you for awhile. He needed to get it out. This was exactly what Jude was hoping for and it’s what she got. But you weren’t going to let it break you. You said what you said for a reason and you were going to stand by it.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here.” You soothed him, him lifting his head and moving it so it was resting level with yours. You retrieved your hand and wiped away the tears you could then letting it rest on the side of his face. “I’m right here.”

He sniffled again then moved himself closer to you slowly awaiting your approval which you gave, before closing the space between the two of you. His lips were so gentle against yours, so scared he might break you. It wasn’t the first time you shared a kiss, but this one was different. It was full of fear, fear that you were going to die, fear that he was going to lose you from death itself or from the hatred he was sure you’d feel after. But you were alive and there was not a bone in your body that could hate this man. No, you loved him. You loved him more than your life. And he loved you more than his, and it was felt within this kiss.

“I promise I’ll never let them lay a hand on you again. M’gonna get us outta this place, I promise ya, okay?” Kit moved some of your hair from your face behind your ear and you only smiled up at him. You knew better than to let him promise you the first, these people in this place were inhumane and they would do what they wanted and there was not anything Kit could do. But his second promise, that one you believed. There was something in the way Kit looked at you that made you believe him.

“And we will run away together?” You finally spoke in a squeak, a happy smile on your lips now at the beautiful thiught. He sighed out with a wide smile himself and nodded quickly.

“There’s nothing else I’d rather do.”

I Cried

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