You won't get away this time

A/N: If you are a previous reader, this chapter is mostly the same as "Asylum" in the old story.

WARNING: involuntary treatment, mental illness

Natsuo's right wrist was bruised after rubbing a wristband briskly against it for three days. His face was weighed down by swollen eye bags and his dirty hair was tangled in knots, having not been washed or brushed.

He had been imprisoned, caged like a wild animal. His cell was padded with white material, muffling any sound he made and making it difficult to escape, because the door to freedom had been locked.

The light gray clothes he wore itched him. He had clawed at his skin, leaving scratches that had gouged his face, arms and stomach. His fingernails, previously clean and neat, were now chipped and ragged.