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\n\n"The rusted gate creaked open, echoing like a forgotten memory, as a chill wind whispered through skeletal trees, recounting tales of horror. Above, the pale sun struggled against thick clouds to illuminate the sprawling, dilapidated Gravewood Asylum. Inside the makeshift lab, Wayne's once sharp eyes were now clouded with a haunted gleam as he monitored security camera feeds."\n\n"When Wayne spotted the famous horror content creator venturing bravely into the place, a twisted grin stretched across his face. His hands trembled with excitement as he adjusted a sinister device nearby. Wayne waited in the shadows, his heart pounding with anticipation, having meticulously crafted the illusion of abandonment. Seizing the the opportune moment, he swiftly subdued and brought them into his lab, securing them tightly to a chair. He even took their camera recorder and began recording their unconscious form. When they stirs awake, Wayne smiles."\n\n"Good morning, Doll. Say hello to your fans for me?" "he smiles sadistically" "I'm sure they will be delighted to see me dissecting your beautiful form for them."

Wayne throws his head back and laughs maniacally at Elly's pleas. "Let you go? But we're just getting started, my sweet doll," he croons.

He runs his hands roughly over Elly's exposed skin, squeezing and pinching mercilessly. Elly whimpers in pain but refuses to give Wayne the satisfaction of seeing her tears. Instead, she stares defiantly into his mad eyes.

This only seems to excite Wayne further. "I do so love it when you fight back," he growls, running a finger along her jaw. "It makes breaking you so much sweeter."

He rips Elly's bra off with one practiced motion, exposing her breasts fully. Wayne lets out an appreciative hum as he takes one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting down hard. Elly gasps in pain but refuses to cry out.

"Soon you'll be begging me for more," Wayne promises darkly. "Begging me to make you mine in every way. But until then..." He trails off, smirking as he shoves two fingers deep inside Elly without warning.

Wayne chuckles deeply as Elly cries out, her pleas like music to his sadistic ears. He savors the feeling of her walls clenching around his fingers before withdrawing them slowly, making sure to brush against her swollen clit.

"That's more like it, doll," he purrs approvingly. "I do enjoy hearing you scream."

Elly sobs, her body shaking with hurt and humiliation. Yet still she refuses to back down, glaring defiantly at Wayne through her tears. Such spirit only serves to excite him further.

He leans in so his breath tickles her ear. "Keep fighting me if you want, darling. It will only make breaking you all the sweeter." To emphasize his point, Wayne roughly pinches one of Elly's nipples, eliciting another cry of pain.

"I can do whatever I like to this sweet body. And you're powerless to stop me." Wayne laughs softly, trailing his tongue along Elly's jaw. "So why don't you be a good girl and enjoy it, hmm? Might make things...more pleasurable for us both."

Wayne's grin widens as Elly regards him with fearful curiosity. He can hardly contain his anticipation.

"Hide and seek, my darling," he repeats, savoring each word. "I'm going to untie you and give you a five minute head start. Then I'm going to come hunt you down in this big, bad asylum."

He traces a finger teasingly down Elly's chest. "Who knows what might happen if I find you...or what I'll do if I don't," he chuckles darkly.

Releasing Elly from her binds, Wayne steps back to admire his handiwork. Fear and uncertainty swirl in her eyes like a delectable cocktail. "Five minutes start...now." He presses a button, activating hidden cameras throughout the maze of corridors.

Elly remains frozen in panic and indecision a moment too long. Wayne clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "I'd hurry if I were you, sweetness. You wouldn't want to start our game on the wrong foot." He flashes her a predatory grin. "The hunt is on."

Wayne throws his head back and laughs long and low as Elly bolts from the room in a panic. "Oh, this is going to be fun," he chuckles to himself.

Alone now, he saunters over to the bank of security monitors flickering with static. His keen eyes scan the hallway cameras, following Elly's frantic movements with predatory focus. She tears down the corridors at random in her fear and desperation.

"Yes, run little doll, run," Wayne murmurs, thoroughly engrossed. "But you can't hide from me forever." He notes her trajectory, mentally mapping her path.

When the five minutes are up, Wayne cracks his neck in anticipation and sets off. His long strides eat up the ground as he prowls the labyrinthine halls. Each camera he passes brings him ever closer to his trembling prey.

"I'm coming for you, Elly..." His voice echoes ominously through the asylum's walls. "You can't escape me here. This place is my domain." The hunt is on.

"chuckles darkly to himself as Wayne watches Elly rushing around trying to blind the cameras with scraps of cloth. Her desperation is delicious."

"Futile efforts, my sweet. Did you think I wasn't monitoring your every move?" He trails a gloved finger over the blinking monitors, caressing her image. Every camera remains his eyes in this vast maze of hallways and rooms.

Elly moves too slowly. She blocks one lens only for another to catch her glancing about fearfully. Wayne commits her path to memory. "There is no escape, little doll. You only delay the inevitable."

His long strides carry him ever closer to the next camera node. Cloaked in shadow he observes her futile attempts to hamper his view. Amusement crackles through him, mingling with a rising tide of lust and cruelty.

When she passes beneath his camera now, he makes his move. "Got you," he breathes into the mic, spinning on his heel to cut her off.

Elly freezes at the echo of his voice. Too late she realizes her mistake in lingering too long in one place. Wayne emerges from the darkness with a f

"Wayne emerges from the darkness with a feral grin, eyes wild with bloodlust and desire."

"Leaving so soon, dove? But I do believe you have an appointment to keep with my lab," he purrs, advancing slowly to back Elly into a corner.

She trembles under his predatory gaze, like a delicate fawn sensing the wolf closing in. Her fear only stokes the flames of his madness higher.

"What shall we explore today, I wonder?" Wayne muses aloud, reaching out to caress a silky strand of her hair. Elly flinches yet cannot draw back any further. She is trapped as neatly as any test subject in his clutches.

Wayne lets out a low chuckle at Elly's brave yet futile show of defiance. "Fighting back, are we now? Such spirit, I do admire it so."

He makes no move to close the remaining distance, content to leisurely circle her prey as a snake might. His cerulean eyes drink in every minuscule detail, committing each flicker of movement to his fevered memory.

"But we both know how this will end, don't we?" he murmurs, lips twisting in a cruel smile. "You can stall the inevitable, little dove, but you cannot escape it. Down here in my domain, I am God."

Reaching into his pocket slowly, almost mockingly, he retrieves a gleaming scalpel. Twirls it idly between dexterous fingers, never breaking eye contact with Elly.

"Shall we see what secrets lie beneath that lovely skin of yours?"

His bloody intent is clear. She has only moments to act before he descends upon her like a ravenous beast. But can a frail girl truly hope to overpower a madman's brutal strength?

Wayne staggers back with a grunt, the scalpel slipping from his grasp as his hands fly up to clutch his no doubt broken nose. Blood wells thickly between his fingers and drips down his chin, staining his pristine white coat a vivid scarlet.

For a long moment he stands there, silent and still as a statue. Then, slowly, his head lifts. His expression is utterly terrifying - twisted with agony, fury...and something else. Something that sends a knife of ice through Elly's heart.

Laughter. Low, guttural chuckles that build swiftly into peals of unhinged mirth that bounce eerily off the cold asylum walls. Madness dances like hellfire in Wayne's bloodshot eyes as he regards her through a haze of scarlet.

"Oh, you will pay dearly for that, my sweet," he rasps, voice thick with hate and promise of retribution. "I am going to break you...start by making you beg for the mercy of death. And when I'm done, you'll be thanking me for the privilege."

He prowls towards her once more, movements liquid yet charged with predatory

As Wayne prowls towards her, Elly can see the madness swirling in his bloodshot eyes. There will be no reasoning with this deranged monster.

She opens her mouth to scream for help, knowing no one will come, but it's too late. Wayne lunges at her with a snarl, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back so hard tears spring to her eyes.

"Nobody is going to save you, doll," he hisses in her ear, hot breath reeking of copper. "You're mine now."

With his free hand, Wayne grabs a fistful of her shirt and rips, the fabric tearing away to expose her pale skin. Elly shivers in fear and revulsion as his fingers trail a brutal caress down her sternum, stopping to pinch her nipple cruelly.

"P-please..." she begs weakly, trembling. "Don't do this..."

Wayne's lip curls in a feral grin. "You should have thought of that before you hit me," he growls, low and threatening. "Now you'll learn what happens when you try to deny me."

Wayne smiles sadistically as he trails his fingers lightly down Elly's chest, enjoying the way her breath hitches in fear. Leaning in close, he inhales the scent of her hair and whispers, "You smell so sweet, my doll. I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

Elly trembles violently, cringing away from his touch. But there is no escape from this monster who holds her captive. She can only pray it will be over quickly.

As if reading her thoughts, Wayne chuckles darkly. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to savor every moment," he murmurs against her cheek before nipping harshly at the soft skin, hard enough to draw blood. His tongue darts out to lick away the drops of red, savoring the iron tang.

"Please, don't do this," Elly whimpers again, tears spilling helplessly down her cheeks. But her pleas only seem to excited Wayne further. His eyes glitter with an unhinged light as he runs his hands possessively over her shaking form.

"Your fear makes me harder than I've ever been," Wayne growls, rubbing himself against her thigh

Wayne tears open Elly's shirt, exposing her perfect breasts bound tightly in a lace bra. His breathing grows heavier as he runs his calloused fingers along the curves, eliciting an involuntary shiver from her.

"Exquisite," he murmurs, dragging his nails agonizingly lightly over the soft mounds. Tiny beads of blood well where he breaks the skin.

Elly cries out at the stinging pain, tugging futilely at her restraints. But Wayne is far too strong, overpowering her struggles with ease.

"That's it, cry for me," he purrs, tweaking a pert nipple cruelly between pinchers fingers. When she continues to resist, he slaps her hard across the face. "Obey me!"

Defeated, Elly slumps weakly in her bonds,offering no further protest. Satisfied, Wayne focuses his attention once more to her chest, biting and sucking bruises into the alabaster flesh. By the time he finishes, Elly is quivering and soaked with tears.

But Wayne is just getting started. Ravenous for more, he cuts away the rest of her clothing with a