<i>'Five minutes and thirty-seconds'</i><br/>Had Asa really been counting down the seconds that he'd been out for? Most of the night was still a blur, but he had the journals hidden away in his bedroom. Sorted in a place he was hoping the maids wouldn't look.  There was a chance they would just look over them anyway. Reading wasn't something new to Carter, he enjoyed a good book before he fell to sleep. "Is there something I should remember?" he asked as Asa came forward and crouched in front of him. He focused on his guardians miss matched eyes and gently set him palm into Asa's offered one and pushed himself back to his feet.<br/><br/>Carter had grown up in this house - if you could all it a house. But this was the only place Carter could remember from his childhood. The wide halls with the occasional staff member walking through the corridor with a handful of blankets or baskets in his or her arms. The dim lights greeting you and flickering every once in a while. It was no surprise guests thought the place was haunted. Luckily Carter didn't believe in ghosts. But he still got an eerie feeling whenever he ventured into a part of the house he wasn't use too. "Asa, where are we going?" he asked once they reached the locked door. Carter had tried to gain access a few years back, but all the keys he'd found didn't fit the lock. What was behind the door? Something about it made him grow uneasy and his nerves didn't shift when the door opened either.<br/><br/>A chill fan up his spine and his eyes focused on Asa before he pulled his jumper a little tighter around himself before heading down the stone steps after him. There was a chill in this side of the house and it rattled him to the core. This was a place he knew he shouldn't be venturing into, but he trusted Asa and would follow him anywhere. But when they came to the next heavy door, he hesitated before he walked through before Asa. The first thing that hit him was the foul smell. It was horrific. He'd never smelled anything like it and was forced to pull his jumper up over his nose to protect his nostrils. It was enough to make him feel nauseous. But as his eyes focused in the dimly lit room, it became apparent that they weren't the only two creatures there. His eyes focused on a man, bound and teetering on his toes with his wrists shackled high above his head on a hook that was secured to the ceiling.<br/><br/>Carter instantly forgot about the smell and placed his hands over his mouth in shock. What the hell! This had to be a dream. This couldn't be real. The poor boy was unrecognizable in the dimly lit room. His body was covered in blood, sweat and god knows what else. It was obvious he'd been though a great ordeal, but Carter was too baffled to move or say anything. He just stood there in complete shock until Asa spoke.<br/><i><br/>
'This is what I wanted to show you. Do you recognize this man, Carter?'</i><br/><br/>His brain was quickly trying to plant the boys face within his memory and it didn't take him long to work out who the male was. He lowered his hands from his mouth and nodded. "H-he's the guy from the bar... The one that slipped something into my drink" he said unable to take his eyes off the poor guy. He sight made him feel sick. He was shocked to see the poor guy chained to their ceiling, but he was also curious, and it soon got the better of him. He slowly stepped forward to examine the damage that had been inflicted upon the males body. His fingers gently moving to brush the guys' bloody and sweaty torso. "Asa... we can't keep him. What do you intend to do with him? If you let him go, we'll all get into trouble and killing him..." Well killing him wasn't legal was it, and he was sure the poor man had someone that would notice he'd gone missing. "You really caused a lot of shit you know" he said to the boy this time before he stepped away to face Asa. There was no way he was trusting the boy, even if he was chained and unable to hurt him again. It was clear the only people he could fully trust were the staff and his guardian. "Why did you want me to see him? Last night is over Asa. I'm okay and now we've got this..." he gestured to the mess "To deal with. I've already apologized for it" so why was the guy here? He didn't understand and the sight was obviously distressing him. The smell was enough to make him feel nauseous, never mind the sight mixed in with it. "Fuck..." He felt like he was going to throw up. No, this was a just a bad dream.<i>It's all in my head. All this is just a new effect from the medication and I'm going to wake up tomorrow and everything will be as it was. </i>Or that's what he was telling himself as he made himself lean against one of the tables that was lined with equipment that was used for god knows what. He couldn't do another day of this crap.