Lily followed me down the hallway with an inquisitive curiosity, wondering where I was taking her. Her blonde hair and blue eyes had filled my heart with interest, and I was determined to solidify the relationship.

She was beautiful, young, and a self-admitted manic-depressive. She told me she had been committed to Greystone by her husband in order to get hold of her money, but none of that seemed important or concerned me now.

What concerned me was simple: having sex with her. I would not rape her, for even a scum bucket like me recognizes that that is completely unacceptable. I've been forced to do plenty of things I had no desire to do, and to this day resent them in my own memorized list.

No, I simply wanted to connect with someone and I was attracted to her, for lack of a better word, innocence. She was young, still so unspoiled by life's hardships, and yet stuck in this horrible place. But even that hadn't tarnished her ability to smile radiantly at even the smallest things.

This girl was special. She had a mental disorder, no question, but she also had the qualities of a caged dove.

"Where are we going?" She asked, smiling.

"It's a secret."

I led her down an empty stairwell that connected to the basement and the boiler room below the main building. We were in prohibited areas, but that didn't seem to concern her either.

"I love doing things we're not supposed to." She said.

"Really?" I asked, turning around and seeing she was no longer behind me. "Lily?" I called out, hearing a giggle behind a large electrical wall of various panels. I moved down the adjacent corridor, hearing her footsteps moving further away in the shadows.

A rush of adrenaline washed over me as I picked up my pace, searching for this beautiful waif through the maze of corridors, machinery, and pipes.

"Lily?" I called out, stopping, wondering where she had disappeared to and whether myself, the hunter, had now become the hunted.

I could feel my heart beginning to race. I wanted to cause trouble, I wanted to give trouble, and I wanted to be...well, be a very bad boy. Suddenly her hand reached out for me from the shadows and I jumped. She was hiding between two large phone panels, the high pitched HUM reverberating above us.

She took my hand and slowly led me towards her. I could tell in her stare she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

We kissed; the hairs on the back of my neck rising upwards like a black cat on Halloween. I pushed her against the panel of wires, touching her breasts as she kissed me harder.

"What's your name?" she asked.

Two patients in a mental health clinic about to have a one-night stand and she wants to know my name? "Marcus." I replied, kissing her with greater passion. Marcus? I wasn't sure why I had said that name but it felt right. It felt good.

It felt powerful.