"You... you don't love me anymore! You just want to be with her now that I am here. You... you want to take my children and live happily ever after with that bitch! Well, you have another thing coming! I am not going to allow that!" She gave him a chilling smile that had Thomas contemplating the idea of running out of the visiting room.
"I will come after you. I will get my babies! I will…oh, my babies," she broke down in tears in the middle of the room, forgoing the chairs as she slid to the floor bonelessly. "I want to see my babies. I want to get out of here," she cried in a wracking sob that soon turned to heaves.
Thomas tentatively moved closer to her, wondering if she might turn violent again. "Susan, my love. Don't do this to yourself," he said softly as he bent down to her level. He touched her, and she only kept crying. Though the sound was more like that of a choking, desperate one, it gave him the chills.
He was relieved that she was not fighting him off or trying to gouge out his eyes the way she had done earlier, so he gathered her to himself, even though he was repulsed by the stench coming from her matted hair.
She was his love, after all. It was Susan.
"Will you get me out of here? You have to get me out of here, my love. Those bastards are lying. They wanted to separate us," she said, then desperately grabbed him, her bony hands digging into his back as she looked up at him. "I think it was her fault. I think she is paying them. That bitch wanted me gone, so she is paying them to deal with me like this. They are torturing me! You can't allow them to do this to me! I am your love, remember? I am the one you want to be with. You…"
"Please calm down, Suzzy," Thomas said with gritted teeth. Her hands felt as if they had grown claws, and they were digging into him so badly that he wanted to fling her off him to relieve the pain. She is Susan, after all. He thought to himself as he tried to release her hold. It was to no avail, though, so he resorted to cajoling her.
"I am going to get you out of here soon, my love," he said, nodding to her when she looked up sharply at him as if to confirm what he was saying. "Remember how we planned to make a new life for ourselves in Luxembourg?" she nodded, even though suspicion was still clear in her eyes. "I am working on it," he said, making his voice sound as convincing as he could.
"Are you lying to me also, my love?" she asked him tentatively. Thomas could hear a tremor in her voice, and she soon started shivering.
"No, of course not," he said as he gathered her to himself automatically. His insides recoiled at the way she felt in his hands.
Gone were the rosy curves that always enticed him, no matter what. Her boobs had always been his source of fantasies; they seemed scrawny when pressed against him now, and even if he wanted to drum up any arousal, the stench from her hair was killing that off.
"You just have to give me some time, okay? And... you have to get better too. Promise me that you will cooperate with these people."
"I don't want to!" She snapped, her voice wheezing at the last word. "They are liars! They just wanted to keep us apart. They wouldn't let me see you. They wouldn't let me go home. They wouldn't let me take... let me go home with you, my love," she ended with a whine.
Thomas knew what she had stopped herself from completing. He thought of the fact that she was not completely gone if she could still have enough consciousness to hide things from him. He had not wanted to ask her before to avoid having an episode of the violent tendencies that the officers and doctor had informed him that she was now prone to, but he needed to know.
"Why did you not tell me, babe?" He asked, and he could feel her go still in his hands.
"Tell you what?" she asked tentatively.
"That you were using," he said as carefully as he could think of "I didn't even know that you felt the need to use it. Why would you do that to the kids?"
"I was not affecting them. I would never affect them. You know, I would never do that. Are you calling me a terrible mother? I am not a terrible mother! You can't say that to me!" She spoke rapidly as she tried to move away from him.
Thomas tried to hold her to himself. He was surprised at the swiftness of the change in her mood.
"I was just…"
"I hate you!" she screamed. "Leave me alone!" "You are also blaming me!"
"No, I…" He tried to move closer to her, and she let out a bloodcurdling scream that had the nurse and one of the officers rush over in a panic.
"What is happening?" The officer called Tyler hurriedly as the nurse went straight to Susan.
"We were just talking and she went." Thomas gestured towards Susan with his hands, and he was surprised that the ferocious look was gone from her face. She was looking straight ahead, like someone who had been bullied. Tears were coming out of her eyes.
Thomas was more confused. "What kind of sickness is this?" he thought to himself.
"I think you need to leave, sire," the nurse said as she guided Susan back to her room. The latter held on to her like she was a lifesaver, not even giving Thomas a second look.
Thomas looked at Tyler "What is wrong with her? What have you guys done to her?" he asked in confusion.
"D***s. That is what. I did try to warn you," Tyler replied