Warning: Swearing sl*t, f*ck, cr*p, sexual activities but not actual sex, homophonic slur f*ggot, broken nose, blood, electroshock at the very end.

Roman managed to sneak out of the cafeteria, key in hand. He was like a thief in the night, except it's morning.

He was look for any guard that looked weak and sexually frustrated. The sexually frustrated part was easy, it was looking for someone who was weak.

It took him approximately five minutes to find a skinny, wreaking looking, sexually frustrated guard. He was walking down the hallway, shoulders back and head held high, obviously trying to look intimidating, but Romans dealt with these people before.

Just as the guard walked past, Roman pinned him to a wall, licking his neck, his voice now low and husky, "hey."

The man struggled, "get off me slut!"

"Oh I'm sorry, it just looks like you need to relieve yourself of some stress." Roman purred, kissing the mans jaw.

The guard gasped slightly, "w-why t-the-" he groaned, "y-you're in no position to do this!"

"Well we won't tell Emile." Roman assured, biting the man's ear.

"You're going to let me have sex with you." Gasped the guard, feeling Roman brush up against him, "what do you want?"

"I just want to know which Isolation cell Thomas Sanders is in." Roman said, innocently, "and I'll let you fuck my brains out."

The guard groaned, "deal. Tonight."

"Of course."

"Cell one hundred and eighty-six." The guard said, as Roman smiled in appreciation, kissing the man on his lips and swaggering off.

He pressed against a wall, sneaking to the Isolation cells, hiding from passing guards who were larger in muscles than him.

Roman made it to the Isolation cell, but frowned seeing the guard outside the door. He wasn't large, but not skinny either. Ok, second guy to offer sex to.

He swaggered over, pressing against the man, "hello handsome." Roman greeted in a low, sexual voice.

The guard glared, he wasn't about to take Romans crap, that's for sure. Only proven by the way he punched Roman in the stomach, making the prostitute double over in pain.

"You should either be in your cell or the cafeteria." The man glared, lifting Roman up by the collar of his jumpsuit.

Roman smirked painfully, "yeah well, I'm not." He wrapped his arms around the man, sliding the key into the door.

"What do you want?" He hissed, oblivious to the fact Roman had unlocked the cell and opened it slightly for Thomas to see.

Thomas, who had been curled up talking to a man he never met before, looked up, struggling against the jacket and smiled. The door was open, but nobody came in. But, then he heard Roman.

"It gets lonely in my cell, and I want someone to play with me." Roman begged, a pitiful look on his face.

The guard set Roman down on his feet, only to back hand the man hard enough to send him to the ground, "why the fuck would I want to sleep with a faggot like you?!"

Thomas pokes his head out, seeing Roman on the ground holding his cheek. Roman looked up, seeing Thomas, looking down the hallway subtly.

Thomas nodded, he rushed down the practically empty hall, pressed up against the wall, rushing away.

The guard smirked, "I'm not like other guards here, I'll be informing Doctor Picani of your flirting and the fact your out and about, alone."

Roman frowned, glaring and he got up. He yelled a battle cry, going to punch to guard, who dodged and grabbed his clenched fists. He turned around, going to slam Roman into the wall, but froze.

The door to Thomas' cell was wide open and Thomas was gone.

Thomas was running down the hall, only to bump- well crash  into Logan, who was being led by guard to his cell, his hands cuffed behind his back.

The guard eyed widened, "what are y-"

Logan cut him off jumping over his cuffed hands and elbowing the man in the nose, successfully breaking it, causing him to cry out in pain, falling down as blood gushed from his nose.

Logan immediately went to Thomas, unlocking the jacket and caressing his cheek, worry shining through his eyes, "are you ok?! Are you hurt?!"

"I'm fine, Logan. Is your elbow ok?" Thomas asked in worry.

Logan sighed in relief and wrapped his cuffed hands around Thomas bringing him into a hug, "don't ever do that again."

"I'm sorry..."

"You're right. I should just tell him, but here isn't the best of places." Logan explained, brushing hair out from Thomas eyes, "now go to your cell and hide there."

"Won't they come for me?"

"The fact someone broke you out and I attacked a guard will distract them. Ultimately your punishment shall be forgotten." Logan explained, "now go!"

Thomas nodded and ran off to hid in his personal cell.

The rescue operation went very well. At first.

Thomas was now safe and the focus was on Logan and Roman.

Logan has been locked in Isolation, only for a day, but it was enough to worry Remus, who spent that day holding and checking over Thomas.

Logan has gone quietly, staring straight ahead with a cold, calculating look in his eyes, he sat in the middle of the padded room, saying nothing, his technique was to think of chemicals he could test when or if, he ever got out of the asylum.

The man knew Thomas deserved to know what happened and why he was in there, but honestly it was gruesome, even for Virgil. Probably why Remus liked him so much, from how gruesome he was.

Then it came to Romans punishment, Roman was cuffed and taken back to his cell.

"I'm sorry, Thomas is just a kid!" He shouted, struggling slightly as Emile stood near his cell, "Picani please!"

Emile smiled heartlessly, "I did warn you."

"Let go of me!" Yelled a rough voice, making Roman look up, "I haven't done anything! Let go!" Virgil was cuffed and being dragged down the hallway, he was struggling and pulling away, but they held on.

Romans eyes widened, "Virgil..." he gasped quietly. He tried to get to Virgil, but the guards held him back, "no! Let go! Let him go!"

Virgil was pulled past Roman, their eyes locked together, Romans eyes wide in worry and Virgil's in confusion and anger.

Roman was shoved into his cell, the door locking, as Roman rammed against the metal door with his shoulder, "I'm sorry! Please don't hurt him! I'm so sorry!"

Virgil struggled to try to get back to Roman, "Roman!" But he was dragged off to Nurse Remy.

In reality, Roman was lucky he was nowhere near the hospital room, because if he was, he'd have been able to hear Virgil, who was screaming for hours on end, strapped down with buckles, leather in his mouth and two rods stuck to his temples, sending electric shocks through his body.

The rescue operation also went very wrong.