Author: Crimson Vampire Goddess
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: I, Crimson Vampire Goddess, being of unsound mind and a body of no-one's fricking business, hereby declare that though I play with the story and the characters they, unfortunately, in no way belong to me.

A group of men in suits walked down a well lit corridor most likely being given a tour and a speech about the building and what went on within its walls.

"Gentlemen, we are indeed fortunate today to be able to observe an entirely new approach to the treatment of insanity." Said the short, round elderly man that led the group.

"It is... Oh, Dr. Ferral, I was just saying to my colleagues we're here in the hope that uh you will permit us to observe this new treatment of yours." He said as a young man walked past the group. Dr Ferral turned to face the group of men; he was in his thirties with medium length black hair, blue eyes, and neatly trimmed mustache and goatee.

"Well, I wasn't expecting such distinguished visitors, William, but you're all welcome of course." Dr. Ferral replied.

"I'm ready to begin now in fact." He added looking back to William.

"Who is your patient?" William asked.

"Drusilla Crook, an unfortunate, Sir William, who's hysterical and violent and has severe delusions of persecution." Dr. Ferral replied sadly.

"Oh, poor girl; do please proceed Dr. Ferral." William said motioning that he and his colleagues would follow.

A terrified Drusilla was strapped to a table by four thick leather straps her hair was haphazardly hacked off and she was hysterical giving the impression of insanity. After being put into an unconscious state she was moved to a room with a viewing window threw which Sir William and the other gentlemen were watching. Dr. Ferral was readying the tools he'd be using in the procedure. One of which was circular at the bottom with a small hole in the center were the tip of a sharp piece of metal poked out from within the handle. Dr. Ferral placed the tool on Drusilla's forehead and positioned a small hammer at the top.

"We have one tap above..." Sir William explained as Dr. Ferral tapped the instrument into Drusilla's skull.

"...and one into the left lobe..." Again his words were punctuated by a tap.

"...and one on the right and this unlucky patient's dementia will no longer take a violent form. Thanks to this simple procedure, we can now permanently alleviate the poor girls suffering."

The Ten Bells was bustling as it usually was at that time of the night work was done for the day and men were out looking for a good time and the prostitutes were looking for customers. Crowded around a small table Harmony, Cordelia, Jenny, and Willow sat wondering about recent events.

"Rich man to take care of Dru; knew that was too good to be true." Harmony said to the rest of the group.

"They're going to kill us; they're going to kill every one of us." Jenny said in a fearful tone.

"Who is this Albert then anyway?" Cordelia asked not too pleased with the situation.

"Oh, for god's sake who cares about Albert and Dru's troubles; what are we going to do? We can't stay clear of the Nickles boys forever." Harmony said starting to panick.

"You know they say they held poor Fred down and watched her bleed until she passed out and then they cut her throat." Jenny said.

"McQueen is mad. He enjoys hurting women that's all." Willow said in disgust.

"That's insane that's insane that they want four pounds; how we gonna get four pounds?!" Asked Harmony now in a full panic.

"Not with my ass honey; I'd be lucky to get four pence." Jenny joked trying to lighten the mood. The laughing women were silenced by the grouchy bar tender.

"Oy, behave yourselves or bugger off!" He hollered over to them.

"Oh bugger off yourself." Harmony said under her breath.

"We work, girls. We work the streets harder than ever." Jenny said seriously looking at each of the girls to make sure they heard her.