Chapter 133: ~Hellbound~
A sudden recollection jolted
as I rembered being with Elena. Flashes of monts spent together rushed through my mind, and the realization hit
like a lightning bolt. "I was sleeping with her," I muttered to myself, my voice filled with disbelief.
Panicked and disoriented, I yelled out, "Where am I?" I couldn’t make sense of my surroundings, and the sight of the window only added to my bewildernt.
"Do you think I’m crazy?" I challenged, my voice wavering with a mix of fear and defiance. The room and its unfamiliar surroundings felt like a prison, and I was determined to prove that I did not belong within these sterile walls.
After a while, Paul was pulled into the room by two guys. anwhile, Obin engaged in a conversation with a doctor, the fate of Paul hanging in the balance.
The psychiatrist tried to justify his stance, emphasizing the importance of providing the right care for individuals like Paul. "I didn’t an it, Mr. Obin. Patients like him, on the other hand, may get themselves into a lot of problems if they don’t get what they want," he reasoned, his tone filled with compassion.
But I was determined, and my smirk revealed a hint of mischief. I had a plan in mind, and I wasn’t about to back down. "One million dollars," I declared confidently, throwing down the gauntlet.
"Let
go!" I shouted my struggle to free myself intensifying as I clung to the belief that I was unjustly confined.
As I examined the pill in my hand, a surge of bitterness and anger welled up within . Elena’s betrayal had shaken
to the core, and the realization that she had deceived
fueled my determination to break free from the confinent I found myself in.
"How much did that man give you?" I asked, scrutinizing them for any sign of complicity. The staff mbers exchanged wary glances, clearly hesitant to reveal any details.
"What are you doing, man?" one of them inquired, his voice laced with concern.
Desperate to break free from my perceived confinent, I seized a nearby rod and attempted to force it open. My cries for release echoed through the room, drawing the attention of two ward boys who arrived to investigate the commotion.
The doctor listened attentively, aware of the gravity of the circumstances. Obin continued, "Mr. Houston will give you extra money for his treatnt."
Another ward boy intervened, attempting to pacify . "You’ll leave after your treatnt," he assured , his tone gentle but firm.
The other ward boy was less patient, brushing off my words with a dismissive comnt. "Put an end to your blabbering. We don’t care about your foolishness."
The chilling exchange between Obin and the psychiatrist left a sense of foreboding in the air.
It was a few hours ago when Elena had left for college. In her absence, a shadowy figure nad Obin arrived at the mansion, accompanied by two ominous-looking n. Their intent was clear; they had co to take Paul with them.
"I’m sure the doctor won’t give you a penny," I continued, my voice persuasive and reassuring. "But if you guys help
get out of here, I’ll give you double."
As I looked at the hospital staff, I realized that I needed answers. I needed to understand the circumstances that had led to my confinent, and I was ready to employ whatever ans necessary to achieve that goal.
**
"No, you aren’t, but your family told us to look after you," one of them explained, offering a reassuring smile.
The staff mbers continued to maintain a sense of calm; they also made it clear that taking dication was a necessary step in my treatnt. In response, they handed
a tablet through a small opening in the door.
"Derek, how dare you?" I shouted in frustration, my anger manifesting as I swept everything off the nearby table in a fit of agitation.
"Am I in a ntal hospital?" I exclaid, my mind racing with a flurry of emotions. The thought of being confined in such a place filled
with a sense of outrage.
Obin’s patience wore thin, and he delivered a stern response. "It’s none of your business, doctor. Please cooperate with us. If you don’t want to, there are plenty of other options."
The psychiatrist’s response to Obin was laced with a sense of understanding, tinged with a hint of acquiescence. "OK, I understand it," he acknowledged, his tone suggestive of a compromise in the face of the situation.
"Doctor," Obin began, his voice carrying an air of authority. "I hope you can understand this situation."
"This is a tiny present from Mr. Houston. I really hope you enjoy it."
**
"Elena, you’ve finally revealed your true colors, as I thought," I muttered through gritted teeth, my anger palpable. "I wouldn’t have to listen to you, and I will never. What is mine, I will snatch it by hook or by crook."
The doctor, who was a psychiatrist, responded calmly, his voice asured. "Yes, Mr. Obin, I am aware of his situation. But it isn’t a life-or-death issue. All he needs is soone’s affection and proper attention," he explained, his words carrying a hint of concern for Paul’s well-being.
Obin’s smile took on a sinister quality as he responded, his intentions veiled in nace. "That’s why he’s allowed to stay here. As a result, feel free to do anything you wish. Mr. Houston won’t mind if you guys make him a true psychopath."
The doctor’s smile upon receiving the package was filled with anticipation, and it hinted at the sinister exchange.
"What are you saying, man?" one of the ward boys asked, his confusion evident in his tone.
Their attempts at placating
fell on deaf ears as I remained determined to regain control of the situation. "Be quiet. Give
the phone," I demanded, my voice filled with urgency. "I need to talk to my mother."
The two n reacted differently to my audacious statent. One of them frowned, skeptical of the claim, while the other couldn’t contain his laughter. "Are you sure you’re serious? We need proof," he challenged, his amusent evident in his response.
To be continued.
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