Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 163

He just showed half his face and was looking at with aggrieved eyon.

I rubbed my eyes, making sure it wasn’t my imagination. Then, I ran over nervously. "Dexter..."

Seeing my fear, he pushed hard against the windowsill and jumped inside.

It was pretty cool, I had to say.

For a mont, it felt like we were back in our youth...

This kind of scene seed to happen often in the past, but I forgot.

"How did you...escape?" I anxiously held his face, Inspecting it carefully.

There were injuries at the corners of his mouth and eyes, as well as marks on his throat from being tied up. He had clearly been strapped....

I nervously checked his whole body. There were red marks on his wrists and ankles, as well as wounds on his arms.

I felt a little panicky and raised my hand to lift his sweater, but Dexter stopped by holding my hands.

His voice was still hoarse with a hint of grievance. "Sophia, they wouldn’t let see you."

My eyes reddened unconsciously. I whispered softly, "Let see..."

Dexter slowly released my hands as he looked down.

I lifted his sweater, revealing clear burn marks from electric shock patches on his well–defined abs. They were just red marks, but it was evident what kind of treatnt he had received at the asylum.

"What did they do to you?" I anxiously held his hand. "You..."

I was afraid that Peter might have brainwashed Dexter and he wouldn’t recognize anymore.

Dexter just shook his head, pulling into his embrace. His voice trembled. "Sophia, I miss you."

I grabbed Dexter’s hand, not wanting to stay here anymore. "Let’s go ho."

"Sophia..." He gripped my hand tighter. "They know I’ll co looking for you..."

"Jake has dropped the charges. We’ll be able to pick you up soon. Why did you take the risk of escaping?"

I whispered. It must have been difficult for him to escape. He must have suffered many injuries.

Dexter held my hand even tighter. "I’m afraid..."

Afraid of what?

"If the body is a container that traps the soul... I’m afraid..." Dexter’s voice was hoarse.

When the soul and body were separate, and the soul lost control of the body, it would be painful and helpless.

Psychiatrists always had dications and thods to prevent patients, even normal people, from controlling their own bodies.

Just like anesthesia... or the psychotropic drug gamma–hydroxybutyric acid, commonly known as "liquid ecstasy".

"Sophia..." Dexter was calling my na, but I could hear his panic.

"What did they do to you?" My voice started to tremble too. I panicked and examined his arms carefully.

Then, I found nurous needle marks.

That bastard, Peter....

Just because Dexter was a "psychiatric patient, Peter could use psychotropic drugs on him recklessly.

And it was considered reasonable and legal.

"Sophia..." Dexter held my face as if he wanted to imprint on his soul.

Even if he didn’t say anything, I already guessed that he was trying hard to rember and imprint in his soul.

Peter must have started long ago. He was trying to control Dexter, make him obedient, and use sothing to restrain him.

Just like what Peter said to Juliet that night, he had ways to make Dexter obedient. It was as if he could control everyone he wanted to control.

"Don’t be affected..." I gripped his wrist tightly.

He couldn’t be affected by the drugs..

But how could an ordinary person’s ntal strength resist drugs?

It was impossible.

"Sophia..." His breathing beca rapid.

I stood on my toes, holding Dexter’s head and pressing against his forehead. "You won’t forget , right?"

Dexter fell silent for a while before shaking his head. "I won’t..."

He wouldn’t forget , and he wouldn’t fail to recognize .

"Sophia, trust . Dexter tried hard to make believe him.

"Okay." I nodded.

I would believe you.

"Let’s go ho..." I whispered.

Dexter’s fingers were already trembling. I guessed that he couldn’t hold back anymore.

As expected, as soon as we walked out the door, Damien and the people from the asylum arrived.

They were right on ti.

"He escaped from the asylum. I thought he’d co looking for you," Damien said in a deep voice, his frown deepening as he cast a cold gaze toward Dexter.

"Jake has already dropped the charge. The formalities will be completed soon. I want to take him ho. He doesn’t need to be hospitalized!" I slowly tightened my grip on Dexter’s hand.

I wouldn’t let him be taken away again.

"I’m sorry, our hospital has its own rules, " Peter said as he entered from outside.

Peter seed very calm, as if he had deliberately released a pet trying to escape and was waiting to take him back.

He glanced deeply at Dexter and smiled. "Dexter, it’s ti to go back. Have you forgotten what we talked about?"

I subconsciously turned to Dexter. "Don’t listen to him. Don’t look at him..."

I suspected Peter was hypnotizing Dexter.

Dexter’s fingers stiffened, slowly releasing my hand.

My heart almost jumped to my throat. I frantically shook my head at Dexter.

"Peter, you bastard! What did you do to him?" I went crazy and tried to hit Peter but was grabbed by the collar from behind.

I turned around in shock and looked at Dexter fearfully.

He pulled into his embrace, holding tightly.

It seed like he couldn’t hold back anymore, but protecting had beco his instinct.

My eyes burned with rage as I glared at Peter. "You lunatic..."

Peter frowned, seemingly also in disbelief. He lowered his voice and asked the doctor beside him, "What dosage?"

"We’ve already increased the dosage..." The doctor replied anxiously.

Peter glanced at the ti.

"Heh..." He sneered. "Once gamma–hydroxybutyric acid enters the body, the chemical components in the drug will induce the polarization effect of neurons, changing the positive and negative electrodes inside and outside the cell mbrane..."

I stared at Peter warily, my breath trembling.

"This will cause ion channel blockage and slow down the transmission of ssages between the brain and the central nervous system..."

"Within a few minutes, normal people will experience a decrease in brain excitability and suppression of physical sensations. It’s just like being drunk..."

I clenched my fists tightly and looked back at Dexter with red eyes.

He could hardly stand up and was leaning against , yet he was stubbornly protecting . His eyes were bloodshot.

"As his blood sugar levels rise, his breathing and heartbeat will slow down..." Peter calmly described what Dexter’s condition should have been..

"But from the ti we used psychotropic drugs reasonably during the onset of his illness until he escaped the asylum and found you, a total of 23 minutes had passed."

What shocked Peter was Dexter’s control over his own body and the high degree of concentration of his ntal power.

For Peter, this was a terrifying phenonon because no one could resist chemical drugs.

When injected with large doses of drugs, a person would enter a state of extre dizziness, with their intelligence and mory gradually fading. They would be like an unconscious baby. They would be easy to manipulate...

Furthermore, during Dexter’s stay at the asylum, Peter not only controlled him with drugs but also employed psychological intervention and hypnosis therapy to cause ntal disturbance.

"I want to see how long he can hold on." Peter suddenly beca interested and stopped the people around him from grabbing Dexter.

He smiled at and looked at the ti. "Dexter, co here."

His voice was like the bell in Pavlov’s dog experint, causing a person to lose consciousness and obey his commands gradually.

I knew Peter was provoking .

He wanted to know that human emotions could never resist chemical drugs.