Although Charlotte had learned self-defense techniques.
However, the difference in strength between her and Vincent was simply too vast.
Plus, with Vincent’s more professional skills, he effortlessly restrained Charlotte.
He was nothing like the mild-mannered doctor he seed to be.
"How do you find this ga of escape and self-rescue? If you like, I can keep playing with you, but our ti is really running short."
Vincent’s words were gentle, but his hand on Charlotte’s neck was secretly exerting force.
Charlotte’s almond-shaped eyes widened, wanting to struggle violently, but she quickly abandoned the thought.
In this situation, she had no chance of escape.
"Aren’t you surprised? You’ve clearly knocked out. Why am I unhard now?"
When Vincent looked down, he caught the shock in Charlotte’s eyes, and with a smirk, he resolved her doubts.
"Did you really think I’d carelessly expose my defenseless back to you? Besides, didn’t you think this lamp was deliberately placed here?"
Vincent’s words reminded Charlotte, making her clench her teeth.
Just as Vincent said, this lamp wasn’t originally in the room; it was switched when the servant brought breakfast and cleaned the room.
Thinking of this, Charlotte couldn’t help but mock her own stupidity.
"Don’t show that look. I’m sincerely playing the ga with you, and Charlotte, you really weren’t holding back at all..."
As he spoke, surprisingly, there was a hint of grievance in Vincent’s expression.
Charlotte clung to Vincent’s arm, her nails embedding deeply into his skin, leaving marks.
"Vincent!" Charlotte squeezed the na out through her gritted teeth.
Vincent seemingly enjoyed it, laughed, glanced at his arm now marked by Charlotte but seed unbothered by the pain.
"I like hearing my na from your mouth, but if with a different expression, perhaps I’d like it even more."
As he spoke, Vincent reached for the syringe placed nearby.
"I like obedient pets, so if you’re too naughty, you’ll have to be punished."
Even though Charlotte kept telling herself to calm down, her trembling fingertips betrayed her fear.
Especially now, with Vincent’s hand around her neck, she was completely unable to struggle.
"Are you afraid?"
Noticing Charlotte’s reaction, Vincent softened his expression, showing an unusual tenderness.
Afterwards, he spoke in a deep voice, like a cello being gently played in the stillness of the night.
It should have been comfortingly gentle, but when heard closely, it was chilling.
The pain of the needle piercing her skin caused Charlotte’s face to frown, and her survival instincts kicked in, making her struggle. Vincent calmly released her.
He watched Charlotte get up from the bed, running towards the door, but her movents beca slower and her body grew weaker.
With a thud, Charlotte fell to the ground.
Charlotte felt completely drained of energy.
Darkness once again engulfed her vision.
However, as Charlotte turned her head, she saw the flickering light of a phone and a smile crept onto her lips.
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