Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 216

Chapter 216: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’ III
With every hatred-coated word Ewan spoke, Fiona felt herself getting smaller and weaker.

The thoughts of all the threats coming to pass also made her belly so sick she wanted to vomit.

She knew they would ignore her, however, so she didn’t bother asking to be excused. Her rights, as of this moment, had been extinguished. She was now Ewan’s prisoner, and there was nothing she could do about it. Hence, she pushed down the nausea.

It was funny how things had been perfect before Athena’s return. Memories of her perfect life then seemed now to belong to someone else. So distant and unbelievable, considering her present state.

She watched as Ewan turned to the Irish male, his anger now simmering on the surface. “The electric chair, the brain fogging—use them all on her! She is strong enough, so don’t take pity on her. In fact, double the dosages of this treatment on her. Am I clear?”

“Of course. Clear as crystal,” The Irish male replied, rubbing his hands together like an eager child ready to open a Christmas present.

“Good. I’ll be out of here then. I’ll check in once in a while. If I’m not satisfied with your work, I’ll have to hire another…”

The Irish male laughed at Ewan’s statement. “Have you ever been unsatisfied with my work, master?”

Ewan huffed, about to move away when the male called him back. “Won’t you see her room? Just in case…”

Ewan’s brow furrowed for a second. “Okay then, lead the way.”

The male smiled and started toward the corridor, which Fiona believed would lead to a staircase. She jerked when she felt a rough tap on her shoulder.

“Get up!”

Of course, it was Sandro. She mused as she got to her feet, but then made a misstep and cried out in pain when she felt her ankle sprain. “Oh Lord…” She screamed, falling to the ground. She quickly got rid of the heels.

“Don’t call the name of the Lord in vain. Your lips are tainted with evil.”

Fiona looked up when she heard Zane’s voice; he was the only one in the room. The fact that her cry of pain didn’t faze Ewan was another blow to her heart.

This was all Athena’s fault. But she couldn’t afford to think of that now when she was in a prison.

Maybe, if she got out… Even the thought of escape seemed impossible to her. She was doomed. The finality that came with that thought had her gasping for breath as another panic attack hit her.

“Stop with the shenanigans and get to your feet! Do you want me to drag you? Because I will enjoy that…” Zane spoke, instantly dousing Fiona’s attacks.

Fiona opened her mouth to speak, to plead, but Zane raised his hand, shutting her up.

“Don’t bother. Your tricks won’t work on me. Get up, or I’ll drag you, even through the stairs, to give you a foretaste of what you’re going to experience here.”

A foretaste? Fiona couldn’t even laugh at herself in derision. The pain assailing her ankle was too much.

However, when Zane scoffed and walked up to her with a calculating, dangerous gleam in his eyes, she had no choice but to hold onto the wall beside her and stagger to her feet slowly.

“Good choice. Now move and don’t waste my time. Or else I will still drag you like a flimsy rag doll.”

Zane ended up dragging Fiona through the last bunch of stairs because she fell—exhausted, weary, and unable to move.

Her screams as Zane dragged her past the stairs into the hallway threatened to shake the house out of its foundations. When he dumped her in front of the room assigned to her, she let out a deep sigh of relief. Her voice has become hoarse.

“Aren’t you going to say thanks?” She heard him ask, and held back a snort. Thanks? He must be joking! She would rather—

Before she could finish the thought, her hair was jerked suddenly, cutting off every coherent thought as pain racked through her skull.

“Arrghhh!!!” She screamed, her hands flying to grab Zane’s, but they were gone before she could touch them.

When she managed to peek at him while inhaling and exhaling harshly to stabilize herself, he was cleaning his hands with a handkerchief, which he finally threw on her head.

“You are so filthy,” He spoke, as if discussing the weather with a friend.

Fiona realized then that he was a worse person than Sandro. At least Sandro always wore his feelings on his face.

“Now, say thank you…”

“Thank you…” She muttered quickly, barely feeling herself.

“Why did you drop her there? You should have brought her into the room,” She heard Sandro’s voice amidst her ringing ears and aching head.

“No need. She can crawl inside.”

A pause. “Now, crawl.”

Fiona didn’t need an interpreter to know that Zane was speaking to her. Inhaling deeply, she crawled into the room, whimpering in pain, and cursing the day Athena chose to return from exile.

“What do you think of this place?” She heard the Irish male ask.

“It will do the job,” Ewan replied nonchalantly.

Fiona looked up then, biting down a curse when she took in the room. It was dim, with no light except from tiny cracks in the wall. No window, and no bed.

She was going to sleep on the bare floor? She took note of the dirty floor, which she believed hadn’t been washed in ages.

She jerked, screaming out in pain as her ankle protested the sharp movement, when she saw two big cockroaches running around. She hated cockroaches. Worse, there was more.

“Should I cut her tongue too?”

Fiona instantly clamped her mouth shut, her heart beating erratically, hanging on a thin thread as she waited for Ewan’s response.

“Not yet.”

She exhaled in relief before she could help it, making the Irish male laugh. “Don’t be quick to sigh in relief, love. By the time you spend three days here, you will wish I had cut off your tongue instead.”

Fiona was numb. Totally out of it, she gazed around the room slowly, ignoring the men discussing.

The room was blank, save for a box of clothes by the far end. Was that all her clothes? She wondered, just before noticing the toilet that was plastered to the wall.

She scrunched her nose in disgust as she beheld the stains of dry feces in and around the white ceramic.

She will be using this? No way. She had to escape from here. By any means possible.

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