Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 163

Chapter 163: CHAPTER 163 Chapter 163: CHAPTER 163 He just showed half his face and was looking at me 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 moment, it felt like we were back in our youth… This kind of scene seemed 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 me by holding my hands.

His voice was still hoarse with a hint of grievance.

“Sophia, they wouldn’t let me see you.” My eyes reddened unconsciously.

I whispered softly, “Let me 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 treatment 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 me anymore.

Dexter just shook his head, pulling me into his embrace.

His voice trembled.

“Sophia, I miss you.” I grabbed Dexter’s hand, not wanting to stay here anymore.

“Let’s go home.” “Sophia…” He gripped my hand tighter.

“They know I’ll come 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 medications and methods 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 name, 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 numerous 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 me on his soul.

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

Peter must have started long ago.

He was trying to control Dexter, make him obedient, and use something 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 mental strength resist drugs?

It was impossible.

“Sophia…” His breathing became rapid.

I stood on my toes, holding Dexter’s head and pressing against his forehead.

“You won’t forget me, right?” Dexter fell silent for a while before shaking his head.

“I won’t…” He wouldn’t forget me, and he wouldn’t fail to recognize me.

“Sophia, trust me.

Dexter tried hard to make me believe him.

“Okay.” I nodded.

I would believe you.

“Let’s go home…” 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 time.

“He escaped from the asylum.

I thought he’d come 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 home.

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 seemed 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 time 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 me into his embrace, holding me tightly.

It seemed like he couldn’t hold back anymore, but protecting me had become 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 time.

“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 membrane…” I stared at Peter warily, my breath trembling.

“This will cause ion channel blockage and slow down the transmission of messages 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 me, yet he was stubbornly protecting me.

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 time 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 mental power.

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

When injected with large doses of drugs, a person would enter a state of extreme dizziness, with their intelligence and memory 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 mental disturbance.

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

He smiled at me and looked at the time.

“Dexter, come here.” His voice was like the bell in Pavlov’s dog experiment, causing a person to lose consciousness and obey his commands gradually.

I knew Peter was provoking me.

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