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.