Chapter 133: Mental Breakdown
The pain had reached an unbearable peak, an intensity so extreme that it now exceeded the boundary of the tolerable. Isaac felt his mind dangerously waver at the edge of the abyss, one last blinding wave surging through him, then his entire body suddenly plunged into a deep, endless black void. His mind let go, finally sinking into unconsciousness.
His body completely relaxed, his head falling heavily forward, his shoulders slumping in an unsettling immobility. The electrodes, still attached to his skin, abruptly ceased sending their infernal shocks.
Marc Lemaire, who had been watching the scene with growing impatience, suddenly backed away, surprised and frustrated. He stared at Isaac for a moment, his face shifting from contained anger to real and furtive concern. He knew he had just crossed the line, that if Isaac didn’t wake up, his career would be definitively over.
- "Stop everything!" he abruptly ordered the technicians, his voice nervous, betraying his anxiety.
The two technicians exchanged a panicked look before rushing to Isaac, hastily removing the still-burning electrodes. They crouched beside him, quickly examining his condition with concern.
- "He’s still breathing," one of them said, carefully feeling his neck for a pulse. "But he’s completely unconscious."
Marc clenched his teeth, the muscles in his jaw painfully contracting. He cast one last nervous glance at Isaac, then looked away, awkwardly attempting to mask his nervousness.
- "Take him back to his cell," he finally said, striving to maintain an authoritative tone despite his obvious distress. "We’ll continue tomorrow morning. Make sure he stays alive. He must talk, at all costs."
The technicians nodded with hesitation, visibly uncomfortable with the situation. As they gently detached the restraints and checked Isaac’s condition, one of them suddenly widened his eyes, incredulous.