Because she had been crying, her voice remained hoarse.
But due to anger, her eyes were exceptionally bright.
Ian Linton gazed at her seemingly radiant eyes, somewhat enthralled, then slowly withdrew his gaze and softly said, "Director Ginger... you still remain so stubborn."
He walked over, suddenly taking out a peculiar item from the drawer.
Standing by the bedside, he looked down at her, "Do you know about desensitization therapy?"
Daisy Ginger furrowed her eyebrows slightly, cautious of making a sound. She warily observed the strange item in Ian Linton’s hand, instinctively feeling it was not something good.
"Do you know?" He slowly bent down, his fingers suddenly clasping her left ankle, the tips of his fingers cold like a snake’s skin lacking warmth. Daisy Ginger’s skin erupted in goosebumps, she jerked forcefully but was still held tight, and was abruptly pulled toward him.
"Ian Linton!" she screamed in fright, then felt something soft and leathery wrapping around her ankle. In disbelief, she looked down, seeing her ankle bound by a black leather strap Ian Linton had used. With a "click," a small silver lock tightened the gap, her leg became bound to the chain extending from the bedpost. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
"What are you trying to do?!" Daisy Ginger asked him sharply, her eyes filled with vigilance and concealed fury. The man stood by the bed, pulled another chain from the headboard, and said blandly, "I just don’t want you to get hurt."
No matter how much Daisy Ginger struggled, she was unable to resist the man’s strength. Soon, she was seated at the head of the bed, bound hand and foot by Ian Linton with the chain.
Except for the injured leg, Ian Linton left it untouched. After completing all this, he lowered his head, eyes darkly fixating on the disheveled, furious Daisy Ginger.
She resembled a provoked, angry little beast, glaring at him, her gaze fiery.
"I don’t have much time left." He sighed lowly and said, "What I can do for you, goes only to this extent."
"Are you sick!" She struggled, causing the chains to clatter, "Unlock me!"
This humiliating position, she had never endured in her lifetime.
Now, she felt no shred of sympathy for him, nor any thought of a lawsuit! She only wanted to dismember this psychopath!
"Director Ginger," Ian Linton suddenly said, "Do you know how many milliamps the safe current for the human body is?"
"..." Daisy Ginger widened her eyes, staring at him dead in the eyes. Even though nothing had happened, she involuntarily shuddered.
Ian Linton placed the black object he had been holding onto the bedside table, attached the electrodes, then said to Daisy Ginger, "It’s ten milliamps."
"Actually, all along, electric shocks have shown significant therapeutic effects in medicine for psychiatric disorders." His tone was unhurried, like a benevolent teacher giving earnest advice to a student, "It can correct many of your bad habits, rectify your mistakes, make you fear committing errors again."
He held Daisy Ginger’s shoulder, placing an electrode on her temple.
Daisy Ginger was about to go insane.
She regretted the fleeting moment of sympathy she had felt for Ian Linton earlier; this man deserved death! What does he want to do to her?!
In her extreme fear, he attached another electrode to the other side of her temple.
Then, a cold kiss fell onto her brow.