I bit my lip, holding back the pain that threatened to escape, my heart consumed by despair.
“I… I can’t tell you,” I said again, my voice trembling but firm.
A faint, twisted smile tugged at Zachary’s lips, as if my suffering brought him some dark pleasure.
“You’re still such a fool,” he muttered, his voice thick with disdain. “Do you really think staying silent will save you now?”
Zachary then signaled to the doctor.
The current surged once more. My body convulsed violently from the pain, but I still didn’t break.
"You... you can’t do this to me. You’ll regret it," I managed to croak, the words barely escaping my lips.
"You should be the one regretting," Zachary said.
He then turned and strode toward the control console.
"Increase the power to the maximum, no matter the consequences."
"Mr. Mitchell, she... she could die at this intensity if we continue..."
"Didn't you hear me?!" Zachary’s shout rang through the room, instantly silencing everyone.
A man who became the wealthiest person in Springfield at such a young age had an intimidating presence—one that no one could overlook.
The doctor wiped cold sweat from his forehead, reluctantly adjusting the power to its highest setting.