That night, Ludwig had someone drag me out of the hospital and take me home. He confiscated all my communication devices and locked me in the house, forbidding me to leave even a step. I knew he was afraid I would report Whitney and ruin her future.
He said, "I was the one who hit you with the car. If you want trouble, come to me. Whitney is innocent. She came from the countryside and worked her way up from the mountains. We can't ruin her because of what happened between us."
But with his power, even if I wrote ten thousand letters of complaint, I couldn't shake his position in the hospital. To keep me in line, he forced me to take sleeping pills, putting me in a deep sleep all day.
Until this day, I was awakened by a sharp pain. When I opened my eyes, I saw Whitney holding my right hand, repeatedly piercing my flesh with a needle.
Seeing me wake up, she gave me an innocent smile, "Suzy, you're awake. I have an assessment in a few days, so I'll use your hand to get a feel for it. I'm sorry if I hurt you."
Looking at my bloodied hand, I raised my hand and slapped her. The commotion quickly attracted Ludwig.