The doctor involuntarily shivered, his body tensing in fear.
“Say it," Zachary ordered.
“She’s… she’s resisting,” the doctor stammered. “She's avoiding that part of her memory deliberately.”
Zachary's lips curved into a cold, twisted smile.
“Good,” he said softly. “Very good.”
"Then increase the current," Zachary said coldly. "I want to see just how tough her bones really are."
The doctor hesitated for a moment, but then he obeyed Zachary’s command.
Electricity surged through my head and limbs, and slowly, I began to lose all sensation. It felt as if my body was shutting down.
I knew my time was running out.
I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay silent, not letting a single sound escape.
“Who the hell are you protecting?!” Zachary roared, his voice thick with rage.
I opened my eyes, tears clouding my vision.
Through him, I thought I saw that bright, sunny boy I once knew.
"I... I can't say," I whispered weakly.
Zachary’s face darkened, his eyes growing colder. He stood up, walking toward me, towering above.
"If you won’t speak, I have my ways. Zoey endured more pain than this. What you’re going through is nothing."
I closed my eyes, refusing to look at him, silently praying in my heart.