Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I sat in the room and stared at Dexter through the monitor.

I was aware that he might go berserk and harm himself after being triggered. After all, that was his way of punishing himself.

Dexter was reluctant to answer Quentin’s questions and simply kept banging his head against the wall, perhaps trying to calm himself down.

"You killed Sophia, didn’t you? You put her in the glass display. I remember when you were at the asylum, you had a habit of collecting small animal bodies."

"You said you were worried that the kitty would leave you, so you killed it and stuffed it. Then, you hid it somewhere that you felt was safe. And that bird..." Quentin persisted in questioning Dexter, determined to extract the truth from him.

"You liked Sophia, but she didn’t belong to you. She was in love with Damien, so you had no choice but to kill her. Only then would she be yours forever."

"That’s why you put her in the glass display, right?" Quentin asked in a loud voice.

Dexter’s quivering body momentarily stiffened.

Then, he looked up at Quentin.

His forehead was stained with blood from the impact of banging his head against the wall.

I knew Dexter couldn’t take it any longer.

Quentin kept pressing him for answers while the screen on the wall continued displaying his past nightmares.

"Let go of me, Damien." I stared at Damien with reddened eyes filled with hatred.

"He’s a lunatic, for crying out loud! What do you see in him?" Damien seemed to lose control as he pointed at the screen. "He’ll kill anything or anyone that he likes. If you don’t leave him... this might be your end."

I furiously glared at Quentin who continued to mercilessly provoke and force Dexter to admit he was the murderer.

These people were all lunatics.

"Damien, you’re the reason Sophia’s dead..." I said in a low tone, trying to shift his attention.

At this, Damien turned away from me and glanced at the monitor instead.

He still insisted on hearing Dexter confess to killing Sophia....

While Damien was distracted, I used my teeth to untie the knot around my wrists. Then, I grabbed a nearby stick and swung it at Damien’s head.

It was the first time I had ever hit someone, so I was somewhat scared. And perhaps because I didn’t hit him hard enough, Damien wasn’t knocked out.

However, he did fall to the ground.

Then, he touched the blood on his forehead and fumed in anger.

After taking one step back, I turned around and ran.

Meanwhile, in the room, Quentin continued to press Dexter for answers.

"You liked Sophia for so many years. During your days at the asylum, you kept calling her name too. You’d always planned to kill her, right?"

Suddenly, Quentin noticed Dexter’s gaze turning solemn.

Scared, he took a step back.

Then, Dexter suddenly grabbed Quentin’s collar and pulled him close.

"No..." His whisper was hoarse, and his voice was barely audible to anyone but the two of them.

Then, with sudden ferocity, he slammed Quentin’s head against the wall and knocked him out.

After that, he wiped away the blood stains trickling from the corner of his eye and stood up.

Then, he smashed the projector hanging on the wall before shifting his cold and dark gaze toward the surveillance camera.

At that moment, I burst through the door and met his icy glare.

Yet, upon seeing me, the frostiness in Dexter’s eyes melted away and was replaced by a sense of grievance.

He stood there, visibly aggrieved as his shoulders slightly trembled.

"Sophia..." Dexter lowered his head as tears cascaded down his cheeks, dampening his gray hoodie.

But as I stood in the doorway, I was stunned.

I looked at the chaotic scene in the room and saw Quentin lying unconscious on the ground.

"Sophia... I didn’t kill anyone."

That was the first thing Dexter said to me when he raised his head.

"Let’s go home." I felt a complicated mix of emotions as I rushed to his side and took his hand.

Dexter hung his head as he followed me, sniffling as he did.

I was a bit worried, so I brushed his hair aside to look at the bruises on his forehead.

"Does it hurt?"

Dexter nodded with reddened eyes as tears streamed down his cheek.

Somehow, my chest abruptly tightened at this.

His eyes were so innocent. I could never imagine these innocent eyes belonging to a murderer.

"Please don’t hurt yourself again." I carefully wiped away Dexter’s blood and led him out.

Meanwhile, outside the door, Damien’s bodyguards were already waiting for us.

Dexter was immediately on guard and shielded me with his body. He glared at them like a beast ready to tear its prey apart.

"You’d rather believe a psycho over me?" Damien approached us as he painfully wiped off the blood stains on his forehead. "Sofia, you’re becoming more and more like Sophia Coleman."

I warily stared at Damien. "What do you want from us?"

"Dexter, you killed Sophia Coleman because you hated her, didn’t you? You were angry that she’d forgotten about you," Damien questioned in a low voice.

Dexter glared at Damien. "You lied to her... You should be dead, not her."

"Looks like you don’t know when to call it quits." Damien smiled coldly. Then, he stepped away to allow his bodyguards to come forward.

"What are you doing?" My heart tightened.

What madness was Damien up to?

I stepped forward to protect Dexter, but there were simply too many of them.

And while Dexter may have been skilled, he was still caught off guard by them and took a hard blow to his back.

At the next moment, I was cornered by Damien’s men.

My eyes reddened as I anxiously shouted, "Stop it, Damien!"

"He’s a lunatic. When he’s triggered, he might smash things, hurt people, kill people, or even kill himself," Damien said in a low and gloomy tone as he glanced at Dexter pressed against the ground.

"Does it even matter if a lunatic dies?" he asked.

"Damien, let go of him!" I sensed Damien’s determination and began struggling in my panic. I had a sinking feeling about what he intended to do.

He was going to throw Dexter off the floors of the building.

"Damien... What can I do to change your mind?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

But Damien wasn’t seeking vengeance for Sophia. Rather, he was driven by his own pathetic pride and was running away from the fact that he was the reason Sophia was dead.

Damien nonchalantly glanced at me and said in a deep voice, "Unless Sophia is brought back to life... Otherwise, he must die."

I gasped and stared at Damien in disbelief. "You’re the one who should die..."

"Police!" As Damien’s men were dragging Dexter away, the police burst in.

Damien frowned and glanced at Dexter.

However, Dexter returned his gaze with a mocking glare.

"What’s going on?" Zion entered with his men, his brows furrowed as he observed Damien and Dexter.

Dexter looked utterly aggrieved. "He abducted my wife and had his men beat me up."

Zion was taken aback. He had never seen Dexter looking so aggrieved before.

What kind of nonsense was this?

Damien turned pale. And before he could say anything, Ewan came in with a lawyer.

"Officer Landon, Mr. Black suffers from a mental illness, rendering him incapable of controlling his actions during such episodes. As such, he cannot be held legally responsible for his behavior."

"However, Mr. Coleman, being of sound mind, had committed abduction... and assault, which are serious crimes," Ewan said.

Zion glanced at me, signaling for an explanation of what had happened. At the same time, Damien also turned to me.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for me to provide an explanation.

Now, it was up to me to decide whether or not Damien had abducted me.