Chapter 200

FEYRE

The crazy doctor proved he was also a masochist. Cause he had to be getting some kind of twisted pleasure from making me go through pain like that. Which went on for more than an hour, or ten.

It felt like forever before everything stopped, the shockwaves, the crazy splitting in my back.

Clearly, the silver he said would kill me in ten minutes was just a ruse to get me to tell him things he wanted to know. He doesn't know me, obviously.

"I'll let you rest for a bit." He whispers in a low voice, pushing the strands of hair sticking to my forehead behind my ears.

I turn my head to the side and the bastard laughs in response.

"Be ready for me when I come back, sweetheart." The meds they have been pumping in me for God only knows how long almost makes a reappearance when he says that.

He frowns at my response but walks out without saying another word.

I huffed out a breath I didn't know I was holding when I heard the click of the doo