Elisa surveyed each room. The French windows couldn’t be broken, but the interior rooms had sliding windows that could be opened. Despite her small stature, she could climb out of the window but couldn’t descend.
It was at least an eight-meter drop from here. Even if she survived the fall, she’d likely be crippled. Moreover, there were people below watching. Even if she jumped, there was no guarantee she could escape.
It was a deadlock. She could only wait for Finn to wake up and see if he would willingly open his eyes and release her.
As Elisa searched the rooms, she entered a laboratory containing various colorful potions, each bearing an eerie appearance, stirring up unpleasant memories.
She had experienced the agony of these potions before.
Elisa overturned or smashed all the potions in the room, the sound of shattering glass filling the air, as if to vent her frustration.
She found several syringes, unsure of their contents, but certain they were nothing good.
Finn enjoyed experimenting with these pain-inducing potions, torturing people without killing them, leaving them bound to the wall, wishing for death.
Observing everything before her, Elisa couldn’t help but recall herself, bound to a board, her collarbone pierced, her fingers disabled, and her voice hoarse.
Elisa fiercely shut her eyes. Finn had brought her here, faced with a room full of potions. It wasn’t hard to imagine he intended for her to relive the past. However, what he hadn’t anticipated was ending up in the same predicament himself.
Elisa didn’t know how long the drug powder in the ring could keep someone unconscious, nor whether it could awaken him from intense sensory stimulation.
Standing before Finn, her eyes reddened, her eyelashes trembling, she gently raised his chin with her fair, jade-like index finger.
After loosening Finn’s tie, she felt his neck for his pulsing artery, then moved her fingers to his arm. Raising the syringe, she tested the fluid’s flow, ensuring it would perfectly penetrate his veins before plunging it into his arm.
Elisa witnessed Finn’s artery protruding from his neck, pulsating violently, as if it might burst and spurt blood at any moment.
His complexion shifted from pale to crimson. Elisa watched his body’s transformation, realizing that this drug… was likely the same one he had injected into her years ago.
After injecting the entire vial into Finn, a strange moment passed, and she heard Finn emit a muffled groan. Soon, beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
His eyelids twitched but never opened, as if trapped in a waking nightmare.
Elisa fetched a basin from the kitchen and poured cold water directly onto Finn.
The late autumn temperature was quite low, and the cold water made him shiver. After struggling for a few moments, Finn opened his eyes, which were bloodshot and terrifying.
Upon awakening, he felt intense pain in his left arm, a sense of exhaustion, and a pounding headache, as if there were an expanding balloon inside his head.
Finn took a breath. This pain felt familiar. He hung his head, scanning the floor, and indeed found a vial.
He grinned, his laughter starting silently and growing louder, his body trembling.
Elisa discarded the basin and stood before Finn. “I want to leave.”
Finn seemed not to have heard her. He continued to laugh, perhaps unable to fathom that the torment he had inflicted on Elisa in the past had rebounded upon himself. They had switched places, and he had become the one being tortured.
He looked up at Elisa, enduring the pain, and grimaced. “Elisa, three years ago, when you chose suicide as a way to retaliate against Hamish, I felt sorry for you. I thought you and I were alike, adept at disguising ourselves. On the surface, we appeared obedient, but inside, we were violent and restless. Tell me, when you injected that vial into my body, did you experience an unprecedented sense of pleasure!”
“Don’t compare me to you. I’m disgusted by you. You tortured me because you couldn’t do anything to Hamish. To put it bluntly, you’re useless. I became the sacrifice for your uselessness, and I’m just returning the pain you inflicted on me in the past.”
As she spoke, Elisa retrieved another vial. With hands as elegant as her appearance, fair as jade, slender fingertips painted with a faint pink, she calmly filled the syringe with the potion.
Despite the change in soul, her exterior remained the same, and for some reason, she became increasingly beautiful. The four or five points of beauty once displayed by Aoife were now displayed to the extreme.
Especially now, when she smiled, she exuded an unparalleled charm, devastating and alluring, yet her crow-like eyelashes carried a strong sense of malice.
With the syringe inhand, Elisa walked from in front of Finn to behind him, pinching his fingers. “Let’s play a game as well.”