Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 175

I sat in that room, staring at the screen where Colin’s face was etched with desperation.

I knew that when provoked, Colin would go berserk and turn to self–harm – his twisted way of punishing himself was to inflict pain upon his own flesh.

Within those four walls, Colin refused to respond to the doctor’s queries. Instead, he banged his head against the wall with force as if to shock himself into tranquility.

“You did it, didn’t you? You killed Phoebe. You locked her in a glass cabinet. I remember back in the mental institution, how you used to hoard those little dead critters you were so fond of. You were afraid that kitten would leave you, so you snuffed out its life, turned it into a specimen. and stashed it in your so–called safe place. The bird, too.” The doctor pressed on relentlessly.

He was determined to wring the truth out of Colin.

“You were obsessed with Phoebe, but she was never yours to claim. She fell for Dexter, and that’s why you had to eliminate her, isn’t it? So she’d be yours forever, encased in that glass. cabinet. Am I right?”

The doctor’s voice boomed through the room.

Colin’s trembling frame stiffened, and for a moment, he locked eyes with the doctor, his forehead smeared with blood from his self–inflicted wounds.

I knew Colin was on the brink; the walls were replaying his tormented past, a hell he had never forgotten.

let up, not

let me go.” I glared at Dexter, my eyes rimmed with

even care about?” Dexter seemed to lose his composure, pointing at the screen for me to see. “He ends up killing everything he cherishes. If you stay with him… you’ll meet the same

to Lamont, who persisted in tormenting Colin, pushing him

all of

killed Phoebe…” My voice

winced and averted his gaze as if in pain, staring back at the screen. He needed to hear Colin admit to killing

restraint on my wrist, grabbed a stick from the

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was my first time striking someone,

was lacking because Dexter wasn’t knocked out. He fell to the floor, his hand coming away from his forehead stained with blood,

back and

the room.

in the mental institution,

and he stepped back, fear creeping into his

stance.

Lamont retreated. Then, with a sudden move, he