Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 309

He was only peeking his head halfway through, a look of distress in his eyes.

I rubbed my eyes to make sure it wasn't just a trick of the light, and then I darted over in a panic. "Colin..."

Seeing how frightened I was, he mustered his strength, pushed himself up on the windowsill, and leaped inside.

I gotta admit, it was kinda cool.

For a moment, it was like being whisked back to my teenage years. This scene used to unfold quite often in the past, it seems. I'd just forgotten.

"How did you... break out?" I cradled Colin's face in my hands, examining him closely.

There were bruises at the corners of his mouth and eyes, and marks on his Adam's apple where he'd clearly been choked. He had been bound...

I checked him all over frantically, finding red marks on his wrists and ankles, scars on his arms.

Panic surged through me, and I reached to lift his hoodie, only to have Colin grasp my hands.

His voice was still hoarse, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Phoebe... they wouldn't let me see you."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I whispered, "Let me look..."

lowered his gaze,

his shirt to find burn marks from electric shocks on his well-defined abs. They were just reddened, but they hinted at the kind of 'treatment' he had endured in the mental

they done to you?" I

actually scared. Scared that Damian had brainwashed Colin and that he wouldn't recognize

and pulled me into his arms, his voice trembling.

to waste another second. "Let's

His grip on my hand tightened.

sank, realizing Colin

out soon. Why take the risk to escape?"

hold on me grew

Afraid of what?

just a vessel for the soul... I

the soul can't control the body, it

drugs and methods to make patients—or

or mind-altering substances like GHB, the so-called compliance

name, but I could hear the panic

My voice shook as

That bastard Damian...

labeled 'mentally ill,' Damian felt he

it was all

if to etch