He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 404: Physical and Psychological Torment

"Are you kidding me? There are only the two of us in this room. You little bitch, think you can scare me? Let me tell you—I'm not scared of anything. I could share a room with a dead person and not bat an eye."

Eileen spoke up, "Those women had far worse tricks than you do. Don't think you're special. There's someone else here.

"This is my territory! I know everything that goes on here, and everyone in it! You idiot trying to scare me? You're asking for a beating!"

"Is... that so?"

A deep, impossibly smooth male voice came from the shadowy figure that had looked almost human.

"Ahhh! A ghost! A vengeful spirit is here to kill me!" Eileen shrieked at the top of her lungs.

She spun to run, but the front door was already locked. In her panic, she couldn't figure out how to open it.

Then the lights flipped on.

It wasn't a ghost at all.

Lucas sat with one leg crossed over the other, posture elegant, wearing a tailored suit Sherry had picked out for him. Not a single strand of hair was out of place. He'd clearly rushed over, yet he looked perfectly composed.

A wave of quiet pressure washed over Eileen the moment he sat there, starkly contrasting with the squalor of the room.

"Mr. Harrison," Eileen simpered, her tone groveling, "what a surprise! Look how dirty the floor is—why don't we step outside to talk?"

Anyone who ran a place like this knew everyone's identity, at least all the men's.

Women were never on her radar. In the end, women always had to bow to men, so as long as she kept the men happy, that was enough.

Only a ruthless woman like Julia could make her fear—and of course, Julia paid her handsomely. She was more than willing to play along.

But a family of his stature? That was a line she'd never dare to cross.

"Mr. Harrison," she pressed, growing flustered, "to what do I owe the pleasure? Speak to me!"

Her gut told her she'd offended the man, but with her eidetic memory, she couldn't fathom how.

"What methods do you plan to use on her? What kind of method can make a woman obedient and submissive?" Lucas' voice was calm, unreadable, giving no hint of his intent.

Eileen figured maybe this was another man trying to fix a woman. There were plenty like that, men who came here in secret because their image outside had been ruined by their wives.

Of course, this place was a psychiatric hospital, but the methods were extreme. If Lucas was here for a consultation, she'd lay it all out.

"Physical and psychological torment.

"Those privileged bitches must bow to all of us. Refuse, and they get beaten.

"We also get volunteers to clean up, but they're no good people. Anyone with a conscience would report us the second they got out.

"They're all social trash. If they found out the patients are wealthy, they'd have all sorts of ways to torture them. Of course, we keep their innocence intact.

"But those sick bastards know how to mentally break women. They tease them, torment them, scare them so badly they piss themselves and shit their pants. Then we film all those ugly moments.

"Don't worry, no permanent harm. We just make her terrified of all men, so she'll be utterly devoted to you.

"Physical torture is simpler. The workload isn't as bad as you think—they're all spoiled brats. So they have to do all the dirty, backbreaking work. Like cleaning the toilets. We're out in the boondocks, can't afford a septic tank, so they shovel every day. Mess up even a little, and we pour the toilet water on them.

"You should've seen those bitches—gagging, retching, yet too scared to refuse. They had no choice but to scoop out shit. They'd rather suffer than let their shameful act be exposed. Imagine a noble lady shoveling shit. Exhilarating, isn't it?"

Eileen cackled maniacally, looking more like the patient than the doctor.

"Heard that?" Lucas said coldly. "Do exactly what she described."

Several men suddenly appeared at the door.

Eileen was still clueless. "You can leave filthy work like that to me."

But the men grabbed her. Panic surged through her as she snapped out of her mania, "What are you doing? I didn't do anything! The one who's supposed to be tortured isn't me!"