I dont know what else he wants to do with me. How great it would be if I could just die like this? Then I would never recall the past him, did he really never love me? But if he has a trace of affection for me, why can he treat me so cruelly?
I stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling a chill on my exposed skin, but unable to pull the quilt over me.
Thinking that my life would end like this, its really pathetic.
I dont know how much time passed before a group of maids suddenly rushed in and started dressing me.
I was somewhat dazed and let them do as they pleased. After I was dressed, they uncuffed my hands.
Before I could react, I felt myself being restrained again. Looking down, they had actually tied me more thoroughly to the bed with ropes.
I havent figured out what they were going to do yet, but I knew all of this must have been Lukes idea. What does he want to do? Is this his new method?
After a while, Luke came in with a doctor.
The doctor had met me a few times. The first time Luke tortured me, I couldnt bear it and fainted. When I woke up, it was this doctor who checked me.
The doctor took out the tools for the intravenous drip from the medical box, and I finally understood what Luke wanted to do. No wonder he wasnt afraid of me starving, because he had other ways...
"Refuse to eat?" Luke glanced at me coldly, his eyes flashing with a cold light, "Do you really think I have no other ways? I advise you not to have so many illusions, without my permission, you have no right to die!"
My body stiffened, and I instinctively began to resist the needle. Even though I was tied up, I couldnt prevent my hands from making small movements, so the doctor tried several times and couldnt insert the needle into my vein, and my hands quickly became bloody.
Although such repeated failures made me very painful, as long as I didnt let Luke succeed, my pain would be reduced a bit.
Luke stood by and watched, and seeing his brows furrow more and more, I felt a strange excitement in my heart.
However, I didnt have much time to be happy. Luke grabbed my hand. His palm was cold, just like him at the moment.
He said nothing and looked at the doctor, and the doctor immediately understood. Taking advantage of Luke holding my hand, he quickly and successfully inserted the needle into my vein.
"Dont think your resistance can play any role!" Luke waved to a few maids and asked them to tie my hands tighter to prevent me from struggling.
The doctor had already stood up, looking at the actions of those maids and said, "This may not be very good for the infusion..."
"Better than not being able to infuse." Luke narrowed his eyes slightly, and the doctor didnt persuade him any further when he saw him like this.
At this moment, I really couldnt move at all.
Luke crossed his arms on his chest and looked at me strangely for a while before finally speaking: "If you think its better to be like this, then let it be."
I dont want to see the complacency in Lukes eyes. At this moment, I clearly feel that he, the person in front of me, although also called Luke, will never be the person in my memory again.