Chapter 3

It was a taunting, possessive kiss—a blatantly shameless act.

When Tyler saw that I didn't react, he became even bolder and started tugging off Regina's clothes. Her face turned bright red, but after a feeble attempt to stop him, she completely gave in to him.

The sound of their gasps and heavy breathing drew sideways glances from the people outside the door.

In the past, I would've fought Tyler to the death even if he merely touched Regina's hand. But now, I remained motionless like a statue.

When the two of them finally got up from the floor, Regina's eyes were filled with disbelief. "Calvin, you watched me get intimate with another man, and you don't feel anything at all?"

I slowly lowered my head and replied, "Tyler said he wanted to make you his woman, and you didn't reject him, so of course I went along with it without protesting."

Both Tyler's and Regina's expressions cracked. My parents and Calista came back in, exchanging stunned looks as well.

At that very moment, Tyler flashed a sinister smile and said, "Mom, Dad, maybe Cal had toughened up and learned how to mask his emotions during his time in prison. Why don't we… let a professional handle things?"

Calista hurriedly nodded. "That's right. I know a few instructors from an etiquette school. They specialize in dealing with defiant and rebellious people. If he can endure the instructors' punishments, then we can feel at ease bringing him home with us."

My parents hesitated, a trace of reluctance flashing through their eyes.

"Cal, it's only a small test. Just bear with it," Mom said.

I obediently nodded, my gaze still.

Soon, two men dressed in black came in. One of them pointed the tip of an electroshock baton at my throat.

I didn't dodge. I even leaned forward obligingly.

Crackling sounds filled the air as the electricity shot through my veins like poisoned needles. It felt like I had something gnawing on my bones. My entire body convulsed. My senses went numb, but I clenched my teeth and refused to let out a single scream.

This pain was nothing compared to the hellish torment I'd been put through during my time in prison.

Three years ago, I had caught Regina and Tyler kissing in the study. As I trembled with rage, I marched right up to them and punched Tyler.

"You bastard! You're just a thief who stole someone else's family, and you're even setting your sights on your own sister-in-law!"

They decided I was mentally unstable—a dangerous lunatic who might kill them—so they sent me to prison for rehabilitation.

Thanks to the special care Tyler arranged for me, I was locked in the darkest cell and subjected to constant beatings and humiliation by a group of hardened criminals.

I resisted desperately, clinging to life in the hopes of one day avenging myself.

Then one day, the system told me that if I remained obedient until the day I died, I would be allowed to return to my original world at once and even receive a huge fortune.

So I learned to submit. No matter how they bullied me or abused me, I never resisted again.

When the electroshock baton was finally pulled away, smoke rose from my throat as I collapsed limply onto the bed.

Tyler stared at me in disbelief before demanding, "Don't stop! I don't believe he's actually learned to be this obedient!"

The men, who were actually thugs, exchanged a look before handing me a bottle of sulfuric acid to drink.

Everyone was convinced I would finally tear off my "facade of obedience" and start raging about the injustice like I used to. However, I simply flashed an eerie smile and parted my lips.

The sulfuric acid slowly slid down my throat, scorching me from the inside. My tongue instantly disintegrated. My throat was burned through, and every time I swallowed, it felt like my flesh was being boiled.

As sizzling sounds rang out, massive amounts of blood poured out of my mouth. The unbearable agony made my expression twist grotesquely. My entire face was burning, melting into a bloody mess.

My consciousness started to slip, and I blacked out.