Rebirth: The Devil’s Lunatic のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

Verona, ItalyThe cold water hit the young woman's bare skin first.It soaked through the thin white hospital dress she wore, sticking to her trembling frame. Strapped tightly to a metallic operating table inside the padded treatment room, heavy leather restraints dug into her wrists and ankles. She did not fight them, she had stopped fighting the asylum staff after her second year."Increase the current," Doctor Vane ordered from above her. His tone was as casual as if he were ordering coffee.A sharp surge of electricity tore through her body. Her muscles locked up instantly, her back arching against the cold metal as air was starved from her lungs. Yet, she clamped her teeth together.She did not scream."Look at her," an orderly muttered with a light chuckle, adjusting his white scrubs. "Not even a sound. She really is completely insane.""She’s not insane, she’s just stubborn," Doctor Vane replied, looking down at her through his glass visor. "Do you have any idea how much your

Elena/ Ileana Pov. I tightened my grip around the scalpel.The four orderlies came at me at once.My body was weak. That was the primary issue. My muscles were still recovering from years of physical abuse, my limbs were far thinner than I was accustomed to, and every swift movement served as a sharp reminder that this body had spent years being tortured instead of trained.But I was a professional. And professionals knew how to work with whatever tools they had.The first orderly swung his taser straight toward my chest. I stepped to the side, letting his arm pass inches from my face. I caught his wrist, twisted it hard, and drove my elbow straight into his throat. He choked, air completely leaving his lungs. I ripped the taser from his hand and drove the crackling metal prongs directly into his ribs. His body jerked violently before he collapsed onto the hard floor.The second man charged forward. I ducked beneath his reaching arm and kicked the back of his knee. As he stumbled, I

Adonis POV. "Cazzo," I muttered, leaning against the cold stone wall outside the asylum gates. "I forgot how much I hated this place."A soft, familiar laugh came through the phone pressed against my ear."You don't have a choice, boss," Matteo's voice replied. "Keeping her in that facility is the only way to shield her from the family until you find out the truth of what happened back then. Were you able to get anything out of her today?"I stared back at the dark, silent windows of the mental institution, letting out a heavy breath."No," I said softly. "She just stared at me with that same blank expression, as if I were a complete stranger. But something about the place felt different today.""You haven't set foot in Italy for five years, boss. Everything probably feels a bit off.""Maybe," I conceded, pushing off the wall and walking down the dimly lit road. "Does anyone know I'm back yet?""No, boss. The word on the street is still that you're arriving next week, exactly as you

Elena/Ileana Pov “Home?”The word slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.Dr. Vane nodded, looking as though he would rather deliver the news of his own execution than stand in front of me for another second.“Your family is here to take you home.”Interesting.For three months, I had been plotting my escape from this glorified prison. I had spent the last few days calculating my next move, gathering information, and figuring out how to leave without attracting unnecessary attention.And now, the Belluccis had graciously decided to come and collect me.How considerate of them.I almost laughed.“Then we shouldn’t waste time, should we?” I said, stepping away from the man still groaning on the floor. “I’ll pack.”Dr. Vane blinked.Perhaps he had expected me to refuse. Perhaps he thought I would demand to know why my family had suddenly remembered my existence after leaving me here for years.Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t interested in asking questions I didn’t need answers t

Elena/Ileana PovI was checking my phone when my bedroom door swung open.I barely had time to slide the device beneath my pillow before a maid walked in.Seriously?Did nobody in this house know how to knock?I sat up slowly and looked at the woman standing in front of me. She didn’t apologize for barging into my room, nor did she look the least bit guilty.Judging by the arrogant posture and the cold tilt of her head, I was beginning to realize that the Bellucci servants treated Ileana just as terribly as her family did.Wonderful. Even the staff had decided she was fair game.The maid carried a black dress draped over her arm. She walked over to the bed, dropped the garment onto the mattress, and dusted her hands together as though she had just completed some thoroughly unpleasant chore.“Madam asked me to bring this for you,” she said, her tone flat and completely devoid of respect. “You should get ready. The dinner is in an hour.”I glanced down at the dress, then back at her fa