---- Chapter 4. "W-What the hell happened to you?" Jason was extremely stunned. He reached his hand out to me, but immediately retracted his hand back just when he was about to touch me, as if he had gotten an electric shock. My entire body was covered in hideous scars, not to forget the extra wrinkly skin due to the loss of weight. Even my breasts, which were my pride in the past, were as droopy as an old hag's. "Jason, this is the price of loving you." I looked right at him. Although being in the same room as him terrified me, I had to let him know what hell I went through in the mental asylum. In there, being starved was the most basic form of punishment. I was also being electrocuted every day. I was strapped to a chair, wearing a metal helmet that would send out electric shocks whenever I thought of Jason. ---- Initially, those shocks would only make me yell, and my eyes would roll. Later on, I was shocked so badly that I passed out. "Liking your own brother is wrong! It's incestuous! You'll have to suffer for it! A person like you, at the bottom rung of the social ladder, is only good enough to polish his shoes!"" Initially, I would resist and yell back, "It's not incestuous! We're not related by blood! I have the adoption papers!" Every time I resisted, I would be whipped with a special type of whip filled with tiny barbs. The tiny barbs would peel off part of my skin. "He's the head of a company! He's above everyone! You're just an adopted daughter! How delusional that you think you could be his wife!" They tortured me daily by beating and starving me, breaking me down until I could no longer take it. I would no longer dare to love Jason. Those people were not doctors. They were psychotic monsters. ---- Jason asked with furrowed brows, "How did you get all those scars? I made explicit arrangements for them to take good care of you." I snorted. "Jason, I begged you, but you ignored me." When I could no longer take it at the mental asylum, I found a way to steal a phone to call Jason for help. When he heard my voice, he said something to me I could never forget. "Madeline, you're still being naughty even when you're in the asylum. Are you forcing me to lock you up in prison so you'll be good?" There was no difference between locking me up in a prison and a mental asylum. Jason was at a loss for words. He gulped and said with difficulty, 'W-Well, I-I thought that y-you still..." I put on my clothes and stayed further away from him because I was feeling nauseous again. ---- "You thought I still loved you? I wouldn't dare to love you ever again, Jason. I'd die if I did so." Jason strode over to me, grabbing me by my shoulders. I could smell a strong minty scent on him. The scent that used to arouse me only made me even more nauseous at that moment. "Let go of me! Let go!" My body started to twitch. I had a splitting headache that felt like I was being torn apart. I shook my head violently and shoved him away with all my might. In the end, I could no longer take it. I ran to the toilet bowl and puked. However, I had nothing left in me, so I could only retch. "Madeline, what's going on with you? Are you sick?" Jason asked anxiously. I could not be bothered with him. At that moment, Camila's voice rang out, "Jason,