Three days after the wet incident. Early in the morning, I was surprised by Mr. O'Connor at my door. He said that the best psychologist in London and his nurse were waiting for Axe for trauma therapy. Axe would be given somatic therapy of the binding or restraint type to avoid the risk of him harming himself again or even endangering others.However, I refused because I felt that Axe's current condition was stable, the man was not having a tantrum. Wasn't it yesterday that we were able to talk eye-to-eye and that was enough to make him feel good-very good in fact.As for Axe who might still be afraid of people out there, it's just a matter of time. Eventually, Axe will recover if he gets used to it and forgets what happened.It is true that this binding therapy will not hurt Axe. But, who can bear to see a loved one having to wear a commissol, jacket and leg and hand restraints. I can't bear to see Axe struggle against himself. As long as he's stable, a consultation is e

My gaze never left Axe since 15 minutes passed after he consumed his mother's milk. His behavior was suddenly strange with the occasional unreadable look thrown at me.I tried not to be affected by anything. But the sudden movement of Axe stepping into the bathroom made me end up following him. He was confusing and it was enough to worry me.Somewhat incredulously I find Axe allowing himself to be showered again. This time he's standing with his hands repeatedly brushing his hair back.God, Axe. He completely forgot that his body was still warm. Even though his fever had been gone for three days."What are you doing, Axe?" I asked, unable to stand watching him enjoy the water splashing on his body."Go away, Bridgette. You'll torture me by being here," Axe replied this time with his head down.What did Axe mean about me being here? I just stood there, not doing anything that could harm him and potentially hurt him."You're confusing me. I don't want to go

"Where are we going, Axe?" I asked, surprised to see him dress me up like a wonder woman in a tight all-black outfit, for the inside. The outside of my body is covered in a fiery red dress, where the fabric legs dangle down."Party. Witnessing your uncle's destruction."My uncle's destruction...He doesn't bear the name Xandersis, does he?Should I do it? Of course I should. For now I was on Axe's side. It wasn't easy for me to watch my husband go through such a difficult time, he was physically and mentally hurt by that depraved man. Thank God Axe didn't contract venereal disease, which maybe—God forbid - one of them did.Yes. Earlier, just before nightfall. Mr. O'Connor brought in a doctor to examine Axe's body in detail. Although he had refused, Axe finally agreed to be reviewed. Based on the results of the post-mortem on Axe's body-the part where he was s*domized, there were abrasions that were almost dry. Axe complained to me that he didn't like his fat

However, it wasn't long before my questioning ended. The lights in the building suddenly went out, leaving only the monitors still on. The atmosphere, which had been quite peaceful, was suddenly noisy with the protests of the guests.Even more surprising. The sound of the sound system boomed, startling almost everyone. After a while, the video documenting Uncle Danial's kindness instantly changed to show his depraved behavior.There were many sad events that the cruel man had inflicted on others. Don't ask how the victims look. In the video, most of their bodies are censored, probably for privacy."This-this is not true. You can't just believe it. I can't be that bad."On stage Uncle Danial began his defense. The tone of fear behind his voice was so clear. I thought a man like him would never feel threatened, but now his attitude was like a chick losing its mother."The person who did this must have wanted to slander me."Playing victim!What was shown on

"Wait for me here. Ale will take care of you," Axe said with a gesture of loading ammunition into the gun in his hand.Just looking at him holding a gun made my brain ache, imagining what Axe would do. He parked his car on the edge of the forest. Then he hurriedly led me along the path, quite a distance-about 100 meters from our first step.I wondered where Axe was taking me, only to find Alessandro inside a large glass box with a lot of gear around the man and bright lights for illumination."You told me to stay here, so where are you going?""In there," he replied still busy preparing himself, as if he was a war soldier about to go on duty."I want to come with you!"My eyes alternately gazed at Axe's body, which was now complete with several weapons under his white T-shirt, and the large building that was alone in the forest-along with the lights. What will he do when he goes inside there?"You can't."Axe walked over to erase the distance between us once he was done. His big hand