Chapter 93
Elena woke up on the white apartment alone. Despite only remembering being with Tyler moment’s ago in the living room, she was in her bed.
Elena felt drunk. She didn’t remember drinking–but maybe she had? Her memories felt jumbled and out of focus.
She tried to get out of the bed, stumbling as she did. In her efforts, she ended up getting her feet stuck in her bed sheets and tumbled to the floor.
Elena squinted, trying to focus. What was she trying to do again?
Right, get out of bed. Well, she had done that. What was next?
From the ceiling’s speakers, a familiar male voice rang out.
“Hello, my dearest wife Elena,” he greeted cheerfully. “How are you liking your new present?”
Elena blinked. She didn’t remember getting a present from anyone recently. And who was talking over the speakers?
“Ty–Tyler!” Elena said suddenly.
How could she forget! He had stabbed her with a syringe–obviously filled with some drugs. That’s why she was having so much trouble thinking.
Tyler’s laughter echoed through the room. “I see it’s already starting to work.”
“What did you do to me?” Elena demanded.
“I’m giving you the greatest gift,” Tyler repeated. “Your re–education has gone wonderfully, so now I’m tackling your only remaining flaws–your overthinking and stubbornness. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you drugged on that concoctions until your body and mind finally learn how to behave on their own.”
With each word, Elena felt her mind struggling to keep up with the conversation. She knew she had to focus, but it was difficult. And the more Tyler talked, the harder it got.
“I like thinking clearly,” Elena said bitterly. There was more she wanted to say, but the words were lost in her scattered thoughts.
“I’ll admit it was cute to watch you play doctor,” Tyler coos, “but a real wife needs to be totally devoted to her husband. She shouldn’t be thinking of anything but her husband and how best to serve him. There’s thousands of years of mafia tradition all about this, didn’t you know, Elena?”
“I… I won’t,” Elena started hesitantly. She was supposed to protest against Tyler, wasn’t she? But what was he saying again?
“Elena, you’re so close to being the perfect wife. Don’t you want to be perfect?” Tyler asked.
That didn’t sound bad. “Okay,” Elena relented.
“Perfect, my dearest wife,” Tyler praised. “So you agree–no more thinking without my permission?”
Elena wasn’t sure what was happening, but the voice sounded very confident. Her head was starting to hurt from trying to pay attention. Maybe it really was best to let go.
“Okay,” Elena agreed.
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Time passed by in a daze for Elena. She wasn’t trying to keep track of the days anymore. She couldn’t recall why she had ever bothered to.
All Elena knew is that if she didn’t think too hard, she wouldn’t get headaches. Trying to focus or recall old memories made pain flare up in her skull.
But not thinking left her feeling perfectly serene and happy. And it was very easy to keep feeling happy if she just listened to what the voice on the speakers told her to do.
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