Henry's every word was like venom. He brought the chalice in his hand close to Laboni's lips. Laboni turned her face away in disgust. Her entire body was trembling uncontrollably, yet she was trying her level best to remain calm.
"I don't drink this," Laboni said in a low but steady voice.
Henry let out a demonic laugh. He grabbed Laboni by the hair and pulled her closer. His hot breath brushed against her ear. He whispered obscenely, "How can you not? If your body doesn't warm up on this freezing night, how will you keep pace with me? You need a little intoxication, otherwise, this night will be far too painful for you."
He tried to force the chalice against Laboni's mouth. Laboni realized that showing this man mercy had been the greatest mistake of her life. Henry didn't see her as just a prisoner; he saw her as a tool to satisfy his lust.
Laboni's Moment
While Henry was busy forcing the wine on her, his one arm wrapped around her back, Laboni firmly gripped the sharp weapon hidden beneath her dress. Her medical brain had started working—she knew exactly where to strike to paralyze a person in an instant.
Suddenly, Laboni stopped resisting. She pretended to surrender, looking directly into Henry's eyes. Henry thought she had finally succumbed out of fear. With a victorious smirk, he lowered his face toward Laboni's neck.
At that exact moment, Laboni pulled out her hidden weapon. But Henry's brutality was at its peak. Neither the weapon nor her medical intelligence stood a chance against his sheer muscular strength; she was simply too weak. Henry didn't kill her, but what he did was worse than death.
Laboni's defiance had only incited Henry further. With a sudden jerk, he twisted both her hands, causing the hidden weapon to clatter onto the floor. With a demonic roar of laughter, Henry scooped her up in his arms.
"I won't let you die, Laboni, because if you die, I'll lose my toy," Henry thundered, slamming her violently onto the bed.
As she hit the mattress, Laboni felt the breath leave her lungs. The expensive stones on her dress pierced her back, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the hatred and fear shriveling her soul. She tried to scramble off the bed to escape, but Henry lunged at her, pinning her down.
In the dim glow of the bedside lamp, Laboni saw Henry's eyes glowing—there was no gratitude, no humanity, only the hunger of a wild beast.
She closed her eyes tight. Memories of her childhood garden and her father's blessings flashed through her mind. But in reality, she was trapped in a dark chamber where a powerful monster was ready to crush her life.
She whispered a single plea: "Allah... save me..."
That night became the darkest chapter of Laboni's life. The air in the room grew heavy. Everything began to blur before her eyes—the childhood garden, her father's smiling face, Rehan's voice—everything seemed to sink into a deep abyss. She no longer had the strength to resist. In the face of insult, pain, and ultimate defeat, she became a living corpse.
Finally, the nightmare ended. Henry moved away from her and collapsed onto the side of the bed. His body was drenched in sweat, his shirt clinging to his skin. After the intense exertion, his asthma began to flare up. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving visibly.
The only sound in the silent room was Henry's labored breathing. He rested a hand on his forehead, eyes closed, trying to take deep gulps of air.
On the other side, Laboni lay as still as stone. No tears fell; her eyes had dried into a demonic void. She stared at the ceiling as if she were no longer of this world. Her beautiful dress was now tattered—a constant reminder of her humiliation.
After a while, Henry managed to steady his breath and sat up. Without looking at Laboni, he grabbed his inhaler from the dressing table and took a puff. Then, in a cold voice, he said:
"From now on, you'll understand the real law of this prison. Go, return to your cell. Tomorrow morning, your brother will be moved to a better cell—as a reward for your 'service' today."
Laboni heard nothing. She was in a trance. She stumbled off the bed. There was no strength in her legs, but she had to get out of there.
As the heavy door of Henry's room slammed shut behind her, the cold corridor air bit into her broken body like needles. Her body was numb; every step felt like her heart was tearing. The cheerful girl of her childhood, who once chased butterflies in the garden, could now barely carry her own weight.
She staggered along, leaning against the wall. Her vision was blurred, her head spinning. She thought only of Rehan—her only brother, for whom she had endured this hell.
As she neared Rehan's cell, the world went black. Her heart felt as if it couldn't beat any longer. Just as she reached the bars of Rehan's cell, her body gave out. Without even the strength to scream in pain, she crashed onto the floor.
Inside the cell, Rehan had been waiting for his sister, his face pressed against the bars. Seeing Laboni fall in that state, he screamed in agony, "Sister! Sister, why did you fall? What did they do to you? Sister, open your eyes!"
Rehan reached through the bars, desperately trying to touch her, but his hands couldn't reach her lifeless body. Laboni lay on the floor, her expensive royal dress covered in dust. Her eyes were half-closed, as if she were sinking into the peace of death.
Rehan's cries and screams shattered the silence of the prison. He shook the iron bars like a madman, yelling, "Is anyone there? Save my sister! Call a doctor! She's dying!"
At that moment, a female guard came running from the other end of the corridor. Seeing Laboni in this condition, even she froze. She realized exactly what horrific event had taken place inside Henry's room that night.
The Secret of the Doctor
When the female guard reached Laboni's body, even her stony heart flickered with pity. She quickly called other guards, and they took Laboni to the small prison hospital on a stretcher. Rehan continued to scream like a madman inside his cell, but no one listened.
The duty doctor at the prison hospital was a middle-aged, experienced man. When Laboni was placed on the emergency bed, the doctor stopped short, seeing her devastated state and her torn, expensive clothing. He quickly began a physical check-up.
The Doctor's Surprise
As he examined her, the doctor's brow furrowed. He was stunned by two things:
Severity of Trauma: The doctor saw not just signs of a struggle, but that her blood pressure had dropped so low that anyone else might have suffered heart failure. Yet, Laboni's body seemed to be clinging to life through some infinite internal strength.
Medical Knowledge: While checking her hands, he noticed traces of a specific type of medical powder on her palms and under her nails. The doctor realized this girl was no ordinary prisoner. As he used his stethoscope to check her pulse, Laboni muttered something in a semi-conscious state.
The doctor leaned in and heard her whispering: "Epinephrine... 0.5 ml... pulse rate is dropping..."
The doctor was shocked. It was impossible for an ordinary prisoner to know these technical terms and drug dosages. He realized this girl was a skilled doctor herself. He ordered the guards to leave and whispered into Laboni's ear, "Are you a doctor? Did you use a drug to save yourself?"
Without opening her eyes, Laboni simply gestured with her hand. The doctor saw a small, broken glass ampoule clutched in her fist. Before going to Henry, she had taken a drug to mentally numb herself, ensuring that Henry's abuse wouldn't cause permanent neurological damage.
The doctor sighed and thought, "How strange! A life-giving doctor is rotting in this hell." He knew that if this became public, Laboni would be in even greater danger. He quickly wrote "General Weakness" on her file and began preparing the report.
The sound of heavy boots in the corridor made the hospital air feel toxic once again. Henry walked in, sleeves rolled up, looking disheveled but arrogant. The pædophilic satisfaction was still in his eyes, but a flicker of anxiety remained—had Laboni actually died? If she died, his toy would be gone too soon.
Seeing Henry, the doctor quickly composed himself and tried to hide Laboni's medical file. Henry stood beside her bed. Laboni lay lifeless under an oxygen mask. Henry barked at the doctor, "What's her status? Is she dead?"
The doctor stammered, "Not good, sir. She can't handle the extreme shock and physical strain. Her pulse is fluctuating wildly."
With a cruel laugh, Henry violently ripped the oxygen mask off Laboni's face. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I won't let you die so easily. The doctor says you're in bad shape, but I know you're acting. Remember, your brother Rehan is still alive."
Suddenly, Henry's eyes caught the broken ampoule in Laboni's hand, which the doctor had forgotten to remove. Henry glared at it and turned to the doctor. "What is this? Did she take poison?"
The doctor began to sweat. He knew that if Henry discovered Laboni was a doctor and had intentionally drugged herself, he would become even more violent. The doctor said in a trembling voice, "No, sir... it's probably just trash... maybe a bead from her dress."
Henry picked up the piece of the ampoule and sniffed it. He was suspicious. He looked at Laboni's pale face and said coldly, "Doctor, heal her within 24 hours. I want her to walk to me on her own feet. If she doesn't get up, I'll burn this hospital and you along with it."
As Henry left, he slapped Laboni's cheek lightly and said, "Get well soon, Laboni. The game has just begun."
As Henry walked out, the doctor let out a long sigh of relief. He whispered to Laboni, "Girl, you are in grave danger. This devil won't even let you die in peace. You have to fight this yourself now."