“Mr. Shane, what’s the matter? How did you get hurt?” Silas asked as he helped Dr. Morrison to wrap the bandage around his arm.

The man did not reply. After his bandage was done, he cast a glance at the older doctor and asked, “You’re a psychiatrist?”

“Yes, Mr. Shane. I’m Dr. Zeplin.”

“Do you know hypnosis?” Shane stood up.

“Yes,” Dr. Zeplin nodded his head.

“Great. Follow me.” Shane walked over to the sofa and brought him into the master bedroom.

Curious, Silas trailed behind the two.

In the bedroom, Natalie widened her unblinking eyes at the ceiling like a soulless puppet.

Gulping, Silas said, “Mr. Shane, Ms. Smith…”

“She’s been hypnotized. Can you snap her out of it?” Shane looked at Dr. Zeplin.

 

The psychiatrist did not reply and checked on Natalie before saying, “Sure. Her condition is not so serious. I can snap her out of it.”

eased his tense expression. “I’ll leave it to

 

smiled. “Don’t worry, Mr.

few steps, giving way

to clap

as he pointed

forehead and said, “It’s done. She will wake up in a

Silas tiled

first,” Shane said and headed out the door

them headed toward

at Stanley who was still on the floor. “Would you please look at him and

and crouched down to examine Stanley’s mental state while Shane, Silas,

hour, Dr. Zeplin stood

how is he doing?”

his deepest consciousness, and he’s on the verge of a mental breakdown as he’s overcome with negative sentiments. He has to

revelation. “Uncontrollable… Do you

be worse than a madman. A madman wouldn’t necessarily become a psychopath, but I

“That’s terrifying.” Silas shuddered.

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