Trial Of The Senses

Sheila had guessed it right when she was outside. This was indeed a row of bungalows used for storage, and the room in front of her was a storage room of about fifty square meters. There were many paper boxes, cleaning tools such as brooms and mop, and other messy plastic pots, iron shelves and other things in the room.

The man called Doctor Clark was sitting in a leather chair in the center of the open space, with short hair and a handsome face. The way he sat and the way he looked at people were somewhat ruffian. More obviously, he was wearing a white coat.

Sheila was a little vigilant. The doctor who had just diagnosed her didn't find her, so she cautiously took two steps back and wanted to leave.

"Someone is guarding outside. You can't leave." Clark said with a smile.

Looking at the surrounding environment and the evil smile on the man's face, Sheila felt a creepy feeling in her heart. "Who are you? What can I do for you?"

"My name is Clark. You can call me Brother Clark. I'm the person in charge of the infirmary of the prison." "Don't be afraid. Though I'm a tough man I am very gentle to women."

"……" Sheila got more nervous and wanted to continue to retreat, but she had already retreated to the door and there was no way back.

"I heard from my colleague that your mental condition is a little bad, but Doctor Jiang said that you are pretending to be ill in order to deceive doctors for medical parole." Noticing that Sheila didn't care about it at all, Clark continued, "but I think you are innocent and clean. You don't look like a liar at all. Come on, tell me what happened. Maybe I can help you. "

Help her? Sheila's vigilance relaxed a little. The person in charge of the infirmary should

world? If only I had met you one day earlier." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Clark held the woman's hand and put it in her arms. "You are such a sensible and beautiful female prisoner. It's a pity to stay here. How could Doctor Jiang be so cruel to say that you are lying? I must let that ungrateful person talk nicely."

Sheila's heart raced wildly, "Can you change the words and let me out?"

"Yes, he just came to help us on the spur of the moment. We have to listen to me in the end. But he has diagnosed that you are lying. What should we do?" The man said ambiguously.

Sheila's heart sank with excitement. She didn't want to compromise with this man, so she had to explain in vain, "Brother Clark, I really can see the female prisoner called Amelia. I really, I didn't lie to you."

"Of course I trust you." Clark took Sheila's hand and pulled her to sit down beside him. He reached out and touched her beautiful and pure face, with an evil look in his eyes. "Look at you. You are still so young and beautiful. How could you be sentenced to life imprisonment? It's a pity that such a flower like person withers in such a cold prison."