Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 592

Sophie was groggy, unsure how long she had been asleep, but when she finally woke up, she found the room cloaked in darkness.

That's right, she remembered now—Odie's men had thrown her into a dark room.

A sharp pain shot through Sophie's arm, causing her to inhale sharply. She instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, but a man's voice halted her, "Don't move!"

"Who are you?"

At that moment, a nurse switched on a flashlight, and Sophie shielded her eyes. The room had no windows and no lights, casting it into deeper darkness.

The nurse explained, "You've got a fever. Mr. Odie sent us to treat you."

With the flashlight's aid, Sophie saw the discarded plastic wrapper—a fever reducer indeed.

She relaxed slightly and asked, "How long does Odie plan to keep me here?"

"That's for him to decide, not us."

Realizing the doctor and nurse knew nothing, Sophie pressed on, "Does he plan to kill me?"

"You're alive now, so it means he doesn't want you dead."

"Fine then, I need to use the bathroom."

Sophie's request took the doctor by surprise.

"Basic human needs," she said. "Surely you don't expect me to take care of it in here? Does Odie have a fetish for watching people use the bathroom?"

Sophie had already noticed the two-way mirror in the room. Odie was undoubtedly in the next room, watching her every move through that mirror.

The doctor, feeling awkward, replied, "That's beyond my authority."

"Then go ask your boss. I don't mind as long as he doesn't mind me dirtying his place."

The doctor and nurse exchanged looks.

As Sophie emerged but did not move, Gattlin impatiently said, "Hurry up."

Sophie looked at Gattlin as if he were foolish and slowly said, "I don't know the way."

Begrudgingly, Gattlin had to lead Sophie to the ladies' room himself.

Sophie took in her surroundings. The ship's slight sway suggested it was underway. If she wanted to escape, her only option might be a dramatic leap into shark-infested waters. It seemed she'd have to wait until they docked.

"Hurry up," Gattlin urged as Sophie approached the ladies' room.

Her feet, soaked in seawater, were swollen, and each step was agonizing. She wondered if Colby and James thought she was already dead...

"Are you done yet?" Gattlin's impatience echoed from outside.

Sophie was about to open the door, but then she heard Gattlin's obsequious voice again, "Mr. Odie..."

Sophie retracted her hand from the door.