DreameNovelChapter 317 I hate Dixon, I hate his guts.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt this time, the data on top of the computer detector changed tically at once. Even through the glass, Dixon could see her consciousness seemed to have a moment of clearness. She seemed to get back her sense a little by this question., Hate...
Sonia felt as if she had fallen into darkness, surrounded by a voice knocking at her over and over again. "Is there anyone you hate or dislike?" Hate... Sonia held out her hands to herself, but it was so dark that she couldn't even see where her hands were.
Was there someone she hated? Faces flashed through her mind. The memories she had lost stirred again. The consciousness that had blocked them could not control them now. The next second, like Pandora's box that had been opened, those memories raced into Sonia's mind in minutes. Blood, wounds, pain, betrayal, she covered her ears, but her ears were filled with the wailing sound of memories, sharp, long whistles, scars.
'Why... Why probe into my past...' 'Why cut through my heavy disguise...' 'Why should I remember..." 'Don't... Don't cany closer... Help me... Help...' Sonia was bewildered in the darkness like a newborn baby. She cried over and over again in the deepest center of her consciousness. She clutched her head. She felt a sharp pain in her brain, as if she had been through a catastrophe. Sonia whimpered, losing her ability to speak, and was left with an instinctive whimper. "Hate...
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Faces flashed through her mind. She was shaking all over. However, from the perspective of real life, in Dixon's eyes, Sonia was just sleeping expressionlessly. And all the pain she just felt was just her inner self. Her subconscious was struggling violently. But she was still just lying quietly in her chair, with catheters and wires all over her body. With the sound of the machines running, her eyelids fluttered. However, she still did not wake up. Doctor Hoober sighed with relief. It seemed that the question just now had touched the core of Sonia's inner pain.
They continued with the hypnosis. Then the low voice still hit Sonia's eardrums.
"Who do you hate?" In the darkness, Sonia ran wildly without bounds. She fell down, got up, and she covered her ears. But along with the whistling wind, those memories engulfed her. Sonia hissed, helplessly begging for help, "I don't want to hear... I don't want to see it... Don't makeremember, I don't want to know!" "Who do you hate?" Hate? She hated the world. She even hated herself! Her incompetence to fight, her weakness, her... She didn't have the courage to die! Sonia hugged herself. The depression had transformed all her anger into self-blame. She was trapped in
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