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I could no longer control my emotions and swept the tableware off the table with a wave of my hand. The knives and forks fell, cutting a deep gash in his hand.
His expression suddenly changed, and he stood up to quickly send a message on his phone before dragging me into the room with a fierce grip.
"What are you doing?" I struggled, trying to break free from him.
He stuffed a towel into my mouth, tore off his belt, and bound my hands behind my back. He sat on top of me, pressing down so hard that I could barely breathe.
Before long, I heard the sound of a car outside. My husband lifted me up and opened the door, and a group of medical personnel rushed in, pulling me into the ambulance.
"What are you doing?" I looked at them in terror, struggling with all my might.
They held me down and injected something into my arm, and then I knew nothing more.
When I woke up again, I found myself firmly strapped to a hospital bed, surrounded by white walls and glaring lights.
There was no sunlight from outside, no fresh air—only endless despair.
"You're awake?" A voice came from beside me. I turned to see a disheveled woman sitting on the bed next to mine.
"Where is this?" I asked.
"A psychiatric hospital in the eastern suburbs."
A psychiatric hospital? My husband actually sent me to a psychiatric hospital?
"My last name is Li. What about you? What are you thinking about?" the woman in the adjacent bed asked softly.
I turned to her, seeing her concerned gaze. "My last name is Zhang. I'm just wondering if I'm really crazy for being sent to a place like this."
"Don't think like that..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the door to the ward opened, and a group of nurses walked in, pushing my bed out. I looked at them in panic. "What are you doing? Where are you taking me? Aunt Li, what are they going to do? Help me, Aunt Li..."
My screams echoed through the silent corridor.
I was pushed into a room that resembled an operating theater; the bright lights were so intense that I could barely open my eyes.
The sound of machines roaring and the indifferent commands of medical staff filled my ears:
"First, plug her mouth!"
"Be good, relax, this won't hurt too much."
A voice from a medical staff member echoed beside me, but I felt an unprecedented fear.
I tried to struggle, but my limbs were firmly restrained on the table, unable to move. A sharp pain shot through me, followed by an excruciating current coursing through my body.
"Ah!" I tried to scream, but with my mouth blocked, no sound came out; my body just convulsed uncontrollably.
At that moment, I heard familiar voices coming from outside the door.
It was my husband, along with that woman!
"Look at her like that; it's truly ridiculous," the woman's voice dripped with sarcasm and mockery.
My husband's laughter followed, "Yeah, who would have thought she would end up like this."
Their conversation pierced my heart like needles, filling me with an unprecedented sense of humiliation and anger.
The medical staff seemed oblivious to the conversation outside; they continued their "treatment," as if I were nothing more than a lifeless object.
"You will regret this!" I thought angrily to myself.
Outside, the laughter of my husband and the woman grew louder; they seemed to revel in my torment.
"She deserves to be like this now," my husband's voice carried a hint of cruelty.
"Yeah, who told her not to know her place," the woman echoed.
I closed my eyes, tears slipping from the corners. My body trembled in pain, but my heart burned with rage.
"I will not give up like this," I silently vowed to myself, "I will make you pay."
Finally, the treatment ended. The medical staff unfastened me from the table, and two nurses carried me back to the ward like a heap of mud.
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