Lauren's face contorted with agony. She tried to wriggle free, but her other hand was pinned under Mitchel's foot, rendering it immoveable.

With a quivering voice, she reminded him, "Mitchel, you're hurting me..."

Mitchel, however, merely ignored her words, moved the hilt of the knife up, and said with ease, "You weren't aiming for the artery.

You should cut here, see?"

Lauren's entire body shook at his words.

Fear gripped her for the first time, and she worried Mitchel might actually end her life right there and then.

Mitchel's dark side appeared. It was chilling and made him appear demonic.

“What are you waiting for? Do it," he urged, his face void of emotion and voice deep and ominous.

“Do you want me to help you?"

Without waiting for her reply, he directed her hand to a lethal spot on her artery and forcefully pressed down.

Lauren shook, terrified out of her wits.

"No, please don't... Don't do this, Mitchel..."

Mitchel narrowed his eyes but did not loosen his grip. What he said next sent shivers through her.

“Weren't you just about to kill yourself?"

As the blade cut through her skin, blood began to trail down to her fingernails and along her arm.

"Please, stop... Don't..." Lauren mumbled. Her body was shaking Like a lamb, and she was scared shitless.

"Help! Help me! Matteo, help me..."

Moments ago, Lauren was resisting being taken away by Matteo. But now, she found herself wishing he would whisk her away immediately.

At least in an asylum, she could survive and cling to the hope of eventual freedom. If she stayed here, she feared she might bleed out.

Matteo hurried over to Mitchel and said, "Mr. Dixon, please leave it to me."