Chapter 4: Perverted Stalker!

Deep down, he'd always suspected that a miracle cure for cancer was too good to be true. But desperation had driven him to grasp at straws—for Vanessa's sake.

Now, tied to a bed with a stranger confirming his worst fears, Wade's survival instincts began kicking in.

"You too? Were you tricked into coming here for treatment?" Wade asked, still trying to process.

"Yeah," Dane nodded. "I've been here for days, and I've already seen just how dark this place is."

"It's not just us—there are others. Victims."

Dane lowered his voice, adding, "The guy in your bed before you? He bit off his own tongue to end it."

"Fuckkk!"

Wade cursed and immediately began thrashing against the ropes with renewed vigor.

Dane watched closely, a flicker of hope sparking in his chest. Unlike himself, Wade had the physique of a trained soldier. If anyone could break free, it was him.

"I'm really starting to hate ropes," Wade muttered, straining against the bindings.

"Come on, you can do it!" Dane encouraged, knowing full well how crucial this moment was.

"If you ever want to see Vanessa again, you'd better take advantage of their lowered guard while you're still new here. Once they realize how dangerous you are, they'll never let their guard down again."

Wade grunted, sweat pouring down his face.

"I'm not rotting away in this sh**hole," he growled.

"Exactly!" Dane chimed in. "And the longer you're stuck here, the more likely Vanessa is to forget about you completely."

[ Your words struck Wade's nerves, increasing his determination. ]

[ Dual-Wield Mastery +10 (Current Mastery: 33). ]

"No way!" Wade roared, veins bulging on his neck as he strained harder. "No one's better for Vanessa than me!"

( Insert several lines of explicit and wildly inappropriate imagery here. )

Face flushed red from effort, Wade didn't stop talking even as he fought the restraints.

Dane, knowing exactly how to push Wade's buttons, added fuel to the fire.

"Don't forget her left leg and right leg—Thanksgiving and Christmas! If you don't break out of those ropes, your favorite holiday destinations might become someone else's playground."

[ Your words continue to fuel Wade's emotions. ]

[ The word 'playground' has triggered an adrenaline surge. ]

[ Dopamine levels spiked. ]

[ Healing Ability +10 (Current Ability: 15). ]

"Arrrgh!!" Wade roared, muscles tensing as he gave it everything he had.

Wade let out a primal roar, and with one final surge of strength, the ropes binding his body snapped apart.

Dane's eyes lit up like fireworks.

"Yes! Hell yes! You did it, man!"

He grinned from ear to ear, as if he had personally been the one to break free.

"I'm so happy for you! And hey, since you're free now, how about helping your number-one cheerleader over here?"

Dane's face was all smiles, but Wade's expression was anything but friendly. His eyes were cold, devoid of any trace of humor.

Without warning, Wade lunged onto Dane's bed, pinning him down and straddling his chest.

"What the—?!" Dane barely had time to react before Wade's fist connected with his face.

"Die, you perverted stalker!" Wade roared, throwing another punch.

"You think you can spy on my private moments with Vanessa and get away with it?!"

Wade's voice was dripping with fury. "Those Thanksgiving and Christmas lines—I only ever said those to her. Once. Once! How the hell do you know about them?!"

Another punch landed square on Dane's nose, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Wait! Let me explain!" Dane shouted, his voice muffled by the force of Wade's fists.

"Explain?! You mean lie?!" Wade snapped.

"No! No, it's not what you think!" Dane blurted. "I'm not a stalker! I—I saw it on TV!"

"What?!" Wade froze, his expression twisting. "You recorded us and then watched it on TV?!"

[ Wade is now even more convinced you're a perverted stalker. ]

[ Anger Levels Rising. ]

[ Bowel Restraint +20 (Current: 30). ]

[ Critical Hit Triggered. ]

[ Resilience +20 (Current: 30). ]

Things had gone from bad to worse.

Wade's punches showed no sign of stopping, and Dane, still bound to the bed, had no way to fight back.

"What else did you do?!" Wade demanded, cocking his fist back again.

"Help! Somebody, help me!" Dane finally screamed, abandoning any hope of reasoning with the lunatic.

The door burst open.

Angel stormed in, her boots pounding against the floor. A matchstick dangled lazily from her lips as her sharp eyes locked onto the chaos in front of her.

Wade was still sitting on top of Dane, fists raised, and the bed groaned under their combined weight.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" Angel roared, her voice rattling the room.

Wade's head snapped around, his eyes meeting hers.

Before he could even react, Angel grabbed him by the collar and flung him across the room like a rag doll.

Wade hit the wall with a loud thud and slumped to the ground.

Angel turned her attention to Dane, her eyes narrowing at his bloodied face.

"What the hell happened here?" she demanded, her tone sharp and unforgiving.

Dane's survival instincts kicked in.

"He—he said you're fat and ugly!" Dane blurted, spitting out the words as fast as he could.

Angel's eyes twitched.

Dane pressed on, determined to seal the deal.

"I told him he was wrong, and I defended you. But then he snapped, broke free from the ropes, and started beating me up! Oh, and he said that with your build, you'd definitely win the WWE women's championship."

[ Successfully shifted Angel's anger onto Wade. ]

[ Gained slight favor with Angel. ]

[ Angel is very sensitive about comments regarding her body. ]

[ Resilience +10 (Current: 40). ]