Chapter 178: Self-Harm

I took the iron bucket without saying a word and walked into the hatch with it.

When my vision cleared up, I realized what Laura meant when she said Dicken was hurting himself.

My heart sank upon seeing Dicken. The iron bucket almost fell to the ground. Dicken’s wrists were no longer hung high above his head but had dropped to the height of his shoulder. He dragged the iron chains that were as thick as my wrist above him by force. A few deep ligature marks on his wrists caused by the iron chains were spotted. His bones were probably fractured and his flesh was exposed. The blue blood had solidified into a thick solid stuck between his wrists and handcuffs.

“Linda.” Dicken fixed his eyes on me when I came in. The iron chains shook as he spoke, “Linda… I...” he stuttered. He seemed to want to express something but had no idea what to say.

I suddenly understood everything. He had heard the conversations between Gary and me. Gary, the psychopathic indeed let Dicken listen to everyt