Chapter 304 Best Leading Actress
The caregiver lowered his head. He wanted to look but didn’t dare to, yet his body’s reaction had already given him away.
William noticed the change and smiled even more deeply.
"Go ahead."
"You should know what to do."
"There are plenty of people waiting for this job. Don’t disappoint me."
After a long internal struggle, the caregiver finally raised his head and walked toward Isla.
When his hand touched Isla’s arm, her body still trembled unnaturally.
She let out a low cry, then clamped her mouth shut.
The caregiver was startled by her reaction and suddenly didn’t know what to do.
William frowned, his voice turning colder.
"How stupid."
"Turn her over. Make her lie on the bed. Make her look at her own husband."
Sensing William’s changing attitude, the caregiver didn’t dare make another mistake.
He suddenly turned Isla around and pushed her onto the hospital bed.
Isla’s naked upper body fell onto the bed and pressed against the unconscious Benjamin’s legs.
She struggled a few times, trying to get up.
She still couldn’t do it—being violated by another man at such close range, right in front of Benjamin.
But the caregiver didn’t give her that chance at all.
His movements suddenly became rough, no longer as careful as before.
He grabbed both her hands and pressed them down hard, forcing Isla down onto Benjamin’s legs.
Then the caregiver’s body thrust forward.
The sudden penetration hurt so much that Isla cried out.
Her mouth trembled, and at last the tears began to flow uncontrollably.
The tears fell like drops of rain onto the white sheets.
Isla buried her whole face in the blanket. She didn’t dare look, much less listen. Enduring the pain between her legs, she prayed silently.
She prayed that Benjamin would never wake up.
If he saw her like this, she would never have the courage to face him again.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh made William’s eyes grow brighter and brighter.
He held up the camcorder, circling the bed and filming from every angle.
He deliberately chose the best angle, making sure the unconscious Benjamin and Isla, tangled with another man, were in the same frame.
When this image appeared, William’s face showed a twisted smile.
He murmured,
"This is truly the finest work of art in the world."
"Why didn’t I become a cameraman back then?"
"Dylan, am I right?"
Dylan had been standing guard at the door. He simply found those obscene sounds annoying.
So he had looked away.
Hearing William’s question, he nodded and replied numbly.
"Whatever Mr. Spencer decides is correct."
William’s lips curved.
He looked at Isla, who kept her face buried in the blanket, but suddenly frowned.
"No, no."
"This shot isn’t good at all."
"I can’t even get her face in frame."
His eyes finally left the screen. Looking at the caregiver, he shouted anxiously,
"Pull her up."
"If you still don’t let me get her face, you don’t need to come back tomorrow."
The caregiver was startled by his words.
He suddenly used force with both hands and really pulled Isla’s body up, leaving her body half-suspended in the air.
His left hand grabbed Isla’s left hand, his right hand grabbed Isla’s right hand.
William nodded with satisfaction.
"That’s more like it."
"You should really be grateful for the chance to be my best male lead."
He zoomed the lens in, focusing on Isla’s face.
He looked at Isla’s tightly closed eyes and the tear tracks on her face, and said lazily,
"As the best female lead, how can you not open your eyes?"
"Look at the camera."
"Oh, right!" William suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he had just thought of something important.
He suddenly said very seriously,
"Right, say your lines. Why aren’t you saying your lines?"
"As the best female lead, how can you not have any lines?"
Isla’s heart was on the verge of collapse.
She knew William’s mind wasn’t normal.
She just didn’t expect his condition to get worse day by day.
Right now, William was exactly like a madman, a patient with no normal sense left.
How could he talk about this with such casual ease?
Did he really think he was a director?
William’s obsessive eyes showed an inappropriate seriousness.
Right now, he really sees himself as a director and also the cameraman of this film.
William really enjoyed this game. He watched Isla struggling and falling in front of Benjamin.
He enjoyed pushing Isla bit by bit into the mud, then pressing her head down and drowning her there.
The caregiver finally stopped, but William still felt it wasn’t enough.
He had the caregiver pull Isla onto the bed, then made Isla support herself with her hands, kneeling above Benjamin.
She was half-kneeling, looking down at Benjamin’s face.
Once again, he pushed his talent for torturing people to the extreme.
He watched Isla’s trembling body, watched her tears fall drop by drop onto Benjamin’s face.
In Isla’s eyes were fear, shame, and guilt. Many complex emotions are mixed together.
She tried desperately to hold back her tears. She was terrified those tears might wake the unconscious Benjamin.
But she just couldn’t control it. Those tears were like water from a turned-on faucet, falling drop by drop, endlessly.
Now she didn’t even have the right to break down.
The movie had begun, and as the most important female lead, William wouldn’t let her be absent.
Looking at Benjamin’s face, she never imagined that her desire to visit him would end up like this.
Ever since William appeared, no matter what she did, it was wrong and couldn’t bring good results.
She didn’t dare die, and didn’t dare live.
She was like a sparrow being roasted over a fire.
It wasn’t until the caregiver finished having sex for the second time that William finally put away the camcorder with satisfaction.
He handed the camera to Dylan, telling him to make a copy of the tape and keep it.
Then he turned to the caregiver, his tone still light.
"You’ve earned this job for yourself."
"You should feel proud."
"Because I, William, don’t praise people easily."
The caregiver nodded repeatedly, keeping his attitude extremely humble.
"Thank you, Mr. Spencer."
"Mr. Spencer, thank you for giving me this opportunity."
"As long as you’re willing to let me stay, I’ll do whatever you tell me."
William glanced at him. "You’ll do whatever I tell you?"
"That’s really interesting."
"So if I told you to be a dog, would you do that too?"
To William’s amusement, the caregiver actually dropped to his knees and barked like a dog, twice.
William looked at the man kneeling on the floor and lifted his foot to press down on his shoulder.
"I never realized before that you actually have the talent to be a dog."