Chapter 310 Desire
All her reactions in the cage were captured by the infrared camera in the living room and transmitted upstairs.
William stayed in his office, steam still rising from the coffee on his desk. He leaned back in his soft chair, one hand propping up his chin.
He sent a message to Dylan downstairs.
[Not strong enough.]
What William meant was clear — Isla was only praying to God for protection. It was far too boring.
Even though this game was his idea, and he was the one who had told Dylan to carry it out,
Dylan's performance still didn't meet his expectations.
Because in his imagination, Isla's reaction should have been much more intense.
Dylan looked at the text on his phone and secretly scratched his head.
He really wasn't good at scaring people.
So after receiving William's instructions,
he had worked with a bunch of bodyguards to come up with this little trick of tapping on the window.
Seeing William issue new instructions, he racked his brain, until finally something clicked in his mind.
He lifted his hand and dragged his fingernails down the glass, one stroke after another.
The harsh, scraping sound made people's teeth ache.
The bodyguards following behind all shuddered and shook their heads hard.
But this strange sound fell on Isla's ears and scared her so much that she suddenly lifted her head and yelled loudly in the direction it came from.
"Bad cat! Thief cat!"
"Did I offend you? Why are you here to torture me?"
Dylan and his group outside the window reacted quickly.
Almost the moment they saw Isla lifting her head, they all crouched down.
William, who had been watching from upstairs, saw Dylan and the others' comical behavior, and a barely contained smile appeared on his cold face.
This smile that lasted just five seconds was the only time in months that William had smiled for real.
This smile didn't contain any painful emotions.
It was just a pure smile.
But as he smiled, he lost control. His composure shattered, and he burst into loud laughter.
Like a mental patient, his behavior was wildly exaggerated.
His head tilted back as he lay in the soft chair.
His body shook with laughter, yet his eyes were wet.
Of this one-minute smile, the remaining fifty-five seconds made William's laughter look uglier than a ghost's.
He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, then sat up again.
Looking at Isla on the screen, still cursing loudly, he sent Dylan a message to stop.
His talent for tormenting people had made the right decision for him countless times.
He knew that if they went on, they would definitely slip up and be discovered by Isla.
After that, tricks like this would no longer work on her.
And what he wanted wasn't just simple fright.
He wanted to deepen Isla's fear of the dark.
Even the living room lights were specifically ordered by William.
He wanted the living room to have no light at all after dark, and he didn't want a second living soul to appear there.
He wanted Isla to never sleep peacefully during any night she spent in the cage.
He wanted her to be nervous and afraid, to beg helplessly in the darkness, yet never receive a response.
Because she was the only living person in the living room.
After dark, it was as if everyone else in Spencer Villa had vanished.
This sense of loneliness for Isla would continue until the day she died.
Even William had to admire himself.
This way of tormenting people felt like it came naturally to him.
He didn't even need to plan it — the ideas simply appeared in his mind.
William didn't even have the corpse moved back into the cage.
Seeing Isla's reaction tonight, watching her fear of the empty cage,
William knew his plan had succeeded.
The rooftop renovation was finally complete.
The outdoor swimming pool William wanted took up almost four-fifths of the rooftop area.
The remaining fifth was taken up by a huge sun umbrella.
Although William's initial idea had been even crazier.
He had wanted the designer to build a pool where the coffin could float freely in the water.
But none of the designers who received this task could complete it.
Because no designer could change the physical properties of water to support that transparent crystal coffin.
In the end, William could only settle for second best — he chose not to let Isabella drift in the water, but to have her stay on the shore and watch him swim.
William had even initially wanted to apply sunscreen to the crystal coffin.
But these insane ideas were all talked down by Dylan.
Dylan told him that this coffin was like Isabella's skin, the shell that protected her.
Dirtying the shell would be like dirtying Isabella's skin.
William could only give up in the end, and even praised Dylan heavily.
Because Dylan's timely reminder had stopped him from making a big mistake.
Seven or eight bodyguards carefully carried the coffin up to the rooftop.
William changed into swim trunks. He put on swimming goggles, his thin upper body showing protruding ribs.
He stayed with the crystal coffin, hiding under that huge sun umbrella.
When his skin touched the coffin lid, William instantly felt a satisfaction he'd never experienced before.
He actually felt sexual pleasure from his own body pressing against the coffin.
That brief moment made William's brain short-circuit.
Although he knew this was deeply immoral and abnormal behavior,
that brief moment of satisfaction made William forget those hypocritical moral rules and regulations.
He dismissed everyone, not even leaving Dylan behind.
Just one man and one coffin, with Isabella lying inside, staying under the sun umbrella.
Looking at the sparkling light on the surface of the water, William again pressed all his bare skin against the coffin lid.
In that instant, he seemed to really be holding Isabella.
He closed his eyes, even feeling as if he were touching Isabella's hand and her soft skin.
After repeating this several times, he no longer had the energy to swim.
He called people to carry the coffin back down.
Then he changed into new clothes and went downstairs in high spirits.
He stood in front of the dog cage, looking at the two cages.
The left cage held Isla; the right cage was empty.
William looked at Isla and spoke lightly.
"I remember yesterday you said you wanted to visit the hospital."
"The weather is so nice now, let's leave right away."
William turned his head. This time, he had made more preparations.
When Dylan placed bags of things beside the cage,
and when Isla opened the packaging and saw the delicate items inside,
she only felt so humiliated and ashamed that she couldn't lift her head.
William had prepared sexy dresses for her, sexy underwear, and even makeup.
There were also highly suggestive garter stockings and deep black high heels.
Isla lifted her head and said weakly,
"I'll just wear that trench coat."