Capítulo 32: [31] : The Performance
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In a clean and brightly lit room, Roger sat in a chair, looking at the therapist seated in front of him.
Roger's therapist was a beautiful blonde woman, dressed in a crisp professional suit, with a short skirt emphasizing her perfect curves. She looked quite alluring. Wearing glasses, she exuded the aura of a corporate elite, the kind you imagine in high-level office settings.
Roger felt that, rather than a therapist, she seemed more like a seductress sent by Vought to entice him. However, it was evident that she had some genuine skills. From the moment Roger entered, she had been creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, trying to help him unwind. If Roger didn't know she was sent by Vought to probe him, he might have genuinely relaxed.
Since he had agreed to Vought's request for psychological counseling, Roger didn't act too stern. He chatted amicably with the therapist.
"I'm actually a fan of yours," said the therapist, Wendy, to Roger.
"Out of all the heroes, you're my favorite. Honestly, when I heard they wanted me to do your psychological counseling, I was so excited I almost went crazy!"
"Really? As a therapist, having personal feelings toward your patients doesn't seem very professional," Roger responded with a smile.
The blonde therapist smiled back, "It's okay, this is just a formality anyway. By the way, can you give me an autograph after we're done?"
"Of course."
"Great!" Wendy cheered, looking like a fangirl.
As their conversation continued, Wendy somehow ended up sitting next to Roger, her hand on his leg. She suddenly asked, "Though it's just a rumor, I've heard that... you like more mature women?"
"Is that so? I haven't heard that one," Roger's smile remained unchanged.
Wendy continued, "I just heard it from colleagues, so I was curious if it's true. If it is... what do you think of me?"
Roger looked her up and down. He had to admit, Vought knew how to pick people. Wendy's figure and appearance were indeed the type that Homelander liked. If it were Homelander, something indescribable might have already happened under such teasing.
But unfortunately for Wendy, Roger wasn't Homelander, and he knew her intentions weren't pure. So, he took her hand off his leg and said, "You said it yourself, it's just a rumor."
"So, you don't like that type? What a shame," Wendy teased, reaching for Roger's face.
Smack!
Before Wendy could touch him, Roger suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly, not letting go.
Wendy's expression changed as she tried to pull her hand back but couldn't. Roger's grip only tightened with time.
"What are you trying to do?" Roger asked with a smile.
Wendy endured the pain and said, "I... I just wanted to get closer to you..."
"Don't lie to me. What are you trying to do?" Roger asked again, still calm, as he grabbed her other hand, holding her up like a small animal.
"You're a superhuman, aren't you?"
"!!"
"Let me guess, your superpower must be something like hypnosis, memory reading, or mind-reading, right? And the condition to use your power is through your hands, just like a certain 'Wunderkind' from before."
Roger continued to apply pressure, smiling, while Wendy cried out in pain, "No... it's not... It hurts, Homelan... I don't have any powers... you've misunderstood, please let go of me!"
"I said, don't lie to me!" Roger leaned closer, speaking each word deliberately.
His eyes glowed with a crimson energy, aimed at the dishonest therapist. He held her hands tighter, seemingly ready to use his heat vision on her at any moment.
Under the threat of death and pain, Wendy knew she was exposed. She stopped hiding, kneeling on the couch and begging, "I'm sorry! Vought made me do it. They want to know what's been happening to you recently and why you've changed so much. So they sent me here. I... I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice... Homelander! Please, spare me, don't kill me!"
Feeling the pain in her hands, Wendy's eyes were filled with fear. She knew what kind of person Homelander was; all the psychologists who worked with the Seven did.
Because of this understanding, she was terrified when Roger got angry, fearing he would kill her at any moment. Wendy believed Roger would do it if he was truly angry.
So, she abandoned her dignity to beg for her life.
Seeing the fear in her eyes, the heat vision in Roger's pupils gradually faded. His expression softened, and he said, "You should have said so from the start."
Wendy sighed in relief, knowing her life was spared. But the next moment...
Crack!
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
Wendy's screams echoed in the counseling room as Roger mercilessly broke her hands, with bones piercing through her skin and blood splattering on the couch.
Roger let go, wiping his gloves clean of blood, and said, "But I hate being lied to and having my secrets pried into. So, a little punishment is in order."
After enduring the intense pain, Wendy forced herself to calm down. Despite the severity, modern medical technology could easily fix her hands, although there might be some lasting effects. At least she still had her hands.
After cleaning his gloves on her white coat, Roger turned to leave, saying, "Well, Doctor, this chat was quite enjoyable. I do feel much more relaxed. Looking forward to our next meeting. Goodbye."
Smiling, he waved at the therapist collapsed on the couch and walked out of the counseling room.
Upon exiting, Roger immediately took the elevator to Madelyn's office floor, barging in without knocking.
Madelyn, holding her son, was startled but quickly understood the situation upon seeing Roger. She softly asked, "Finished with the therapist?"
"Yes, you didn't tell me the therapist was a superhuman, one who could read minds!"
Roger glared at Madelyn.
Madelyn replied, "Her ability is only to soothe spirits. We thought you might be under a lot of stress lately, so we sent her to help you relax..."
"I don't need it," Roger interrupted, "I hate being controlled, and you should know that. I don't like mind superhumans entering my brain! Madelyn, I don't want this to happen again!"
"Wow, this is the first time you've spoken to me like this. You must be really angry," Madelyn looked at Roger in surprise, but with a smile.
"Alright, since you don't like it, we won't do it again. By the way, you should meet the charity event coordinator now, right?" Madelyn changed the topic.
Roger, looking at her holding the child, didn't pursue the matter about the therapist further and continued the conversation, "Yes, it's time to meet them."
"Then go ahead. Remember, you and Starlight are the stars of tomorrow's charity event," Madelyn gently urged.
Not wanting to say more about the therapist, and seemingly satisfied with Roger coming to her, Madelyn appeared to have achieved her goal.
Roger also stopped pressing the issue, believing his performance would satisfy Vought.
It was just unfortunate for the therapist, who was used as a pawn.
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