g she noticed
sterile, it burned her nasal cavity and
ought her here, saying it was a top-tier private clinic that could "repair scars." She looked down at her arm-
day. Back to before he
enly opene
ove. It was a surgical light. To her left, a stainless steelere bound. The leather
the opera
walked towards her, holding
chest. A cold, numbing fear gripped her. The room.
y. The day her
's
as re
's fallen body, the cold glass of the coffin-exploded in her mind
she must sa
don't be
, sweet, sinister voice
a light blue nurse's uniform, a kind smile on her face. T
blood splattered on the marble floor-flashed through her mind. Th
syringe. "You can administer the
aced with something that would wear off halfway through the surger
perating light. "It'll be over soon," she said soft
breathing shallow and rapid. She recalled the i
ctly. "I'm so scared. Please. Can you untie one
uest. The kind of requ
and vulnerability. To savor the moment more fully, to feel Chloe's des
to untie the leather strap on Chloe's right
into the vein in Chloe's left arm. "Hold on ti
needle was only an in
the syringe slipping from her hand and rolling to the floor. Chloe didn't stop. Her left hand was still bound, but with her right ha
vered his face, and
slammed it against the restraints on her left wrist. The
linoleum floor. She picked up the syringe that had roll
ce, huddled in the corner trembling like a leaf. "Drag her onto
he was told, dragging the unconscious, hea
st friend with leather restraints and tigh
picked up
unconscious face. It was the face o
serted the needle into Sabrina's
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