Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 48

It was a visceral reaction to the utmost sorrow and fear, not because the scene was

particularly grotesque.

In the dim cellar, there stood a life–sized glass case, illuminated from beneath, reminiscent of an artifact on display in a museum.

Within the glass, the sight was chilling: myself, hung with countless IV bags like a marionette. eyes gouged out and covered with a crimson blindfold.

My skin was pale and bloodless, and I wore only a scarlet slip dress with my feet nailed to the display stand.

The police and paramedics gingerly lifted the glass cover, and everyone gasped at the sight of

1. me.

For a moment, my body seemed like a macabre work of art, exhibited there.

Dexter stood frozen, his gaze jumping erratically, eyes brimming with horror and confusion.

I didn’t know what was going through his mind. Even I couldn’t bear to look any longer.

her fingernails and embedded crystals, her earrings too, crystals… Everything on

still has a pulse, her breathing is faint,” the

turned in shock to the doctor. A pulse? Faint breathing? What does that

I not dead?

a large amount of drugs. These are nutrients to maintain basic bodily functions. Right now, the victim is in a comatose state but still

to the ground, her emotions raw and spiraling out of control. “Save her, please. Robin, save her!

pleaded. She didn’t know

insane. The victim can only be positioned like this. If moved…” the doctor

her,” Stella cried

numbly, slowly closing

understood why my soul hadn’t vanished with my body.

and it was a long while hofore he said

Chapter 48

Save her.

an ironic

as if trying to confirm that the person displayed in the glass case was really me.

kill him,” Dexter said in a hoarse, deep voice, sounding like he was searching for an outlet for his wrath.

gaze after confirming it was indeed me inside the glass