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.

crystals, her earrings too, crystals… Everything on Phoebe, everything that was placed is valuable, even

still has a pulse, her breathing is faint,” the doctor shouted, signaling everyone to be careful with me.

to the doctor. A pulse? Faint breathing? What does

not

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

out of control. “Save her, please. Robin, save her! Doctor… I beg you,

her body trembling as she pleaded. She didn’t

victim can only be positioned like

save her,” Stella cried

numbly, slowly closing

my soul hadn’t vanished with my body. Because I hadn’t truly

her “novtor stood still and it was a long while hofore he said

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Save her.

an ironic plea.

to

deep voice, sounding like he was searching

his gaze after confirming it was