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.

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

pulse, her breathing is faint,” the doctor shouted, signaling everyone to be

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

not

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

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

pleaded. She didn’t know who to beg

only be positioned like

please save her,” Stella cried out to them.

stood numbly, slowly closing

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

long while hofore he said those two words

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Save her.

an ironic plea.

pale, his legs numbly moving forward, as if trying to confirm that the person displayed in the glass case

kill him,” Dexter said in a hoarse, deep voice, sounding like he was searching

was shaking, looking down, unable to lift his gaze after confirming it was