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.

psycho… he removed her fingernails and embedded crystals, her earrings too, crystals… Everything on Phoebe, everything that was placed is valuable, even this

is faint,” the doctor shouted,

shock to the doctor. A pulse? Faint breathing?

not dead?

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

control. “Save her, please. Robin, save her! Doctor… I

as she pleaded. She didn’t know who to beg

insane. The victim can only be positioned like

Stella cried out to them.

slowly closing

understood why my soul hadn’t vanished with

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

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Save her.

ironic plea.

face was ghostly pale, his legs numbly moving forward, as if trying to confirm

said in a hoarse, deep voice, sounding like

gaze after confirming it was indeed me inside