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.

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

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

in shock to the doctor. A pulse?

I not

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

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

she pleaded. She didn’t know who to beg

be positioned like this. If moved…” the

please save her,” Stella cried out to

numbly, slowly closing

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

was a long while hofore he said those

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Save her.

ironic plea.

trying to confirm that the person displayed in the glass case was

him,” Dexter said in a hoarse, deep voice, sounding

gaze after confirming it was indeed me inside the glass