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 Phoebe, everything that was placed is valuable, even this glass

is faint,” the doctor shouted, signaling

to the doctor. A pulse? Faint breathing? What

not dead?

are nutrients to maintain basic bodily functions. Right now, the victim is in a comatose state but still shows vital signs,” the

out of control. “Save her,

she pleaded. She didn’t know who to beg

victim can only be positioned like this.

her,” Stella cried out to

numbly, slowly

that moment, I understood why my soul hadn’t vanished with my body. Because I hadn’t truly

was a long while hofore he said

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Save her.

ironic

forward, as if trying to

voice,

lift his gaze after confirming it was indeed me inside the glass