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.

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

still has a pulse, her breathing is faint,” the doctor shouted, signaling everyone to

A pulse? Faint breathing?

not dead?

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

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

she pleaded. She didn’t know who to beg to keep me alive.

killer is insane. The victim can only be positioned like

Stella cried out to them.

stood numbly, slowly closing my eyes.

understood why my soul hadn’t vanished with

and it was a long while hofore he said

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Save her.

ironic plea.

numbly moving forward, as if trying to confirm that the person displayed in the glass case was really me.

said in a hoarse, deep voice, sounding like he was searching for an outlet for

was shaking, looking down, unable to lift his gaze after confirming it was indeed me inside the glass