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.

crystals, her earrings too, crystals… Everything on Phoebe, everything

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

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

I not dead?

the victim with a large amount of drugs. These are nutrients to maintain basic bodily functions.

of control. “Save her,

She didn’t know who to

be positioned like this. If moved…” the doctor sighed.

please save her,” Stella

numbly, slowly closing my eyes.

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

long while

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Save her.

ironic

trying to confirm that the person displayed in the glass case was really me.

deep voice, sounding like he was searching for

gaze after confirming it was indeed me inside the glass