Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 237

“Try yelling one more time, I dare you.” I sneered, yanking Coraline’s hair and slamming her head against the cold concrete floor. “No one’s coming to save you here. Your mommy and daddy can’t hear your cries. Trust me, I’d ruin that pretty face of yours.”

Coraline was petrified, her voice trembling. “Have you lost your mind, Foebe Larson? If you hurt me. Mom and Dad will make you pay. Don’t think just because you married some lunatic…”

Her words were cut short by her own scream as my nail pierced her skin.

“Did you forget how you treated me back in high school, huh?” Memories of Foebe’s journal entries surged through me like a wave of boiling blood.

For some reason, I felt a raging, uncontrollable sensation bubbling inside me. It felt like a hypoglycemic attack, but was it really just low blood sugar? Or was it more like an adrenaline rush, a surge of excitement?

Startled by my thoughts, I swallowed hard, pulling Coraline to her feet. “I remember you had people beat me up, stripped me down, forced me to drink toilet water, didn’t you?”

As I recollected the incidents Foebe had penned in her journal, I could feel my blood boiling, like something long suppressed was clawing its way out.

Coraline looked at me in horror. “Is madness contagious? You’ve gone insane, Foebe. You can’t threaten me like this…”

I silenced her with a slap, her hair in my grasp. When she tried to speak again, I delivered another slap, until she was too scared to make a sound.

Sea City Hospital. Don’t forget to visit her, because, well, you might not

family were traffickers, then

act.

ready to throw these monsters in jail. They had shattered so

for you, I’ll make sure you get your fifteen minutes of fame real soon.” I declared, rising to my feet. I took

was going to use Foebe’s body, it was only right to seek vengeance for her, wasn’t

why I woke up in her body, given her conscience, it was

No mercy.

to do?” Coraline continued

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my ears drove me mad, my actions becoming erratic.

bound with rope, hanging from the warehouse rafters, her cries of terror echoing my ears as

had I managed to hoist her up there? It was only when I saw the table and the barrels

scared out of her wits. Her skirt was