Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

In the grand bedroom of the Burke mansion, it took two days for Nichole to feel the full, agonizing grip of withdrawal. Her screams echoed through the room, and the chains binding her limbs rattled against the bed frame.

After what felt like an eternity of torment, Nichole cried out, "Please, I'm begging you! Save me... I know I messed up, I really do!"

Her pleas met only silence. Desperate, she screamed, "James! What did I ever do to you? What did you inject me with?"

James stood on the opposite side of the room, staring intently at a timer in his hand.

The first wave of agony lasted about three hours. During those three hours, Nichole swung from excitement to sheer madness. The process was torturous but not fatal.

Finally, she collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Dark circles marred her eyes. In less than a week, she'd been reduced to a frail shadow of herself, nothing more than skin and bones.

The first phase was over. James rose from the couch. He had a nutrient-rich drink prepared and poured it straight into Nichole's mouth.

"Cough cough-!" Nichole hacked violently, as if she was trying to eject her very soul.

James had been feeding her high-protein supplements to keep her alive, but the blended concoction was nothing short of pig slop.

Nichole had survived by the

Please, just let me go... I don't need to be Mrs. Burke. Just

but James'

her mouth. Nichole, now too weak to resist,

useful. Otherwise, your suffering would

were cold as he

His phone

attention. He walked out of the room,

Nichole's reactions

and condition. After

turned off his phone, his

in stone.

survive without the latest countermeasures, then

monitoring routine After a thorough check-up, the doctors reported, "Ms. Sophie,

for low blood sugar belongs

leave us now."