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pounding in my chest. He's truly going through with this. He's going to drug me, force m

reaches for my arm and I struggle to pull away, my body trembling in fear

ol touch of the alcohol swab against my skin sends a shiver down my spine. "This wo

frantic as I struggle against Dr Ryd

first, and then all at once. My vision blurs, my limbs feel heavy and my thoughts begin to fade, slipping thro

liant, pliable. It feels as if my body is no longer my own, a

out of place. He turns to Vincent, who stands there, impassive, watching me with unreada

determination. "Wait outside," he orders, a

my skin, my mind tangled and scattered. Thoughts refuse t

er to the bed, sitting down beside me. His presence is suffocating, the weight of his gaze making me feel even more fragile

s open. The pen feels foreign in my hand, but it'

Rose." His voice is soft, coaxing, but there's something ruthless in it. He knows I'm too drugged to fight back. He presses my h

g out before I can stop them. Even in this haze, even

neath the ice of his resolve. He continues to guide my hand, his voice almost tender, but it doesn't

low and uneven. I close my eyes, the darkness

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member; everything is a haze, like fog swirling around me, suffocating me. But then, the pieces fall together. He drug

how I'm still standing, but the terror driving me is stronger than the drug still pulsing in my veins. I make it down to the livin

s. His eyes flick to the woman standing next to him. Maria. A thick blonde woman, radiant in a wedding dress, her smile flawless, as if she's won some prize she never had to

me. He married another woman because I was infertile. My mind refuses

on't come. All I can do is stand there, my whole body trembling,

oppable. He doesn't move, doesn't react, as he turns back to Maria, who stands beside him, uncomfortable but still s