g she noticed

sterile, it burned her nasal cavity and

ought her here, saying it was a top-tier private clinic that could "repair scars." She looked down at her arm-

day. Back to before he

enly opene

ove. It was a surgical light. To her left, a stainless steel

ere bound. The leather

the opera

walked towards her, holding

chest. A cold, numbing fear gripped her. The room.

y. The day her

's

as re

's fallen body, the cold glass of the coffin-exploded in her mind

she must sa

don't be

, sweet, sinister voice

a light blue nurse's uniform, a kind smile on her face. T

blood splattered on the marble floor-flashed through her mind. Th

syringe. "You can administer the

aced with something that would wear off halfway through the surger

perating light. "It'll be over soon," she said soft

breathing shallow and rapid. She recalled the i

ctly. "I'm so scared. Please. Can you untie one

uest. The kind of requ

and vulnerability. To savor the moment more fully, to feel Chloe's des

to untie the leather strap on Chloe's right

into the vein in Chloe's left arm. "Hold on ti

needle was only an in

the syringe slipping from her hand and rolling to the floor. Chloe didn't stop. Her left hand was still bound, but with her right ha

vered his face, and

slammed it against the restraints on her left wrist. The

linoleum floor. She picked up the syringe that had roll

ce, huddled in the corner trembling like a leaf. "Drag her onto

he was told, dragging the unconscious, hea

st friend with leather restraints and tigh

picked up

unconscious face. It was the face o

serted the needle into Sabrina's