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Chapter 43 Tampering The Wine
The cold water streamed over Cecilia as she stood under the shower, desperately trying to wash away the searing heat that had overtaken her body. Her fingers scratched at her arms with reckless urgency, but the torment wouldn’t subside. She was trapped in her own actions, the drug she’d slipped into the wine beginning to take effect. The memories of Nathaniel’s harsh words, the bitter taste of his rejection, swirled in her mind as she stood there, trembling. Filthy—the word echoed again and again, a cruel reminder of how little she mattered to him, no matter what she did. When the phone rang urgently in the living room, Cecilia couldn’t hear it, lost in her own chaotic thoughts and desperate attempts to regain control over herself. After what felt like an eternity, the door to the bathroom suddenly burst open.
A tall, imposing figure in a black uniform entered, his presence commanding and firm. His face was stern, his eyes locked onto Cecilia’s disheveled form as she stood beneath the cold water, trying to steady her breath. He stepped forward with purpose, his movements calculated and deliberate, as if he had come here with one specific intention: to stop her from spiraling further. The man’s presence seemed to cut through the haze of the drug’s effects, though Cecilia was still in a haze, her body trembling from the drug’s lingering impact. She didn’t know who this man was, but his forceful presence made her instinctively step back, wiping her face with trembling hands.
His gaze softened just a fraction as he took in her state, noticing the bloodstains on her arms from her frantic scratching. “Enough,” he said firmly, his voice low and authoritative. “You need to calm down.”
Cecilia, still disoriented, barely processed his words. She shook her head, her chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to regain some semblance of control. But her body felt foreign, her senses dulled by the drug. She didn’t trust herself right now. She didn’t trust anyone, not even the man who had just barged in.
“I can’t,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice shaky. “I can’t deal with this anymore.”
