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The cold light of the surgical table pierced my eyes like a sharp sword, as if it were trying to penetrate my soul and drag me into an endless abyss. The acrid smell of disinfectant mingled with the scent of blood in my nostrils, creating an indescribable stench that nearly suffocated me. The clattering of metal instruments sounded like a dull knife scraping against my eardrum, each impact tightening my nerves to their breaking point.
Lin Shen gripped my ankle with surprising strength, his fingers trembling slightly from the exertion. As the nurse inserted the needle into my arm, blood splattered out like a demon's kiss, staining the cuff of his tailored suit and blooming into a dark red flower against the pristine white fabric, strikingly vivid.
"Just bear with it; it will be over soon," he said coldly, wiping away the bloodstain with a gentle swipe of his finger. Then he turned to the doctor and made a slashing gesture across his throat, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. "Handled cleanly."
I screamed and arched my body as a twisting pain gripped my abdomen, like a power drill frantically churning through my insides. The agony threatened to drive me insane. Amidst the buzzing of machines, a plastic tube suddenly emitted a sharp sucking sound as thick plasma surged through its transparent walls into a glass jar. The moment Lin Shen released his grip, I felt as if I had lost all support and rolled off the surgical table, knocking over the instrument tray. A surgical clamp cruelly pierced my palm, yet I felt no pain at all, as if my body had become utterly numb.
The rain poured down like a torrent, striking my face like ice picks. I curled up behind a trash bin at the alley's mouth, shivering uncontrollably. Blood trickled down the inside of my thigh, mingling with the rainwater and creating winding red trails in the puddles—a scene that was horrifyingly reminiscent of hell. My phone vibrated in my soaked pocket; trembling, I pulled it out to see Lin Shen's hotel location flashing in glaring red—Grand Hyatt 1808—along with a photo of his handwritten room key.
Dragging my exhausted body into the elevator, I caught sight of my ghostly reflection in the mirrored walls—pale and hollow-eyed. I stared at the floor numbers lighting up one by one while my nail unconsciously dug into the scabbed skin of my palm, yet I felt no pain. The carpet in the hallway seemed to absorb the smell of blood; each step left me gasping for air. The door to room 1808 was ajar, and I could hear a woman's giggle mixed with Lin Shen's low, husky breaths—a sound that pierced through my heart like a blade.
"Does that fool really believe the child died in an accident?" Lin Shen's voice dripped with lustful greed as the sound of his belt buckle clinking echoed like a sharp slap. "Once that old man kicks the bucket, her inheritance... Hmph, it will all be mine."
Unable to bear it any longer, I burst through the door to find Lin Shen pinning his secretary against the floor-to-ceiling window. Moonlight spilled over their entwined bodies; he still bore the marks of my bite from last night on his neck—those marks stood out like a demon's brand. The secretary screamed as she yanked at the curtains, trying to cover their disgraceful act. But Lin Shen grabbed an ashtray and hurled it at me; its crystal edges grazed my forehead as warm blood trickled down to my lips—the taste was nauseating.
He stepped on the back of my hand with forceful pressure while grinding it down; his Italian sole slipped on my blood across the tiles. "I originally wanted you to die with some dignity," he said, yanking my hair and dragging me toward the safe. As he turned the combination lock, a thick stack of documents popped out: consent forms for medical malpractice, mental evaluation reports, and a video recording of my father's last wishes regarding stock transfers—did he really think I would touch something so filthy?
My eyes widened as I stared at those documents; an overwhelming wave of anger and despair surged within me. Just then, a picture frame slid out from the bottom layer of the safe. In it was a photo of my mother holding me in a princess dress, her radiant smile set against the backdrop of wisteria in our family courtyard—a flash of lightning cutting through my dark world.
Lin Shen's expression changed dramatically as he raised his foot to crush the frame. Quick as lightning, I bit down on his ankle; warm blood flooded into my mouth instantly. "Bitch!" he roared as he grabbed a red empty bottle and swung it toward the back of my neck. The sound of shattering glass echoed just before darkness enveloped me as I tumbled beneath the desk.
I groped around until I found a fallen pen; without hesitation, I plunged its tip into his calf, eliciting a howl like that of a beast.
The secretary trembled as she held her phone for video recording; her camera shook over Lin Shen's contorted face and shards of glass stained with blood scattered across the floor. Seizing this opportunity, I crashed through the floor-to-ceiling window and tumbled onto the fire escape. The torrential rain made the steel frame slippery; I could barely keep my footing. The stock transfer documents in my arms swelled from soaking in bloodwater, yet I clung to them tightly. Lin Shen's curses mixed with police sirens echoed from below as an unprecedented sense of liberation washed over me.
As I clung to the edge of the rooftop, my fingers brushed against a hard object in my pocket—it was the shard of glass I had secretly stashed away during the surgery. The sharp edge cut into my fingertip, sending a jolt of pain that snapped me back to reality. I gazed down at the city below, its lights twinkling like stars in the night, and an inexplicable courage surged within me. Perhaps this was my last chance to escape this world filled with despair and suffering. I took a deep breath, ready to embrace the unknown fate that awaited me.
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