dead weight, sobbing and hyperventilating as they dragged her out of the

od stained the pri

multi-tiered metal medical box. He sl

y. She guided her son behind the large leather sofa, shielding his

in front of the coffee table. She popp

la through her tears, her eyes burning with pure hatred. "Don

eyes scanned the rows

on medical alcohol, and right next to it, a bottle of h

to face Blair, her expression twisted

to hear. "If I don't disinfect this thoroughly right now, you'll get sepsis.

low. Blair's cursing stopped instantly. P

ily was tied to her beauty and her ability to mar

rile cotton ball and soaked it heavily in the alcohol, then

e cotton. He opened his mouth to say something, bu

out, grabbing Blair's shoulder and pinn

ipping cotton ball and slammed it directly i

l and chemicals bit straight

y off the sofa like she had been struck by lightning

ou're killing me!" B

e. "Hold still, Blair! Disinfecting always

arder, grinding the rough cotton ball deep

down Blair's neck. Blair's eyes rolled back in

wide with manufactured panic. "Hold her still! The doctor said any sudden movement during deep sterilization could cause permanent nerve damage! Do you want her face ruined forever because you let go?!" The g

om turned their faces away, their s

ng inferno of rage in Arla's che

ll onto the table and picked up

rrified eyes. She shook her head frantically, tea

bringing her lips right next to Blair's ea

innocent act. It was c

ight again," Arla whispered, "the intruder's kni

e pure, unfiltered murder in Arla's eyes. A freezing chill sh

one this o