Act 2 - A Bold Move
“That weakling!” Nessa spat at Clover before her violent coughing echoed in her bedroom, which we had nearly stripped bare before confining her after the incident at the mine. Clusters of angry red blisters dotted her body and the ones on her neck where I had pierced her with anthrax. The blisters on her neck looked the most repulsive and had begun to turn black. Her lips were dry and turning white while chills rock her body every few minutes. I had to give it to her for holding out for so long and not betraying my uncle even as her life hung on the line. By the looks of it, if she remained stubborn for another day or two, she probably wouldn’t make it. “You’re not fit to see Ms. Smith, Nessa,” Clover taunted as she straddled t
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