Shirley had said, “Eveline, let me ask you a question. What’s the most terrifying and mortifying experience that you’re most reluctant to relive in your life?”

Madeline knew better than anyone the experience she was most reluctant to recall. It was the time when she had been in so much pain that she had wanted to die. To her, it had been a time of misery. A living hell.

Madeline then suddenly realized what might happen when the poison reached the final stage that Shirley mentioned.

‘No.

‘Don’t jump to conclusions.’

Madeline’s mind wondered, then she gently shook her head, collecting her thoughts.

Her heart was racing. Once her breathing difficulties had alleviated, she hailed a car by the roadside, considering returning to the hospital.

After getting into the car, however, Madeline’s imagination ran wild against her volition again.

Initially, she had been unafraid of the physical pain and torment. She had thought she could endure them because the pain she had experienced prev