Master of Lust

Chapter - 117

The elderly woman lay still, her once-closed eyes snapping open with a suddenness that belied her age. Despite the shock, an eerie silence enveloped the room, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock. Evelina, momentarily taken aback, felt a chill crawling up her spine as she observed her grandmother, whose gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, unyielding and unblinking.

As Evelina hesitated, but took a step towards her grandmother, a palpable transformation swept over the elderly woman. The whites of her eyes expanded, pupils constricting to pinpricks, creating an unsettling contrast against the murky depths of her gaze. In a macabre turn of events, the old lady's eyes rolled back, revealing an otherworldly purplish hue that seemed to defy the natural order.

A surge of panic seized Evelina. With a mixture of fear and urgency, she called out to her grandmother, the words laced with genuine concern that echoed in the hushed room.

"Grandmother!"

Evelina took a tentative step forward, her initial shock giving way to a determination to understand and help. However, before she could reach her grandmother's side, the elderly woman's body contorted with a disturbing grace, arching like a bridge. Groans of agony escaped the old woman's lips, each sound a visceral manifestation of the mysterious forces at play.

She writhed in anguish, as if her very being was caught in a cosmic struggle, leaving Evelina paralyzed with a mixture of horror and helplessness.

The sudden turn of events brought a flurry of activity as doctors and nursing staff rushed into the room. They attempted to approach the old lady, but her violent fit proved too overwhelming. She threw her arms around, resisting any attempts to restrain her, and the room filled with the sounds of her anguish.

The doctors, faces etched with concern, struggled to control the old lady's convulsions. Despite their best efforts, her body continued to writhe in pain. The atmosphere in the room shifted from relief to one of tension and despair.

A surreal transformation gripped the room as a purplish mucus, began to ooze from the pores of the old lady's body. It flowed like an ominous river, covering her face and neck in an unsettling hue. The once-familiar contours of her clothes absorbed the same disconcerting shade, creating a nightmarish tableau. It was without a doubt a disgusting sight.

Evelina, paralyzed by the grotesque unfolding, stood rooted to the spot. Her eyes widened with a mixture of disbelief and horror as the gravity of the situation sunk in. The thought of believing Rick already beginning to haunt her.

Rick, who had been an silently observing from the sight, felt a knot tighten in the pit of his stomach. The unforeseen consequences left him grappling with a disconcerting silence. The inner turmoil of indecision churned within him, contemplating whether to discreetly slip away from the unfolding nightmare or confront the disturbing aftermath of their misguided actions.

Seventeen, ever unmoved by emotions, observed the chaos with his usual stoic demeanor, a silent witness to the unfolding tragedy.

The nursing staff and doctors, despite their expertise, were left powerless in the face of the old lady's violent reaction. The room became a battleground between medical professionals and the uncontrollable spasms that seized the elderly woman.

Evelina, snapping out of her initial shock, attempted to approach her grandmother once more, her voice trembling with desperation. "Somebody, do something! Help her!"

But the doctors were already trying their best. Soon, the air was thick with the stench of despair as the purplish mucus continued to ooze from the old lady's body, staining everything it touched.

The tumult within the room reached its tragic climax as the old lady's convulsions abruptly ceased, leaving her limp form to slump onto the bed. The once-chaotic struggle yielded to an unsettling stillness, transforming the atmosphere into an eerie and heavy silence.

A couple of machines, their screens displaying vital signs in fluctuating patterns, emitted a deep, loud, and continuous beeping. The ominous sound pierced through the stagnant air, serving as a haunting reminder of the abrupt cessation of the violent fit that had ensnared the elderly woman just moments before.

Evelina, grappling with a mixture of shock and overwhelming emotions, attempted to steady herself by reaching for the bed. However, her strength betrayed her, and she crumpled to the floor. Tears welled in her eyes, mirroring the cascade of emotions that surged within her. The harsh reality of the situation crashed over her like an unforgiving tidal wave.

The worst nightmare she could have envisioned had unfurled before her eyes, leaving her in the devastating aftermath.

She had fought through deception, betrayal, and encounters that defied the bounds of imagination—all undertaken with the singular purpose of finding a cure for her grandmother. However, in a cruel twist of fate, the culmination of her efforts became a harrowing spectacle as she stood witness to her grandmother's painful death.

Meanwhile, Rick, caught in the throes of confusion couldn't comprehend what had gone wrong. The pill, meticulously concocted by the enigmatic rabbit and requisitioned through the seemingly infallible system, was intended to be foolproof. The system, a paragon of reliability, had never faltered before, and the rabbit, with its undeniable cuteness, seemed beyond doubt.

'Methanol?' A revelation struck Rick with the force of a sudden epiphany, 'It has to be it. It was too much.'

On the other hand, Jack's countenance bore the marks of a conflicting storm, a tapestry woven with threads of both a tentative smile and underlying sorrow. His face became a battleground for an internal conflict that played out in subtle nuances, each expression wrestling with the complexities of the moment. The desire to smile, warred with an inherent hesitancy to openly display any emotion.

In stark contrast, Martin's features wore a surreal shock, as if the day he had long dreamt of had materialized before his disbelieving eyes. The culmination of years of anticipation and yearning had thrust itself upon him in an unexpected twist of fate.

The opportunity to claim his rightful place now lay before him, an unforeseen turn of events that left him suspended in a state of profound disbelief.

Michelle and Martin's wife stood shoulder to shoulder, their hands tightly clasped in a gesture that betrayed a gleeful alliance. A shared secret agenda had woven a thread between them, evident in the unapologetically joyous smiles that stretched from ear to ear.

In stark contrast, Geoffrey lingered in the periphery, an isolated figure in the room. His gaze remained fixed on the motionless form of the old lady, offering no insight into the maelstrom of thoughts that might be churning within his mind. His face, an inscrutable mask, revealed no emotion, leaving onlookers to wonder about the enigma of his intentions.

He watched as the doctors, in a desperate race against time, engaged in vigorous attempts to revive her, their movements synchronized as they jumped up and down on her chest.

As the relentless march of time continued its unyielding pace, a palpable sense of inevitability settled in the room. The doctors, their faces etched with tension and apologies, reluctantly conceded defeat in their desperate attempts to revive the old lady. A collective resignation settled over the medical team.

With hesitant movements, the doctors slowly retreated from the bedside of the now lifeless matriarch. Each of them hoping that someone else would step forward to bear the burden of delivering the bad news.

Finally, as a heavy silence enveloped the room, one doctor mustered the courage to break the news.

"With a heavy heart, I will have to say that the old matriarch is no more. She passed away at 10:47 AM in the morning."

The doctor's words hung in the air, a solemn proclamation that shattered the fragile silence and sent ripples through the room. The absolute stillness that followed gripped every person present, each grappling with their own cascade of emotions in the wake of the devastating revelation.

Evelina, her tear-filled eyes now ablaze with a fierce anger, slowly lifted her gaze from the floor. In that charged moment, her eyes found Rick, and with a sudden and unexpected burst of energy, she moved swifter than anyone had anticipated. Her movement eclipsed even the memory of Martin's earlier attempt to confront Rick.

Without a moment's hesitation, Evelina's hand shot out, seizing Rick by the neck with a visceral intensity. Her expression, once a canvas of grief, was now contorted with a seething hatred.

"It is all because of you," Evelina accused, her words cutting through the tense silence like a blade.

Rick, acutely aware of the intensity of Evelina's anger, possessed the physical capability to evade her grip, maybe even mount a counter-attack. Yet, as he met her tear-filled eyes and witnessed the storm of turmoil etched across her face, a decision ripened within him. Instead of resisting, he chose to remain still, allowing her to unleash the torrent of emotions that had been building within her.

"I will give you 10 minutes," Rick said with a heavy sigh, his voice carrying the weight of resignation. "Curse me, hit me. Do whatever you want. But after that, I won't be this kind."

The atmosphere in the room tightened as Rick's words lingered, setting a countdown to an impending confrontation. Evelina, still tightly gripping Rick's neck, appeared torn.

"Ummm... Why does it smell so much?"

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