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Spiked for Revenge: Bull Heat in a Bottle Chapter 8
Two weeks later, wind and rain howled outside on a stormy night.I was in my study, working through some documents, when a violent pounding suddenly came from downstairs. Right after that was the sound of shattering glass.I hurried to pull up the security feed. Roman and Susan had broken in.He had only just been discharged from the hospital. Though weak, he was wielding a gleaming boning knife. His eyes screamed madness and despair. His mother followed closely behind, gripping an iron rod.They had reached the end of the road. Their reputations were ruined, their money gone, and his body permanently damaged. It was no surprise that they blamed everything on me and tried to drag me down with them."Come out, you bitch! I'm going to kill you today!" Roman roared hoarsely, staggering up the stairs on a limp.I stood by the railing on the second floor, looking down at them. I held a cup of hot tea, my expression calm and detached."You finally made it," I said softly.The moment
Spiked for Revenge: Bull Heat in a Bottle Chapter 7
Within five minutes, the platform took down the livestream. However, that was enough time for people to spread the footage across the whole internet.When the ambulance finally arrived, the scene was chaotic.According to neighbors, it took four male paramedics and two police officers just to hold down the raging Roman. They carried him out on a stretcher.He was naked, still making uncontrollable gestures at the air, shouting, "Give it to me!"Onlookers whipped out their phones, flashes going off like a red carpet event. Roman had officially gone viral. In the most humiliating, cringe-inducing way imaginable, he dominated the internet that night.Within an hour, keywords like "Million-Follower Influencer Gone Wild", "Roman Beast Mode", and "The Lore of the Elite Caregiver's Theft".The clip spread endlessly. The footage of the usually polished inspirational heartthrob tearing his clothes, biting furniture, and even lashing out at his mother became the internet's biggest joke.
Spiked for Revenge: Bull Heat in a Bottle Chapter 6
Roman needed release—desperate, uncontrollable release.His eyes darted around the room and finally landed on the squat rack in the corner. It was nothing less than cold, hard metal, but to him, it might as well have been the most alluring companion in the world.He lunged at it, gripping the thick post and grinding against it with wild energy. His movements were far from decent, and it didn't help that he started moaning and gasping.The scene was both absurd and disturbing. It was like a beast wearing human skin, shedding the last traces of reason in full view.The viewer count in the livestream skyrocketed, shooting straight to the top of the local charts. Tens of thousands were watching this chaotic spectacle. The comments scrolled so fast they were a blur, filled with question marks and exclamation points.At the same time, Susan staggered to her feet, clutching her bleeding forehead. She froze in sheer terror at what she saw."Roman, what on earth are you doing? You're on l
Spiked for Revenge: Bull Heat in a Bottle Chapter 5
The next night, at 8:00 pm sharp, I tuned into Roman the Stalwart's livestream. The title was even more hyped. "Two-Million-Dollar Vintage Wine Challenge! Showdown of What Real Fine Wine Is!"There were twice as many viewers as last time, the comments flying by in a blur.On camera, Roman was shirtless as usual, his oiled muscles glinting under the lights. Right in front of him sat the red wine bottle, the one I had laced, placed like some sacred relic.Susan sat beside him, grinning from ear to ear. "Everyone, this is the real deal!"Roman tapped the wine bottle, making a crisp, satisfying sound. "My mom has been lying low in that stupid rich woman's house and spent ages sneaking this out! I heard it's a 1945 Romanee-Conti, the only bottle in the world!"The chat exploded instantly. Amid thousands of cheering messages, he popped the cork. The rich, slightly metallic sweetness filled the room.He took a deep breath, his face melting into bliss. "Insane. This smells freaking ins
Spiked for Revenge: Bull Heat in a Bottle Chapter 4
Ryan was efficient and fast. That very afternoon, I had the package in hand. There was no label, just a clear sealed bag filled with pale pink powder."They call it Eros Flame on the black market," he said while handing it to me, his expression complicated. "Even licensed vets wouldn't dare use it casually. It's for breeding bulls with no libido, essentially."It acts directly on the central nervous system, shuts down reason, and blows primal desire completely out of control. A few grams is enough to keep a thousand-pound bull in heat for three days."I took the package and smiled. "Thanks."When I got home, I poured the entire packet into a bottle of Romanee-Conti. The powder dissolved the instant it touched the wine. The dark red liquid thickened, almost crimson, like molten lava starting to boil.A strange, sweet, metallic scent spread through the air. It was sharp and invasive. Just a whiff, and one could feel their skin crawling and their heart pounding.I gently swirled the
Spiked for Revenge: Bull Heat in a Bottle Chapter 3
To acquire solid evidence and see Susan and Roman's cruelty for what it really was, I installed hidden cameras in Dad's bedroom, the living room, and even the kitchen—4k resolution, crystal-clear audio.The next day at work, I sat in my large office chair and opened the surveillance feed on my phone.On the screen, Susan was carrying a bowl into Dad's room. That was the kingroot soup I had specifically told her to prepare that morning.She walked to the bedside and glanced at Dad, the caring mask she wore in front of me long gone. In its place was a look of pure disgust and malice that made my stomach turn."You old thing. All you ever do is sleep!" she grumbled, pouring the kingroot soup into an insulated bottle she carried with her. I immediately recognized that it was the same bottle she used for Roman, the one I had seen on the livestream.Then, she pulled a bottle of sleeping pills from her pocket, shook out two, crushed them, and mixed the powder into a bowl of pitifully wat
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