Chloroformed Novels & Stories

Dwayne's POV Two weeks later .... Tuesday 7:00 am .... "So what did you find?" I asked my private investigator as I walked down the stairs. "I took samples of the products you gave me, I took it to a friend that owns a laboratory" he replied "Once of the ingredients listed there, cetrimonium chloride was found in it" "Rather we found traces of pure Concentrated chlorine particles " "Are you sure?!" "Alright , just keep digging and get back to me"

She asks curiously. He pauses for a second, and her eyes widen as he hesitates. "I did, technically," he finally says. "What was it?" She asks eagerly, leaning forward in her seat. She could mix it into the water and flush out any vampires on her land. "What seemed most effective was chlorine and copper mixed together, forming copper chloride. It was very volatile even in a lab, so it would have been impossible to use outside of one," he admits mournfully, "I could have sorted my problem out entirely, and nobody would have been hurt."

“What was in it?” His eyes met mine, cold and terrifying. “Chloroform.” My blood ran cold. He had just admitted to dousing a piece of cloth with chloroform which he’d used to pass me out—this, he’d done at a public beach without a single fear of getting caught—then brought me here, wherever here was, and had proceeded to handcuff me to a chair. Whatever his motives were, they couldn’t be good. Hell, they had to be downright dangerous, because if not, why had he thought it important to restrain me?

Her nose mouth was promptly covered with a small cloth and she began to scream. “Help me!” Her voice was loud but it was muffled. Aiden’s arms were around her holding her in place. Spots around her vision appeared and she felt nausea build up within her. Her limbs felt weak and though she tried to struggle, it was too late. Her eyes closed and she was gone. Aiden removed the cloth coated with a special substance. It was stronger than chloroform and nearly scentless - a special preparation formulated by their group. Though it didn’t work well on werewolves, it had a very potent effect on normal humans.

I woke up to a droning roar in my forehead. The second thing I became aware of was the coppery taste in my mouth. I remembered the taste, it was chloroform. This built up fear inside me ad this wasnt the first time I have this taste or subdued by chloroform before. The one time when I was kidnapped by my dad's business rival when I was a child.I shifted in panick on whatever or whoever I was. The leather beneath me scrunched.

I should have known that he was going to use the chloroform trick. I still tried fending him off, but he was stronger. After struggling to no avail, I felt the dizzy effect of the chloroform kick in as soon as I take a small breath. I felt my limbs go weak. The echo of his laughter was the last thing I heard before my world went blank.

I turned to him sharply, caught off guard by how bluntly he said it. The doctor’s entire demeanor changed. She straightened immediately, her expression turning serious. “Chloroform?” “It was only for a brief moment,” Blaze clarified, though his jaw clenched as if just saying the words irritated him. “But she lost consciousness.” The doctor frowned, flipping through her notes again. “How long was she unconscious?” “A few hours,” Blaze admitted, his grip on the armrest tightening. I swallowed hard, watching as the doctor’s brows knit together. “Well,” she started carefully, “chloroform exposure in short doses typically doesn’t have lasting effects on the mother or baby, but in pregnancy, we al

Caitlin glanced at the corpse and asked, "How did he die?" "Poisoning," Felix replied, handing her the autopsy report. "We found a neurotoxic substance called *tabun* in his system." Caitlin quickly read the report and understood. Tabun, or *dimethylamino-cyanophosphoryl fluoride*, is a highly toxic chemical agent. It's colorless, with a faint bitter almond odor, and it dissolves easily in water. It was commonly used as a chemical weapon during wartime and could easily contaminate water supplies.

Try to scream through their hand. But the hand is pressing something against my face. A cloth. It smells sweet and chemical. Chloroform? Are you serious? Who even uses chloroform anymore? What is this, a bad movie? I keep struggling, but my movements are getting slower. Weaker. My vision starts to blur. 'No, no, no,' I think. 'Not now. Not today. I've had enough drama for one day. I've hit my quota.' But my body isn't listening.

Before I can scream. His hand moves. Fast. Too fast. Something presses against my face. Over my mouth and nose. A cloth. Damp. Smelling of chemicals. I try to pull away. Try to fight. But his grip is iron. Unbreakable. "Shh," he murmurs. "This will be easier if you don't struggle." The world starts to blur. My legs go weak. Chloroform. Has to be. "No..." I try to say. But the word comes out muffled. Weak.