Chloroformed Novels & Stories

‘You put the kettle on if you’d like, I’ve got to grab something. I stepped into the bedroom and got the bottle of chloroform out. I didn’t care if she was ready or not. I wanted her now, helplessly drugged, for me to do with as I pleased. I found a tiny hand towel and folded it into a square, then I drenched the cloth in chloroform and silently I walked back to the kitchen. Hopefully she was so entranced by the kettle that she didn’t hear me coming and I could just surprise her from behind.

the one Jacob had sent packing. He found me! He didn’t say a word. Another masked guy held my legs down as the first one pressed a thick chemical-soaked cloth over the hand that was already suffocating me. The smell was sickly sweet and brutal. Chloroform? Some other nasty cocktail designed to put down a rhino? I held my breath, bucking and fighting with everything I had. But it was no use. There were too many of them. My lungs burned, screaming for air and black spots danced at the edges of my vision.

I tried to scream for help as I saw a man in his fifties walking towards us but I immediately felt a cloth cover my nose instantly smelling a strong odor. Chloroform….. I tried my best to get out of his hold but no matter how much I tried to break free, I continued to fail because I became weak. Soon after, I stopped fighting them and my eyes because I became weak and I was no longer in control of my body. **********

I tried to turn around, but another blow landed on my temple, sending me crashing to the ground. “Stop.” I choked out just as a wet cloth was pressed against my nose and mouth, suffocating me with a sickly-sweet smell. I struggled against its effect, but it was too late. Tears leak from the sides of my eyes as I wondered if anyone saw this and was going to help me. The chloroform took effect, numbing my senses and dragging me into darkness. I vaguely heard a voice say. “Got her. Let’s go!”

They used freaking chloroform. Neo knew it was easy to make. Just the right mix of bleach and acetone. You didn’t even have to go to the dark web for the ratio. A quick G****e search and he had several YouTube videos on it. There was even something from PBS, but he didn’t click on it. That search probably should have been done in private mode. Too late now. It was there for the world to see. If anyone did a good search, they would see that it was done after she was taken and had arrived at the hospital.

his voice trembled, weak—too weak. Cassandra crouched down, trying to get a better look at his face. But before she could say another word, something tightened around her neck. Her hands flew up instinctively, clawing at the rough grip crushing her throat from behind. A sharp, pungent scent filled her nostrils. Chloroform. Her vision swayed. "Aghh...!" She struggled, thrashing with all her might, but her strength was slipping fast. A low chuckle ghosted against her ear.

On the other hand, In a very small and dark room which is the size of a small pantry, Sierra slowly came back to her senses. "Hmmm" she groaned and held her aching head with both her hands. She is lying on the cold tiled floor. The floor is hard and cold. Her eyes opened to find the darkness around her. It's so dark, that she could barely see a thing. She panicked and sat up immediately, but her head protested. This is the side effect of the chloroform which was sprayed on her. "Ahh.." she whimpered and winced at the intensity of the pain.

I’m a mere few feet from the window raising my fist, ready to smash it when I’m dragged back by the hair, making me cry out – a cry that is muffled instantly when a cloth is smacked over my mouth and nose. A smell I recognise. Chloroform… Damn… I try not to breathe it in as I struggle, but I’m not strong enough to fight, and my body is forced to give in, gasping for air and inhaling it. Fuck… That’s the last thing I remember before falling unconscious…

The man roars in pain, his grip loosening just enough for me to twist free— But before I can reach my son, another hand clamps over my mouth. A sickly sweet scent fills my nostrils. No. Chloroform. Panic surges through me as I jerk my head, trying to hold my breath. But it’s useless. The chemicals burn my nose, my lungs betraying me as they inhale involuntarily. My limbs grow sluggish. My strength seeps away, my thrashing turning weak and uncoordinated. My son’s sobs reach my ears, muffled and distant, his tiny hands reaching for me.

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