Combat Pass Bleach Novels & Stories

“…you and that sick mother of yours will know what it’s like to be buried six feet in the ground, alive.” Bloom shakes her head, more tears pouring down her face. “No…no…no,” she cries. “I can’t,” “Then I suppose yours and your mother’s death will be on your hands.” Bloom’s cries get louder, and she crawls to the woman’s leg. “Please, spare me, spare my mother! I beg you! I don’t want to die!” The woman snatches the bottle from the table and shoves it into Bloom’s palm. “You’ll only need a small drop each day. He’ll weaken over time. No one will suspect you. And by the time it’s over, they’ll think it’s an illness.”