Familiar Taste Of Poison Song 소설 & 이야기

Like a panther, slithering through the darkness, only to appear when you least expect him. Two drops of something sharp, cold, and metallic landed on my tongue. Blood, I could tell, but not just any blood. It had a citrusy tang that my taste buds greedily absorbed. "Swallow." He murmured, and I simply obeyed him, curling my tongue inward, aware that it could be poison for all I knew. But I was rewarded with the brush of lips across my forehead, a whisper of warmth amidst the cold darkness, at my trusting obedience...

She felt stupid to believe their lies but now it was too late. Her insides were already burning as she drank some acid. She knew she was dying and she could not do anything as the poison was too strong. "W h o a... w h o a... I t... i s... j u s t.. s o m e... s o u p. Y o u ... l i k e... t h i s.... s t u p i d... s o u p... m o r e... t h a n... m e... h u h?

Her laughter slices through the air, high and shrill and wrong. She laughs, a hollow, humorless sound that slithers through the night like a serpent. "Look at you... So pathetic... just like your Aunt Rachel." Her voice drips with disgust, each word slicing through the fragile remnants of my sanity. "I will end the two biggest problems of my life tonight and start anew tomorrow. I won’t have to struggle anymore. But for that, you would have to sacrifice just a little, Jimmy. For your mother..." She leans in closer, her breath reeking of alcohol and something far fouler, something rotting, something dead. My stomach churns, but the hatred burning in my chest is stronger.

He came back out and called for a maid. "Where is my wife?" The maid shivered under his cold gaze. She lowered her head not able to utter a word. He had asked them to make sure all of the other rooms were locked and his wife had no access to any of them except his bedroom but who knew... who knew his wife was a crazy woman. She poisoned all of them and told them they'll all die in thirty minutes if they don't provide the keys and take the antidote. She sounded serious and the sudden sting they felt in their intestines made them realize she was hell, not joking. No one even knew how she spreaded the poison to them. They just started to feel really weak and a stinging pain inside their stomach

" Just as I finished speaking, we heard footsteps. Jessy burst into the room, eyes wide as she saw the mess. She rushed toward Wayne, trying to help him up. "Wayne! Are you okay? Did that vicious woman hurt you?" Wayne swung with all his might, slapping her squarely across the face. Jessy's cheek swelled instantly, and tears streamed down her face. "What was that for?! "They must've poisoned your mind. I knew it—your mom never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. "Wayne, you're the only one who ever cared about me." Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face.

To be someone. I remembered walking into the party and taking shots, the whiskey burning down my throat. I could remember the cheering and fake laughter which filled the air as I took several shots. The images came clear and my cheeks reddened with embarrassment. My stomach churned. What the hell did I do? No, no, no. I had to be wrong. I had to be. Everything that was happening was just a very vivid imagination, it was not reality. Maybe I just got drunk and booked a suite in a hotel and spent the night. But who was I kidding, I was too broke to be that spontaneous. Or was I still sleeping and dreaming? That had to be it. I was going to pinch myself and I was going to be on my bed when I wa

she finishes, lips curling into a taunting smirk. I sucked in a shaky breath, my mind racing with impossible thoughts of escape that I knew would never be fruitful in my situation. My eyes can only focus on the gun that's pointing directly at me, teasing me of incoming pain.....or death. The air around me seem to thicken and I can find no words but a whimper of fear. She liked that sound, she glorified in it, saying a nice ah sound as though she tasted something sweet. My fear was sweet to her.

“Yes… A little faster… A little… OPEN YOUR MOUTH!” Robotically, urgently, Charlotte’s jaw flung open and was quickly filled. It was just flesh at first, a piping hot piece of flesh that tasted of forest and man. As Lotte continued to massage against it, her mouth filled with liquid. A sweet liquid. She wasn’t of the habit of giving blow jobs, and had even less experience when it came to swallowing. This was different. It felt incredible, and the noises the Shadow was making took her to the moon and back.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the source, tracing it to a jar of honey tucked away in the pantry. The smell was subtle but distinct. My heart raced as recognition dawned. It matched the description of a rare poison I had read about in an old medical book while studying poisons. “This,” I murmured, turning to face Adrian. “There is something in this.” Adrian frowned, taking the jar and sniffing it. “I don’t smell anything.” “You wouldn’t,” I said. “The poison is subtle, almost undetectable. It's called Shadowbane. It’s rare and dangerous. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.”

“You said you were sorry, but you lied. Mother was right, you are nothing but a liar, a Casanova. And to think I went through all the trouble to drug you. Do you know that the wine you drank was filled with poison?” I suck a painful breath. Why won’t my wrist heal? Just what kind of poison is she talking about? Just then, a pain, as thick as the trunk of a tree and as bright as lightning, shoots through my body from my feet to my head. My vision explodes in red and I stagger back, clutching my neck.