What Happens If You Swallow Bleach Mga Nobela at Kwento

He nodded in response and was about to dash out when he realized something. “By the way, how does this work? And when should I use this?” “Oh, yeah I forgot. Silly me.” Venice quickly took the metal box and opened it, revealing ten small bottles inside. “Once - if ever, she swallowed Alka, it will take two to three hours before it takes effect. If she has a strong immune system, it will take a little longer.” Venice explained. “Once Alka takes effect, she’ll either lose consciousness or black, bruise-like spots will appear on her skin. BUT. If two signs happened, it means she swallowed a high amount and you’ll need to move faster.”

Inside the mushed food was a shard of glass the size of my thumbnail. I paled. Grabbing my water bottle, I rushed to the sink and rinsed out my mouth, hoping to remove any more miniscule shards that might be remaining. I wanted to vomit as I watched the water, tinted pink with blood, run down the drain. After a quick inspection of my mouth, I was glad to only find superficial cuts, one on my tongue and one on the roof of my mouth. It could have been a lot worse. If I hadn’t stopped chewing when I did, it would have been.

Her skin was clammy, the cold sweat of a body shutting down. "I'm sorry, baby. You're going to hate me for this," I whispered, my thumb prying her jaw open. I poured the saline-heavy mixture down her throat. I had to be careful not to drown her, but I needed that salt to hit her stomach like a lightning bolt. She choked, a weak, wet sound, and her body convulsed. The concentrated sodium was a chemical slap to her internal lining, forcing her sluggish metabolism to react to the perceived "poison."

His hand clutched my neck fiercely, I could see black spots at the corners of my eyes as my air circulation was cut off. A part of me wanted to give up and just let him have his way, at least I’d be alive by the end of it. But then my eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of an open bottle of bleach, just slightly out of my reach.

“Okay new plan. Poison. Something slow. Rat poison? No, too traceable. Something in his protein shake? He chugs those every morning. Slip in some bleach or whatever’s under the sink. Make it look like food poisoning. Everyone gets that sometimes. Perfect.” I snuck back to the room while they were all still at breakfast, rummaged under the sink bleach, yeah, but it smelled like death and would turn his shake bright blue. Dumb. What else? Aspirin overdose? Nah, he’d taste it. Laundry pods? People die from those, right? I grabbed one, stared at the bright pink thing. “Dissolve it in his water bottle. He’ll chug it after practice, boom, gone. Heart attack or whatever they call it when idiots eat