Chapter (15)
Ch. Forgot what 15 Forgot what 15
**15**
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Salty, sticky liquid continuously dripped onto my neck.
I felt so uncomfortable.
But I couldn’t open my eyes, nor could I move my hands.
This sticky discomfort made me feel like a thousand ants were gnawing at my heart.
I wished I could just smash my head against the wall and die.
If I could control my body, I would have smashed my head without hesitation.
After an unknown period, a heavy body suddenly pressed down on me.
It was uncomfortable and suffocating.
Someone rushed in:
“Mr. Davies, Mr. Davies, what’s wrong?”
“Quick, call a doctor! Mr. Davies has fainted.”
The person pressing on me was finally lifted away, and I let out a sigh of relief.
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