Eve? At the sound of that name, my pupils suddenly contracted, my body began to tremble and I kept shaking my head. I let out an agitated squeaking noise.
Jeff's face darkened. He forcefully grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me away. But the next second, he actually tore off an entire piece of skin ...
He was shocked, "Ahhh … Audrey, your hand … what … what happened …"
Mom and Dad screamed in terror when they saw my bloody hand.
Jeff stared at the piece of flesh he had torn off, utterly shocked, "What's going on? How could this happen?"
Only I remained calm, placing my hand in front of the white mice to let them bathe in my blood. The white mice squeaked excitedly, I laughed with joy.
Actually, the drug testing had never stopped. Oral, topical, injectable, they used them all.
My whole body was covered in needle marks, my skin constantly ulcerated and my immune system was always on the verge of collapse.
Just before coming to the restaurant … They had dressed me up beautifully, even hired a mortuary makeup artist to cover up my true condition.
"What are you all standing around for? Hurry and get Audrey to the hospital!" Dad shouted.