The drug, known as Vexara-Nyx, was designed to shatter the mind, to trap its victims in a waking nightmare where they couldn't distinguish reality from illusion. It caused paranoia, memory loss and in severe cases, complete mental collapse. Some never recovered. Their minds became prisons and their bodies became empty shells, living corpses trapped in their own heads.
Clara had administered it slowly, carefully, once a week or sometimes twice. She had told herself it was necessary. That it was for the greater good.
But she had grown to love the girl she was poisoning.
Bella felt nothing.
Her heart was empty and hollow. The girl who had once been so full of kindness, who had forgiven everyone who hurt her, who had believed in the goodness of others, was gone.
She had been replaced by someone who felt only killing intent for the woman in front of her.
She didn't deserve her kindness.
She didn't deserve her kindness.
She didn't deserve her kindness.
