Her deask was always kept neat, each small office supply in its own special place. Typically, Sue would be thrilled to be referred to as having a “type-A” personality, but after her recent diagnosis of OCD, she was in a state of shame.
Lucy put the cup to her lips, taking a small, experimental sip at first. The liquid within was bitter and she almost spat it out. Against her taste buds’ wishes, she swallowed, and followed her first sip with three large mouthfuls which drained the cup entirely. She would be dead in minutes.