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I sighed, running my hands over the silk sheets. My eyelids fluttered open, and I stretched out over my messy bed. I wrapped my arms around myself, letting the soft luxurious material encase me. It felt cool against my skin.

sinking

I gasped, breaking the surface, struggling. My weak arms flailed above the surface, while my feet felt heavy breaking slowly through the water. My head went under again, and the silence of the sea filled my ears. What a peaceful way to die.

poison

Dick Thompson felt a tightening in her throat. His raised an eyebrow, casting a glance at Natasha who was sipping her wine with the same stony expression. He tried to discretely loosen his collar, when a burning pain shot through his throat. He involuntarily gagged, letting his glass clatter to the floor while he stared up at Natasha who was watching him, amused, like a goddess on her almighty throne.

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Olivia wrote about sinking
“I gasped, breaking the surface, struggling. My weak arms flailed above the surface, while my feet felt heavy breaking slowly through the water. My head went under again, and the silence of the sea fi…”

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