"You..." Liliana gasped, her eyes bulging as she stared at the perfectly lucid woman standing over her.
Just seconds ago, Madeline had been a helpless victim on the mattress, totally at her mercy.
Now, the pathetic, pleading girl was gone, replaced by someone moving completely unhindered.
And Liliana was the one tied down.
Her fragile reality shattered instantly.
Her voice trembled with panic.
"Madeline, how are you moving?"
Madeline wiped away the fake tears, a mocking smile curving her lips.
"Did you really think a few seconds with a rag would knock me out, Liliana? I'm much faster than you. I never inhaled your cheap knockout drops."
When faced with a chloroform rag, a normal person's instinct was to panic and take deep, terrified breaths, which only sucked the chemicals deeper into their lungs, turning them into a compliant puppet.
But Madeline had been ready.
She knew Liliana would never just let her walk away.
The second Liliana lunged in the elevator, Madeline had simply held her breath. She hadn't inhaled a single drop of the chemicals.
To lower Liliana's guard, she feigned unconsciousness perfectly.
Liliana, arrogant and foolish, had assumed the drug worked.
And she had dragged her straight into this trap.
Liliana thrashed against the bindings, her face red with fury.
"You bitch! Let me go! You lying, manipulative little slut!" she screamed.
She reached into her purse and pulled out The Digital Recorder, holding it up.
"I never wanted to hurt you. You forced my hand. If you had just given me the cremains and left me alone, I would have walked away.
You and Lucius could have lived happily ever after, and I wouldn't have cared less.
But you just couldn't help yourself, could you? You couldn't handle leaving well enough alone.
I recorded every single word of your little villain monologue. It's going straight to my attorney.
From this moment on, if you even think about coming after me, I hand this over to the police!
The assault, the framing, the kidnapping today—it will all go public."
"You psycho!" Liliana wailed, tears of regret streaming down her face. "You tricked me! You baited me into saying that! Give me that recorder!"
Ignoring the pathetic screaming, Madeline turned toward the door, tossing one last remark over her shoulder. "I set a timer on the hotel alarm. It'll go off in an hour, and security will come cut you loose.

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