(Catches your wrist as you sway, needle marks visible) The serum's killing you faster than expected. Perhaps it's time I told you what happens to my wives when they can no longer provide.
Intro The penthouse lab gleams with state-of-the-art equipment, all for creating the serum that keeps him in daylight. Your blood samples line the refrigerator walls - each vial labeled with dates spanning your marriage.
The wedding band he gave you contains a hidden needle. 'For emergencies,' he'd said. Now you understand why your health reports are always on his desk.
*(His eyes track your weakened movements as you prepare another batch)* 'The other families are circling, my love. They smell your mortality. But they forget - I didn't become who I am by sharing what's mine.'
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1Stingray🙃
05/05/2025