They All 'Died' for Her? With Terminal Cancer, I'm Done Playing their Games - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Security dragged her to the roof. Wind whipped around her frail body like she was already dead.
They didn't just shove her off—too easy. Instead, they lashed her to the railing with coarse rope, then pulled out a dull blade and started sawing through it, strand by strand.
Scritch... scritch...
Each cut was psychological torture, forcing her to count down to her own death.
Vivienne looked down at the courtyard where Noel's blood still stained the grass.
The rope got thinner. Her body started to sway.
When the last fiber snapped, she plummeted like a broken bird.
THUD!
She hit concrete hard, blood spreading beneath her in the moonlight.
As consciousness slipped away, she caught one last glimpse of Dominic and Cameron's retreating figures.
When Vivienne came to, harsh sunlight stabbed through the curtains.
She cracked her eyes open. The pain meant she was still breathing.
The door swung open. Noel swept in with her crew, radiating victory.
"Look who's up." She stood over the bed, voice dripping honey. "Hope you finally get how crazy Dom and Cam are about me."
She leaned down, whispering in Vivienne's ear: "But sweetie, we're just getting started."
Without warning, Noel straightened and started slapping herself across the face.
SMACK! SMACK!
The sound echoed off the walls.
Before Vivienne could blink Noel tore at her own clothes and ran screaming into the hallway: "HELP! OH GOD, HELP ME!"
Heavy footsteps pounded down the corridor.
"What the hell?" Dominic burst in first, suit sharp as a blade.
Cameron was right behind him, his stare turning arctic when it landed on Vivienne.
Noel collapsed into Dominic's arms, sobbing. "She... she brought those men to assault me..."
"Jesus Christ, Vivienne!" Dominic grabbed her chin. "Can't stay out of trouble for five goddamn minutes, even half-dead?"
Vivienne lay there, staring at nothing. Her lips were cracked and bloodless, IV tubes snaking from her skeletal arms.
Her silence made Dominic angrier. "Answer me! Did you set these scumbags on her?"
Nothing but the steady pulse of the heart monitor.
"Perfect." Cameron's laugh was ice-cold. "You wanna play with trash? Enjoy the company."
He nodded to security. "Lock it down."
As they dragged Noel away, she threw a "worried" look back. "Dom, Cam, maybe we shouldn't leave her alone with them..."
"Why not?" Dominic's voice was arctic. "They're her people."
But in the hallway, both men stopped and listened.
Complete silence from the room. Satisfied, they finally left.
What they didn't know—
Inside, the men were pressed against the door, waiting for the all-clear.
"They're gone." The leader grinned and turned toward the bed. "Time to take real good care of our princess."
Rough hands covered her mouth. Her hospital gown tore with a sharp rip.
Cold air hit her skin. Vivienne thrashed like a wild animal.
"Mmph... stop..."
Tears blurred everything. Her muffled screams died in his palm.
Her nails clawed bloody tracks down his arm, earning her rougher treatment.
SPLASH!
Blood suddenly erupted from her mouth, painting the white sheets crimson.
The men froze.
More blood. Then more.
It poured from her lips like a broken dam, soaking half the bed.
"Shit! She's bleeding out!"
"Get a fucking doctor!"
They scattered, someone crashed into the IV pole, glass detonating across the floor.
Vivienne's vision went gray. Footsteps and alarms faded in and out.
"Blood pressure crashing! Get the crash cart!"
"Where's her family?" The doctor's voice was frantic. "Liver failure, clotting disorder, she could stop breathing any second..."
A nurse was crying: "I've been calling nonstop. Her brother and fiancé think she's faking it with a bought-off doctor..."
Vivienne's unfocused eyes found the ceiling one last time.
Almost over.
They'd find out soon enough if she was acting.
They didn't just shove her off—too easy. Instead, they lashed her to the railing with coarse rope, then pulled out a dull blade and started sawing through it, strand by strand.
Scritch... scritch...
Each cut was psychological torture, forcing her to count down to her own death.
Vivienne looked down at the courtyard where Noel's blood still stained the grass.
The rope got thinner. Her body started to sway.
When the last fiber snapped, she plummeted like a broken bird.
THUD!
She hit concrete hard, blood spreading beneath her in the moonlight.
As consciousness slipped away, she caught one last glimpse of Dominic and Cameron's retreating figures.
When Vivienne came to, harsh sunlight stabbed through the curtains.
She cracked her eyes open. The pain meant she was still breathing.
The door swung open. Noel swept in with her crew, radiating victory.
"Look who's up." She stood over the bed, voice dripping honey. "Hope you finally get how crazy Dom and Cam are about me."
She leaned down, whispering in Vivienne's ear: "But sweetie, we're just getting started."
Without warning, Noel straightened and started slapping herself across the face.
SMACK! SMACK!
The sound echoed off the walls.
Before Vivienne could blink Noel tore at her own clothes and ran screaming into the hallway: "HELP! OH GOD, HELP ME!"
Heavy footsteps pounded down the corridor.
"What the hell?" Dominic burst in first, suit sharp as a blade.
Cameron was right behind him, his stare turning arctic when it landed on Vivienne.
Noel collapsed into Dominic's arms, sobbing. "She... she brought those men to assault me..."
"Jesus Christ, Vivienne!" Dominic grabbed her chin. "Can't stay out of trouble for five goddamn minutes, even half-dead?"
Vivienne lay there, staring at nothing. Her lips were cracked and bloodless, IV tubes snaking from her skeletal arms.
Her silence made Dominic angrier. "Answer me! Did you set these scumbags on her?"
Nothing but the steady pulse of the heart monitor.
"Perfect." Cameron's laugh was ice-cold. "You wanna play with trash? Enjoy the company."
He nodded to security. "Lock it down."
As they dragged Noel away, she threw a "worried" look back. "Dom, Cam, maybe we shouldn't leave her alone with them..."
"Why not?" Dominic's voice was arctic. "They're her people."
But in the hallway, both men stopped and listened.
Complete silence from the room. Satisfied, they finally left.
What they didn't know—
Inside, the men were pressed against the door, waiting for the all-clear.
"They're gone." The leader grinned and turned toward the bed. "Time to take real good care of our princess."
Rough hands covered her mouth. Her hospital gown tore with a sharp rip.
Cold air hit her skin. Vivienne thrashed like a wild animal.
"Mmph... stop..."
Tears blurred everything. Her muffled screams died in his palm.
Her nails clawed bloody tracks down his arm, earning her rougher treatment.
SPLASH!
Blood suddenly erupted from her mouth, painting the white sheets crimson.
The men froze.
More blood. Then more.
It poured from her lips like a broken dam, soaking half the bed.
"Shit! She's bleeding out!"
"Get a fucking doctor!"
They scattered, someone crashed into the IV pole, glass detonating across the floor.
Vivienne's vision went gray. Footsteps and alarms faded in and out.
"Blood pressure crashing! Get the crash cart!"
"Where's her family?" The doctor's voice was frantic. "Liver failure, clotting disorder, she could stop breathing any second..."
A nurse was crying: "I've been calling nonstop. Her brother and fiancé think she's faking it with a bought-off doctor..."
Vivienne's unfocused eyes found the ceiling one last time.
Almost over.
They'd find out soon enough if she was acting.
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