Master of Lust

Chapter 117: Old Lady kicked the bucket

Chapter - 117

The elderly woman lay still, her once-closed eyes snapping open with a suddenness that belied her age. Despite the shock, an eerie silence enveloped the room, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock. Evelina, momentarily taken aback, felt a chill crawling up her spine as she observed her grandmother, whose gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, unyielding and unblinking.

As Evelina hesitated, but took a step towards her grandmother, a palpable transformation swept over the elderly woman. The whites of her eyes expanded, pupils constricting to pinpricks, creating an unsettling contrast against the murky depths of her gaze. In a macabre turn of events, the old lady's eyes rolled back, revealing an otherworldly purplish hue that seemed to defy the natural order.

A surge of panic seized Evelina. With a mixture of fear and urgency, she called out to her grandmother, the words laced with genuine concern that echoed in the hushed room.

"Grandmother!"

Evelina took a tentative step forward, her initial shock giving way to a determination to understand and help. However, before she could reach her grandmother's side, the elderly woman's body contorted with a disturbing grace, arching like a bridge. Groans of agony escaped the old woman's lips, each sound a visceral manifestation of the mysterious forces at play.

She writhed in anguish, as if her very being was caught in a cosmic struggle, leaving Evelina paralyzed with a mixture of horror and helplessness.

The sudden turn of events brought a flurry of activity as doctors and nursing staff rushed into the room. They attempted to approach the old lady, but her violent fit proved too overwhelming. She threw her arms around, resisting any attempts to restrain her, and the room filled with the sounds of her anguish.

The doctors, faces etched with concern, struggled to control the old lady's convulsions. Despite their best efforts, her body continued to writhe in pain. The atmosphere in the room shifted from relief to one of tension and despair.

A surreal transformation gripped the room as a purplish mucus, began to ooze from the pores of the old lady's body. It flowed like an ominous river, covering her face and neck in an unsettling hue. The once-familiar contours of her clothes absorbed the same disconcerting shade, creating a nightmarish tableau. It was without a doubt a disgusting sight.

Evelina, paralyzed by the grotesque unfolding, stood rooted to the spot. Her eyes widened with a mixture of disbelief and horror as the gravity of the situation sunk in. The thought of believing Rick already beginning to haunt her.

Rick, who had been an silently observing from the sight, felt a knot tighten in the pit of his stomach. The unforeseen consequences left him grappling with a disconcerting silence. The inner turmoil of indecision churned within him, contemplating whether to discreetly slip away from the unfolding nightmare or confront the disturbing aftermath of their misguided actions.

Seventeen, ever unmoved by emotions, observed the chaos with his usual stoic demeanor, a silent witness to the unfolding tragedy.

The nursing staff and doctors, despite their expertise, were left powerless in the face of the old lady's violent reaction. The room became a battleground between medical professionals and the uncontrollable spasms that seized the elderly woman.

He watched as the doctors, in a desperate race against time, engaged in vigorous attempts to revive her, their movements synchronized as they jumped up and down on her chest.

As the relentless march of time continued its unyielding pace, a palpable sense of inevitability settled in the room. The doctors, their faces etched with tension and apologies, reluctantly conceded defeat in their desperate attempts to revive the old lady. A collective resignation settled over the medical team.

With hesitant movements, the doctors slowly retreated from the bedside of the now lifeless matriarch. Each of them hoping that someone else would step forward to bear the burden of delivering the bad news.

Finally, as a heavy silence enveloped the room, one doctor mustered the courage to break the news.

"With a heavy heart, I will have to say that the old matriarch is no more. She passed away at 10:47 AM in the morning."

The doctor's words hung in the air, a solemn proclamation that shattered the fragile silence and sent ripples through the room. The absolute stillness that followed gripped every person present, each grappling with their own cascade of emotions in the wake of the devastating revelation.

Evelina, her tear-filled eyes now ablaze with a fierce anger, slowly lifted her gaze from the floor. In that charged moment, her eyes found Rick, and with a sudden and unexpected burst of energy, she moved swifter than anyone had anticipated. Her movement eclipsed even the memory of Martin's earlier attempt to confront Rick.

Without a moment's hesitation, Evelina's hand shot out, seizing Rick by the neck with a visceral intensity. Her expression, once a canvas of grief, was now contorted with a seething hatred.

"It is all because of you," Evelina accused, her words cutting through the tense silence like a blade.

Rick, acutely aware of the intensity of Evelina's anger, possessed the physical capability to evade her grip, maybe even mount a counter-attack. Yet, as he met her tear-filled eyes and witnessed the storm of turmoil etched across her face, a decision ripened within him. Instead of resisting, he chose to remain still, allowing her to unleash the torrent of emotions that had been building within her.

"I will give you 10 minutes," Rick said with a heavy sigh, his voice carrying the weight of resignation. "Curse me, hit me. Do whatever you want. But after that, I won't be this kind."

The atmosphere in the room tightened as Rick's words lingered, setting a countdown to an impending confrontation. Evelina, still tightly gripping Rick's neck, appeared torn.

"Ummm... Why does it smell so much?"

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