She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 5

Tri-Blade pointed a gloved finger at her face. “We’ll peel it off whole. It’ll be a masterpiece.”

Peel… it off?

A shudder ripped through Sabrina.

No. Surely, they couldn’t mean...

How could anyone do something so monstrous?

Tri-Blade and Seven-Pack studied her intently, as if deciding where to begin.

“Don’t damage the skin. Someone’s paying top dollar for it,” Seven-Pack said, laying out his sinister tools and inching closer.

Sabrina tried to scream, her voice rasping with rage and terror. “No, don’t come near me! Get away!”

But only a hoarse whisper escaped her throat. Even her cries had been stolen from her.

The more terrified she grew, the more exhilarated the men seemed.

Seven-Pack jabbed a thin needle into her shoulder.

Tri-Blade picked up a scalpel. “Use less anesthetic. Too much, and the skin won’t be perfect.”

“Yeah, I know. We’ll start with her eyes—gorgeous things, they’ll fetch a fortune. And her heart. Orders from above: take it out, then start the procedure.”

“Enough talk. Let’s get to work.”

The moment her heart was ripped from her chest, Sabrina felt an unexpected sense of release. She watched, untethered from her body, as her own horror unfolded.

At last, she was free.

Her pale, lifeless body lay motionless on the operating table.

Tri-Blade and Seven-Pack worked with practiced precision.

Tri-Blade carefully placed her eyes into a tray of instruments.

Seven-Pack split open her skull, injecting some unknown liquid inside.

Together, they worked methodically.

Slowly, a flawless sheet of skin was peeled from her body.

She was unrecognizable in death—no longer a target for hellish torment.

Her soul drifted higher, and higher...

Suddenly, panic seized her.

She couldn’t move on. Not yet.

Vengeance was unfinished. How could she be reborn now?

There she was.

A breathtaking girl, her beauty untouched. Lush, long lashes, naturally arched brows, a hint of baby fat softening her cheeks.

She raised a hand to her face; the girl in the mirror copied her. Those slender, elegant fingers—unmistakably hers.

It was her. Sixteen-year-old her.

She’d been reborn.

A second chance!

At last, she understood: if someone doesn’t love you, no sacrifice will ever make them see you.

Family she’d never won, love she’d never received?

This time, she’d stop hoping for miracles.

As Sabrina tried to make sense of it all, a knock sounded at the door. “Miss, are you awake?”

Martha’s voice.

It all came rushing back—last night, the driver had brought her back from the countryside. She’d arrived at the Suttons’ estate after midnight.

Everyone else was asleep. Martha had shown her to the guest room and tucked her in for the night.