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It started as a faint numbness, an odd prickling that she couldn't quite place.
Confusion flickered in her eyes as the sensation intensified, seizing control of her limbs.
Panic gripped her heart as her muscles grew weak, betraying her with each passing second.
Isabella tried to stand, to call for help, but her body refused to obey, held captive by an invisible force.
The numbing effect continued its relentless assault, enveloping her in a paralyzing grip.
She felt her senses dull and her vision blur as the world around her became distorted.
Fear coursed through her veins, mingling with a growing sense of desperation.
In those agonizing moments, her mind raced, attempting to make sense of the cruel twist of fate that had befallen her.
She realized, too late, that the drink she innocently consumed was laced with a potent substance, designed to render her defenseless.
Something about this seem very familiar, but with her mind trying to fight the effects of the poison, she couldn’t place the memory.
As the numbing and paralyzing intensified, panic surged through her.
She desperately tried to cry out for help, but was reduced to mere whispers.
Fear and anger danced in her eyes as she starts to recall the familiarity of the situation.
She frantically scanned the vicinity, searching for any signs of assistance, but nobody could see her suffering.
Then her heart skipped a beat.
Among the sea of faces, she noticed a figure wearing sunglasses, looking her way.
It was hard to mistake the broad shoulders and confident stride.
A shiver ran down her spine as Vito came into view.
Fear and hatred were etched all over her face.
Her suspensions were confirmed as she realized what poison coursed through her body.
How did he find me?
Did Dante send him?
Questions swirled in her head, but the answers seemed elusive in her growing torment.
As Vito reached her, the poison's grip tightened on her body.
She writhed in agony, every breath becoming a struggle.
She could feel her body convulse from within as she laid paralyzed, leaving her helpless and at the mercy of the poison's relentless assault.
Her eyes, wide with terror and pain, locked onto Vito's.
At that moment, all she saw was cold indifference.
“What you’re feeling are the last moments of Don Salvatore’s suffering. May he rest in peace, as I’m sure you won’t,” Vito said as he lends forward to kiss her forehead.
The poison continued its insidious work, tearing through Isabella’s body with merciless efficiency.
