My body convulsed again and again. Tight pinchers wrapped around my chest, especially my heart. My heart! It exploded yet felt wrapped in ever growing pressure. I was going to die if Jacque didn’t do something. I tried to reach for him, but he just lay beside me, still on one of his elbows, looking down at me with concern on his face. But he wasn’t doing a damned thing.
Just as suddenly as my seizure began it stopped.
“You’re going to die now, chér. I’m so sorry. I know I should have given you a choice, but I couldn’t let you decide for yourself. Besides, it was you who kissed me. I am so sorry. So sorry.”
What was he saying?
Darkness crowded my vision, but I fought it. Every muscle in my body tensed with the effort to stop the blackness that I was drowning in.
“Don’t fight it, Violet. Let yourself die.”
Another bout of seizures ensued, wracking my body all over the bed. Finally Jacque sat up more. His forehead creased, the lines around his mouth became white with worry.
“Mon Dieu. You are strong, but you are making this more painful than necessary. Let it happen, my love, let yourself succumb.”
My body was on fire. Prickly flaming needles were in every pore, throughout my joints, and deep within my belly and chest. The stabbing inflamed then acid was drenched throughout.
It was then, that moment that I finally realized that Jacque had poisoned me, was killing me. Why? I wanted to scream.
A tear fell from my eye, skid across my temple and gathered in my hairline.
Jacque gently wiped my tear with his hand. “Chére, I’m so sorry. You’re in so much pain.”
His own eyes glistened with moisture.
But I wasn’t about to let him kill me.
I fought to keep my eyes open as my vision blurred again and again with bleak blackness. I burned from the inside out. My body stiffened again and the spasms recommenced.
“Je suis désolé. Je suis si désolé. Mais je ne pourrais pas tu relâcher.”
Jacque said that he was sorry, but he couldn’t release me.
Couldn’t release me?
One of the jolts convulsed me so my back arched off the bed. I stayed ungodly bent for an eternity, the blackness swallowing me. The last voice I thought I heard was Hannah’s, screaming out my name.