Blood Sample
[ At Smith Mansion… ]
As dawn's first light crept through the wide windows of the mansion, Sasha lay on the couch, engulfed by the warmth of a body pressed against hers, her back facing the man. She slowly opened her eyes, her mind a haze of satisfaction and joy.
'I did it. I think Dominique's condition has been cured. The drug took effect,' Sasha thought to herself, silently rejoicing.
The vivid memories of the previous night replayed in her mind and the ache in her body was a testament to the intense passion they had shared. Every touch, every whisper echoed in her thoughts, affirming her belief that the plan had worked perfectly.
With a contented sigh, Sasha turned around, eager to gaze upon Dominique's face. But to her shock, it wasn't Dominique's familiar features that greeted her.