Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Felicia couldn’t move at a

tetasit her feet had taken root or were nailed to the ground. She was able to budge in the slightest, Cold sweat broke out across her back in an instant. She tried to move her hand, but bet body refused to obec.

It was as though she had been thrown into a rapidly hardening pool of cement and sealed from head to lor, completely immobilized!

Why was this happening?

Pary surged in her chest as Felicia focused every ounce of her anareness on her right hand she tried to wist her wrist to pinch herself hard. The internal struggle felt like two opposing forces pulling him from either side.

Her body seemed to be telling her to give up, that struggling was futile. Yet her consciousness was cursing at her own body furiously.

At that moment, a young couple happened to pass by

The woman, noticing Felicia’s unusual state, approached kindly and asked, “Miss, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? You look so pale. Do you need help?”

Felicia couldn’t respond. She couldn’t utter a word, nor could she blink her eas, which we now sore and bloodshot from being held open for so long

The woman waved her hand in front of Felicia’s face but got no reaction Without hesitation, she turned to her boyfriend and urged, “Something’s wrong with her! Go Inside and pet a doctor right now!”

The man dropped his backpack and sprinted into the hospital like the wind to find help

Meanwhile, the woman stayed behind, offering Felicia words of comfort.

Felicia’s gaze remained unfocused, but she could feel the warmth and kindness anating from the woman. Her heart was touched, and her tightly wound emotions relaxed slighth.

But just then, a fent, distant sound reached her ears–the jingling of a bronze bell.

The sound was haunting, almost like a curse.

Each chime seemed to form a singular, chilling phrase “Hill her Killher!”

A searire pein exploded in Felicia’s head as her very soul was being torn apart. Her nerves screamed, and her consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse.

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But to her horror, her hands began to move uncontrollably Slowly, they rose into the air until they wrapped tightly around the woman’s neck!

Just martactits age, the woman had been gently reassuring Felicia, telling her not to worry and that help was on the way

The next second, her feet lett the ground as she was hoisted up by her neck, with Felicia’s hands gripping her rightly like a vice.

In just a few seconds, the woman’s tace turned red from the lack of oxygen, then purple. Her limbs tailed weakly but to no avail

The bromur bell’s chimes grew louder and more frequent in Felicia’s ears, clearer and more insistent.

Hei mind was filled with an overwhelming surge of malice and bloodlust as if every ounce of her being demanded destruction and death.

“No! Siop right now!

Cong to the last shred of clarity in her mind, Fella bit down hard on her tongue, resulting in a sharp pain and a rush of blood in her mouth.

The buze bell’s chimes quirketed as if enraged by her resistance, its hypnotic pull growing stronger, more sinister.

With bloodabut ejus, Feliciu let out a puttinal roat, summoning every ounce of willpower to release ber grip.

The women dropped to the ground as Felicia’s hands fell away

This wehr unfolded just a farman pemuined with a doctor in tow

oregs widened in bontor, and dead to his gidilend’s side–quickly.

The donor who stand was momentarily stunned by the sigla and quickly rushed over to examine the word. After a moment, he let out a sigh of rellet. “She’s okay. She’s still

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and the bruised, daboned handprints on her pale neck stood out starkly, a chilling