Drug him 2

Anita quickly shook her head, adamantly refusing the idea. However, I persisted, "Anita, imagine the possibilities," I urged, my voice filled with excitement. "With the right illusion, Myra might finally notice you. And if it doesn't work out, you can always tell him he must have been imagining it. You can say it was an experiment, a playful prank even."

Anita's eyes widened. "Genius!" she exclaimed, a spark of excitement igniting within her.

With our plan solidified, we wasted no time in putting it into action. The following day, we meticulously prepared the illusion-inducing drug, ensuring it was potent yet undetectable.

As the designated time approached, we both felt a surge of nervous energy coursing through our veins. My heart raced with anticipation as I made my way to the training room, where Myra awaited unsuspectingly. With each step, I rehearsed the words I would say, the excuses I would make.

Upon reaching the training room, I approached him with a feigned air of nonchalance, extending an invitation for a post-training drink. To my relief, he accepted with a smile, unaware of the role he was about to play in our scheme.

Anita stood nearby, her eyes silently urging me to proceed. With a steady hand, I poured the wine, careful not to betray the slightest hint of nervousness. Myra accepted the glass graciously, his gaze lingering on mine for a fleeting moment that sent a shiver down my spine.

As the effects of the drug began to take hold, I excused myself under the pretense of attending to an urgent matter. Anita nodded in understanding, her expression a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. With a final glance at Myra, I left the room, leaving Anita to execute the next phase of our plan.

Pftft! I silently hoped for Anita's success. After a few minutes, a knock disrupted my thoughts, Myra stood at the door, his expression a mix of interest and accusation.

"Why did you try to drug me?" he demanded, his words hitting me like a sudden gust of wind.

I was taken aback, my mind racing to comprehend his accusation. "Where's Anita?" I countered, hoping for an explanation.

"She's still in the training room," he replied, his tone tinged with suspicion. "Why? Were you hoping we did something?"

"No, no," I hastily denied, my heart pounding with unease. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Myra's gaze bore into mine, searching for any sign of deception. "Oh really?" he challenged, his skepticism evident in his tone. "Are you sure you don't?"

I nodded, my resolve faltering under his intense scrutiny.

"Yes, I'm very sure I don't know what you're talking about."

Myra studied me for a moment before replying, "Okay, then. I'll believe you."

Trying to change the topic, I asked, "So, what are you doing here?"

"I just came to confirm something," he said, his tone still skeptical. "I'll be taking my leave now."

He turned and left, and I heaved a sigh of relief. After a few minutes, I ran to the training room where I found Anita sitting and drinking.

"What happened?" I asked, running up to her.

"It didn't work," she replied, frustration evident in her voice. "I don't know how, but the poison didn't affect him."

"Are you sure he drank the wine?" she asked, looking at me intently.

"Yes, I'm sure," I affirmed.

Anita sighed and continued drinking. She offered me a cup, which I accepted. We drank together, and I tried to cheer her up a bit.

Soon, I started feeling dizzy and decided to leave. I made my way to my room, locked the door, and collapsed on my bed. To my shock, I saw Jesse lying beside me.

"What are you doing here?" I screamed.

He grinned at me. "Didn't you miss me?"

I stood up immediately and ran to the door.

"Don't," Jesse said urgently.

I froze.

"If you alert everyone else, I'll definitely die," he continued.

I turned to face him. "And what makes you think I don't want you dead?"

"The fact that you hesitated proves that," he replied.

My anger flared. "You're right. I should just kill you myself." I reached into the strap hidden under my trousers and took out a poisoned knife. "I should just kill you the way you killed my sister," I said, tears streaming down my face.

He took a step closer. "I didn't kill your sister."

"Yes, you did!" I screamed. "You sent your guards to capture us and then killed her. You monster!"

"You never really believed me," he said, his face showing a look of hurt.

"Believe you? Why would I believe you? You betrayed me, you set me up, you tried to kill me, and in the process, you killed my sister." I brought the knife close to his chest.

I thought to myself, all I need to do is pierce his heart with this, and I would have avenged my sister's death. So why is it so hard for me? Why isn't he fighting me? His physical strength has always been greater than mine.

"Nia, I've missed you," he said softly. "Didn't you miss me too?"

"Why would I miss you, you monster?"

"Don't call me a monster. I really didn't kill anyone. I promise, if you don't believe me, you can stab me right now." He stepped closer, pushing his chest towards the knife.