“You cannot keep scratching forever. Otherwise, your wounds will get infected, and you’ll die,” smirked Tamara.Ewan directed a resentful stare towards Tamara, who appeared to him as a graceful and dignified woman, disdainfully observing his suffering.He wanted to kill her! Despite his desire to approach her, Ewan was thwarted by Tamara’s possession of that mysterious weapon, which kept him at bay.He cursed inwardly, “Damn it!”Gritting his teeth in anguish, Ewan persisted through the piercing itch that seemed to penetrate his bones. A profuse sweat drenched his body as every inch of his being begged for the sweet relief of scratching.Tamara couldn’t help but smirk with satisfaction as she took in the sight of Ewan’s anguish. “Do you want the antidote?”“Give me the antidote!” demanded Ewan.“There’s none,” shrugged Tamara.Ewan bellowed in exasperation, consumed by an overwhelming desire to kill this accursed woman.Tamara wore a casual smile as she spoke, “Don’t look at
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