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Would love be enough to keep their happy ending, or would love help them seek and live the painful truth?
“I love the beach!” She exclaims gladly.
She buries her toes in the powdery, white sand. She beams excitedly at her husband and places kisses on her toddler's chubby cheeks.
They are in the Bahamas for a month-long, well-deserved vacation. Her husband, a young and ambitious brain surgeon, has been working with a pharmaceutical company to create a wonder drug to cure brain tumors. Money comes into their household from then on—plenty of money. Her husband has always been very smart, even during his school days, and that probably attracts her toward him. His popularity because of his intelligence reflects on her as well.
She, on the other hand, has always been the prettiest in the room. Long, dark hair with a fair complexion, large breasts, small waist, and toned hips have always been the marks of a beautiful woman. Getting married to an ambitious, young, and intelligent man completes her entire package as she spoils herself with luxury from the money he makes. After getting pregnant and giving birth, she immediately consults cosmetic surgeons to put her back into her pre-pregnancy physique—money not being an issue, really.
While her husband devotes his time to researching and experimenting on the wonder drug, she spends her time shopping and being pampered, leaving her toddler to the babysitters. She thinks she has to remain pretty so that by the time her husband gets an international award for the wonder drug he is working on, she will be with him on the stage, and everyone will think she is beautiful.
She lets her toddler play in the sand while both the husband and the wife share one beach chair and drink their piña colada. They kiss torridly without a care in the world how she loves the feeling of being wanted and loved.
Their butler calls them as their dinner is served. “Enjoy your food while it is hot, masters.”
She carries her child and walks hand in hand with her husband towards the dinner table. The cool night breeze sends good chills down her spine, and the wind blows through her dark hair softly. She giggles and cuddles her child. Her husband pulls a chair for her while their butler gets a child’s seat. She gives her husband a peck on the lips as he gently puts a napkin on her lap. He smiles sweetly at her.
They eat their meal peacefully and walk leisurely towards their room to freshen up and get ready for bed. She gives her toddler to the babysitter.
She steps on the cold, tiled floor of the bathroom and sets the shower to steam. As she is soaping herself, she feels someone enter the glass divider. She looks behind, anticipating her husband to join in. He presses his lips on her shoulder as his hands wander off around her beautiful, curvy body. She faces him and catches his lips. She sucks on his tongue and sucks harder as she hears her husband moan softly. Not long after, she feels his finger rubs her clitoris gently. She moans pleasurably and loudly as she feels a finger enter her crevice...then two...then three.
Her husband gropes her breasts lovingly, and he now thrusts himself into her. She continues to make lewd sounds. After years of being together, she still loves being taken from behind.
Just when she feels she is coming, her husband suddenly pulls himself out of her and smirks teasingly.
“Wha—,” she grimaces.
“We will take it to the bedroom where you can be more comfortable.”
He picks her up bridal-style and walks towards the bed. He tosses her gently to the cushion and hovers over her naked body. He bites his lower lip as if restricting himself, and he slides down his tongue against her soft, silky skin, and down, and down....
She writhes like a cat in heat.
“I don’t want to come like this,” she says, almost pleadingly.
“Use your words, love. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me hard.”
Her husband smirks and palms himself. She suddenly sits up and takes on his shaft before putting it all into her mouth. She bobs her head up and down, and she feels his dick twitches. He is so hard now, she can tell.
“Come now, love. Lie down for me, please.”
She obliges and spreads out her legs for him to get better access. He enters her and makes small thrusts as he rolls his hips into her, each roll rubbing his skin against her clit. She takes a deep breath. It won’t be long before she will be coming. She covers her mouth to muffle her sounds.
“No, no, love. Shout for me. Don’t be shy. Let the whole world know how good I’m making you feel right now.”
Without restraints, she gasps and moans and groans as loudly as she desires. She knows that she is very attractive, and she has her husband in the palm of her hand. Her husband would do anything for her. She also knows that her husband gets super turned on when she makes beautiful noises while they are having sex. And so, she shouts and shouts and shouts, just as her husband tells her to.
Meanwhile...
Several doctors and medical staff, all clad in white, are cleaning their tools and devices and putting them back in their containers and cabinets because the experiments have been halted and suspended, at least for the week. The research has been going on for about three years, and there are no substantial findings that could help them in creating a wonder drug. The company is slowly pulling out its funding on research, and so the team, headed by the young and ambitious brain surgeon Dr. Daniel Williams, decides to have actual experiments on live individuals. It is a nasty decision, but this is the only way the team can continue receiving the funds. Besides, it is for a good cause. Once the wonder drug has been created, plenty of people all around the world would benefit from it.
At first, some destitute individuals volunteer for the trials and experiments in exchange for some cash. The company, of course, does not know anything about it because they are only concerned with the results of the experiments. They do not care how the experiments are made. Soon, with funds depleting, the team can no longer sustain the payment for the volunteers. And then, the medical team members get pulled out one by one. From a 25-man team, they are down to eight, including Dr. Williams. Devices and gadgets are being pulled out, too. With his ego too big, Dr. Williams needs to take action—immediately. He cannot bear the thought that his reputation would be on the line for failing to create a wonder drug. He has worked too hard to build a solid list of credentials, and in no way will he let a failure destroy his years of hard work.
He clandestinely takes home the experimental drug, which he injects or lets his unsuspecting wife take. Each vial or pill, depending on how he makes them, takes on a different formula, depending on his observations on the previous one. His wife does not really care about what he brings home—what he injects or lets her take—as long as he gives her a luxurious living.
His little experiments with his wife have been ongoing for a little over ten months now, and this has been his 212th formula.
He lets her sit down on the edge of the tub, water running slowly from the faucet. On her hand is a plastic baby doll, which she clutches on as if her life depended on it.
“I love the beach!” She exclaims gladly.
He looks at her and finds her wiggling her toes on the tiled floor as if burying her toes on a powdery, white sand. She beams excitedly at her husband, and she places kisses on her plastic doll.
She looks at herself in the bathroom mirror. Dr. Williams observes his wife’s reflection as she smiles to herself. Half of her head has been razor-shaved bald, while the remaining half still has some remnants of her long, dark hair—at least what’s left of it. Dr. Williams notes that one of the counter-effects of Formula #58 is the incessant hair fall. Formula #22, on the other hand, makes patients bloated and gain a few centimeters in their waist area.
She puts her doll on the floor as Dr. Williams gives her a pill and a glass of water. He coos at her to take the pill and urges her to drink the glass of water. He gives her a peck on her lips. Oh, how he remembers how beautiful she used to be!
“Never mind that, love. When we finish creating this drug, you will be back to your normal, beautiful self.”
She smiles happily at him. Formula #156 makes the patient forget and induces temporary amnesia.
Dr. Williams takes his wife out of the bathroom and leads her to their small dining table. Because of the budget cut, his pay has been cut in half, and he opted to rent a one-bedroom apartment. He needs all the money he can save in case his wife wants him to buy her something expensive. Of course, he will not deny her of her wants. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on which lens one will look at it, somewhere along the 10 months of his little trial experiments with his wife, she has been losing her bratty and diva attitude, and slowly, she becomes less and less of herself. But Dr. Williams cannot pay attention to that now. He knows that he is very near to creating the perfect formula for the wonder drug. He will surely make it up with his wife, and she can be happy again.
He gives his wife hot soup, something that he can afford without burning his wallet. She eats her dinner, the plastic doll immobilized in a chair beside her. Dr. Williams turns on the fan, and the hair that has been left on her balding head moves with every blow of the fan. She giggles and cuddles the plastic doll. Dr. Williams can only feel pity for his wife, and he swears to himself that all of these things are only temporary. His wife will be up and about in no time—after he discovers the perfect formula, of course. He smiles sweetly at her.
After dinner, he guides her towards the bedroom and urges her to go take a bath while he cleans the table and the dishes. She leaves her plastic doll in the small living room.
Dr. Williams sees his wife enter the bathroom. After cleaning up, he follows his wife and enters the bathroom. He presses his lips on the top of her head, and she looks at him. He soaps her and notices the rashes and bruises on different parts of her body. Formula #49 has adverse reactions on the skin that results in itchiness, dryness, and rashes. Formula #103 creates hematoma, especially on the arms and legs. Formula #189 results in incontinence, and Formula # 32 induces delusions of unknown duration.
Dr. Williams dries his wife with a large towel and notes her losing weight. That is the counter-effect of Formula #18. Her breasts are sagging, nearing her belly button. “We can have these fixed, love. We just have to hold on for a few more tries.”
“Wha—,” she grimaces.
“We will take it to the bedroom where you can be more comfortable.”
He picks her up bridal-style and walks towards the bed. He tosses her gently to the cushion and hovers over her naked body. She is too skinny. Maybe some other formula is making her lose weight, not just Formula #18, he notes. He bites his lower lip as if restricting himself from cursing out loud. Of course! Formula # 51 has the same weight-losing elements.
He administers Formula #213 to her, his newest formula, but this time, through an intravenous liquid rather than a pill. He notes that he gave pill Formula #212 and Formula #213 on the same day with a three-hour gap in between.
She writhes like a cat in heat.
“I don’t want to come like this,” she says, almost pleadingly.
“Use your words, love. Tell me what you want. I don’t understand what you mean.”
“I want you to fuck me hard.”
Her husband smirks, “We have all the time to fuck once we get this right. This will make us millions, love.”
She suddenly sits up and gags as if puking. She bobs her head up and down as she regurgitates the soup she had for dinner.
“Come now, love. Lie down for me, please,” Dr. Williams urges his wife as he cleans her vomit.
She obliges. She takes a deep breath. It won’t be long before she will be coming. She covers her mouth to muffle her sounds.
“No, no, love. Tell me how are you feeling right now.”
She gags again, and Dr. Williams sees the dark, watery stool stain their bed. He takes his clipboard and notes that Formula #212 and #213, with the noted interval, results in nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. Patients will be advised to increase clear fluid intake to prevent dehydration.
She continues to gasp, groan, and moan. Dr. Williams tries to assuage her, asking her repeatedly what part of her body hurts. She, on the other hand, just shouts and shouts and shouts to let her husband know what she is feeling right now.
He notes that Formula # 213 also induces psychotic hallucinations within an hour of intake.