Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2504

Chapter 2504 When Life Gives You High-Fructose Corn Syrup

Just like every day, Saint woke up before dawn broke.

However, she did not feel refreshed and well-rested, like she usually would. Instead, she felt tired, dazed, and hurting all over. That was because she did not wake up in her comfortable, state-of-the-art orthopedic bed. Instead, she woke up on the hard surface of a church bench. Her luxurious cotton percale bedding was nowhere to be seen, either, replaced by a single dusty sheet of cheap and coarse fabric... naturally, her carefully selected pillow was also gone, supplanted by a rolled-up trench coat.

She had even slept in her clothes.

...And only for a few hours.

"Unacceptable."

Trying her best not to feel indignant, Saint sighed and sat up, rubbing her eyes. ‘Ouch.’ Her bruised body hurt. The cuts on her fingers stung, as well — the handkerchief wrapped around them had turned brown from blood and was sticking unpleasantly to her skin.

She was dirty, disheveled, and... grumpy. She felt disgusting.

That did not happen often.

Saint looked around groggily.

Of course, her clean and quiet apartment was nowhere to be seen. Sadly, she was still in an abandoned church, in the company of two unhinged detectives and an escaped patient. They did not seem to have slept at all — instead, they were sitting around a makeshift table, discussing something in hushed voices.

The hum of their whispering felt jarring in the echoing silence of the empty church. ‘Irritating.’

Saint sighed.

The morning was a time for exercise, personal hygiene, self-care, and nutrition... ‘Oh, no.’

Saint could not exercise properly because her body was bruised and battered after the altercation with the three brutes. Putting strain on it would only exacerbate the damage.

Personal hygiene was also a victim of her circumstance. She did not have her cleanser lotion, exfoliating scrub lotion, hydrating shampoo, and balancing conditioner, let alone her skincare and haircare products... all she had access to was bottled water to wash her hands and face.

Letting out another grumpy sigh, Saint rose from the bench and did just that.

Anything was better than nothing...

While Saint was carefully unwrapping the handkerchief from her hand and rinsing the deep cuts, Detective Athena looked at her and smiled.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty! There's toothpaste and a spare toothbrush in that box over there. Enjoy!"

Saint gave her a long, somber look. Some time later, she was done with trying — and failing — to make herself look presentable. Then, Saint was faced with another blow.

Naturally, she treated all matters having to do with nutrition seriously. But her balanced breakfast was a pipe dream, at the moment... instead, she was presented with the food supplies in one of the boxes.

A galore of ultraprocessed carbs, artificial additives, and chemical preservatives, all under a thick layer of high-fructose corn syrup.

It was basically poison.

‘I can't eat that!’

Saint stared at the box with a lost expression, not knowing what to do. Noticing her hesitation, Detective Athena smiled again.

“Oh, there are also some donuts left! Treat yourself!"

Looking at her smiling face, Saint felt something that she had never felt before. ...The desire to smack another human being right across their face.

Her eyes widened a little.

‘I... am not okay.’

And whose fault was that?

Theirs!

Taking a deep breath, Saint counted to ten and then said politely:

“Thank you. But I am not hungry.”

Picking up a bottle of water, she quenched her thirst and stayed motionless for a while. Now that her morning ritual — or at least a version of it — was complete, she could finally think about her situation.

Her mood only grew worse.

Someone had tried to kill her. She did not know who or why. There were detectives protecting her, but their mental state was questionable.

Morgan, the heiress of the Valor Group, had escaped from a secure mental hospital and was now here with her, acting as if nothing odd was happening.

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