They Drugged Me And Filmed It To Ruin My Career. They Didn’t Know The Recording Would Become Their Death Sentence. CHAPTER 1: The Golden Boy and The Ghost The linoleum floor was cold against my cheek. It smelled of industrial wax and the faint, coppery scent of old blood that never quite scrubs out of a high school wrestling room. Above me, the laughter sounded distorted, like it was coming from underwater. "Drink it all, Nurse," a voice sneered. It was a voice used to getting its way—arrogant,