Atropa Belladonna, Belladonna, Nightshade, Deadly Nightshade, Devil's Berries. The plant goes by all these names and more. Whatever you may call them, ingesting them will all have the same result. Death. 10-20 if you're an adult. That's but a general estimation. I would know. I murder people who piss me off. It's true that it can be used for medicine, but I wouldn't trust anyone who even seems like they don't know what they're doing. Unfortunately, I met the fiancee of my last victim. If I had known who they were and that the jam labeled as elderberry had nightshade mixed in with it, I wouldn't have taken any. But I did.
10-20. That's all it takes.
Who knows how many were in the spoonful I put on my toast?
And now? I'm dead. And apparently, I've gone to hell.
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