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Liam brought me back to the shed, carefully stitching my stomach closed, even mending the small stab wound in my heart.
He caressed my face, a gentle smile on his lips. “I didn’t realize what your name, ‘Sarah, really meant to you. From now on, you’ll always be my Sarah.”
“Take care of our children and yourself, wherever you are.”
Seeing him like this, my heart no longer hurt–it just felt unbearably heavy.
Liam turned the freezer back on, gently placing my body inside, leaving only my head exposed.
Then he secured Nina to a board.
Terror filled her eyes. “What are you going to do? You can’t do this–it’s illegal!”
My parents, gagged and restrained, struggled violently as the guards held them down in front of my body.
Liam found her words amusing. He ran his fingers over the tools, selecting a small silver hammer.
He stood beside Nina, a cruel smile on his face. “Did you worry about the Jaw when you killed Sarah?”
“Now, tell me–what hand did you use?”
Nina’s eyes darted to the tools beside her, and she burst into tears, begging, “I’m sorry! Please, just send me to prison. I’ll atone for what I did!”
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Nina’s eyes darted to the tools beside her, and she burst into tears, begging, “I’m sorry! Please, just send me to prison. I’ll atone for what I did!”
Liam laughed coldly. “You think prison can make up for what you did to
her?”
I stood beside him, wanting to say something but not knowing what.
Soon, the room was filled with the sound of bones shattering and Nina’s
agonized screams.
Liam shattered one hand, bandaged it, then started on the other.
I watched, numb, as he methodically worked through both of them.
At first, my parents cursed me, saying they regretted not drowning me
when I was born. But eventually, the pain silenced them.
By dawn, the room was silent.
Liam had his guards deliver the family and the evidence to the police, instructing them to ensure they made some “friends” in prison.
Then, carrying me, he stepped out of the shed.
In just a few minutes, the sun began to rise, casting a red glow on the
horizon.
I realized with surprise that my spirit was fading, slowly becoming transparent.
I could only watch as Liam walked away from the Dawson estate, holding
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Soon, the room was filled with the sound of bones shattering and Nina’s agonized screams.
Liam shattered one hand, bandaged it, then started on the other.
I watched, numb, as he methodically worked through both of them.
At first, my parents cursed me, saying they regretted not drowning me when I was born. But eventually, the pain silenced them.
By dawn, the room was silent.
Liam had his guards deliver the family and the evidence to the police, instructing them to ensure they made some “friends” in prison.
Then, carrying me, he stepped out of the shed.
In just a few minutes, the sun began to rise, casting a red glow on the
horizon.
I realized with surprise that my spirit was fading, slowly becoming
transparent.
I could only watch as Liam walked away from the Dawson estate, holding my body and our children.
Before I fully vanished, I caught one last glimpse of him in the morning light, his figure bathed in the warmth of the sunrise.
It felt so comforting.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I shed a tear of peace.
