The new maid heard weeping beneath the mansion. Opening the heavy basement door, she found the missing wife, starved and chained. As gasps filled the dark room, the wife grabbed her hand, whispering, “Run before he hears you, or he’ll make you my replacement.” Suddenly, footsteps echoed on the stairs…

against the damp stone wall. From the abyss, I heard the sound of a tray being slammed onto a wooden table.

“Eat it,” Verónica’s voice snapped, dripping with malice.

“I don’t want your poison,” a fragile, raspy voice replied. It was the voice from the night before.

“Suit yourself. Starve. It would make my life significantly easier,” Verónica sneered. continue reading …