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…

wife, was a woman carved from ice and dressed in silk. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with raven hair and eyes like shattered glass, but her chest housed a heart rotten with paranoia and cruelty. She seemed to draw physical nourishment from the humiliation of others.

“The floor must reflect my shoes, Clara,” she snapped on my very first afternoon,continue reading …