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…

and dropping the flashlight. It clattered against the stone, the beam spinning wildly. “Filthy beasts!” she spat, kicking at the dark. She grabbed the light, gave Doña Leonor one last look of absolute disgust, and stormed back up the stairs. “I’m having a steel door installed tomorrow. You will never see the light again, old woman.”

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