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…

staff sucked all the oxygen out of the hallway. The matriarch, presumed to be living in luxury, looked like a survivor of a war camp. She buried her face in her son’s chest, weeping silently.

Ricardo looked up at his wife. His eyes were entirely dead. There was no anger left, only a cold, absolute disgust that was far more terrifying.

“Ricardo, I can continue reading …