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…

Her hair was matted from the rain, her expensive silk dress torn and smeared with mud. In her right hand, she held a heavy, customized hunting knife she had taken from Ricardo’s collection.

She smiled—a terrifying, broken smile—and raised a heavy stone from the garden, smashing it through the glass door. The glass rained down on the marble, and she continue reading …