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…

fueled by sheer, psychotic adrenaline, her hands closing around my throat.

“Die,” she spat, her spit hitting my face as my vision began to darken at the edges. “Die like the trash you are.”

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. The deafening crack echoed through the kitchen, shattering a row of hanging copper pots.

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