Synopsis
After being set up to take the fall for the adopted heiress, I became the family’s scapegoat overnight. They handed me over to a “private prison” they had secretly built, and from that day on, punishment was routine. The guards forced me to kneel on shattered glass until my knees bled raw. They shoved my head into a filthy toilet and made me drink. They pressed lit cigarettes into my back, over and over, until the skin blistered and split open.
I endured that living hell for a thousand days.
When execution day finally came, I felt the icy barrel of a gun against the back of my head. My body trembled uncontrollably. Through the one-way glass in front of me, I could make out silhouettes—my family—celebrating in the observation room. Champagne corks popped. Laughter echoed faintly through the walls.
My third brother, Miles Caldwell, leaned toward the surveillance monitor, laughing so hard he nearly doubled over. “Look at her shaking. What a joke. She really thinks she’s about to be executed for murder.”
Another voice chimed in smugly, “Hiring a few actors and dressing them up as guards was genius. We scared that so-called ‘real’ daughter into a complete wreck.”
Miles sneered. “She made our little princess cry. This entire prison was built just for her. A private playground.”
Then the gunshot rang out—a blank round—but the sound tore through my chest like it was real.
They were just about to enter and relish the sight of my humiliation when a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in my mind.
Host, are you tired of this so-called family? Transmission countdown has begun. Let them grieve over a corpse.
