Revenge After Death

“You should… eat.” Steve’s hand was injured. It was obvious that someone had hurt him deliberately. Because of that, he couldn’t use cutlery. He could only raise the plate to his face in order to eat.

After a moment’s hesitation, he put down the plate. He hid in a corner and kept quiet.

I forced myself to put on a kind face and reached toward him. “Let me see your hands.”

I had to earn his trust as much as possible.

Steve was very cautious. After I stretched out my hand, he hesitated for a long time but still showed me his hands.

I took the chance to flip his hands up and down and inspect them closely. Indeed, they didn’t have the red birthmark that my murderer had.

Clearly, he wasn’t the person who actually killed me, but he was definitely related to the murderer somehow! If he wasn’t an accomplice, then he was a partner.

The serial killings, my parents‘ deaths, and the memories I lost after the accident….

There were too many truths… They blurred together, yet it felt like the answer was right on the tip of Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

my tongue.

Just what was the truth?

“Does it hurt?” I looked up at Steve, trying to win his affection.

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He was very quiet. His beautiful, large eyes were filled with innocence and warmth.

“Who did this to your fingers?” I gazed at the deep, furling wounds on the pads of each of his fingers and couldn’t stop myself from shuddering.

The Lincolns had to all be sick in the head. No matter what, they couldn’t treat him like this.

“It was to stop me… from escaping from here.” Steve pointed at the window.

I looked out of the window. We were on the third floor.

Indeed, with his fingertips like this and the unhealed burns on the soles of his feet, he couldn’t run

away.

I took a deep breath, feeling a bit angry. “You need medicine for your wounds. Or else they’ll get infected and rot!

I went to the door and screamed, “Open the door! If you want him to produce an heir, the least your could do is treat his wounds! Are you even human?” However, no one responded.

Steve just stared at me. When I began to slam the door with my hand anxiously, he finally said, ” Stephie, how did your parents die?”

“There was a car accident “I nearly blurted out.

But as soon as I said that, I tensed up.

It was Stephanie Carlson’s parents who had died in a car accident.

But Stephany Larson’s parents were still alive, as cruel as they were.

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“I was just saying that. I wish they’d die in a car accident,” I explained, attempting to cover it up.

Steve said nothing. Suddenly, he smiled.

“Stephie…” he called my name again.

I turned to face him.

“They won’t open the door.” Steve got up and slowly approached me.

Subconsciously, I was still afraid of him coming close, so I instinctually backed away.

He stopped in his tracks. He was probably afraid of frightening me.

After a long while, he spoke up, “Do you want to… leave?”

I nodded. Of course, I did. I couldn’t be locked up here to become a babymaker.

I had to leave in order to find out the truth behind everything.

“Once you get pregnant, they’ll let you out.” Steve picked up a pregnancy test and gave it to me.

I was taken aback. Although I knew he was right, how could I… I just couldn’t give birth to a murderer’s baby.

After a long silence, I turned around to observe the room we were locked in. Then, I went through every draw to find anything of value.

When I opened the first drawer, I saw two copies of a marriage certificate. It was mine–no, it was Stephany and Steve’s marriage certificate.

“Steven Lincoln? This name…” I murmured quietly. It sounded very familiar.

I tossed the marriage certificates back into the drawer. After a moment of shock, I finally processed. that those were marriage certificates! It turned out that Stephany had married this psycho!

“Stephie…” Seeing me in a daze, Steven called my name again.

I turned around while flustered. Trying to keep my cool and gentle demeanor, I asked, “W–What is it?

“I want a baby…” he said carefully like he was scared of spooking me.