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When the report came, my sister was feeding me porridge. “Tsk. She got off easy. Should have skipped th
painkillers. I was hoping to draw it out longer. Such a coward.”
She calmly ordered them to dismember Jessica’s body and feed it to the crocodiles. “Let there be nothin
eft of her to find.”
The nausea returned, and I vomited again.
That night, I developed a high fever.
n my dreams, I saw my parents. They were good people. How could they have given birth to a high-IQ mons er like my sister? Seventeen years ago, when I was three, they were tricked and brought here. They refuse to submit, and they were killed for it. Leaving me and my eight-year-old sister behind.
From that day on, to protect me, my sister obeyed them. She fought and clawed her way up, suffering unim aginable horrors, until she earned their trust and they sent her abroad to be educated. And I was the least they kept around her neck.
When she returned, she found me and learned that I had nearly been assaulted. She went mad. She used her viciousness and her intellect to climb, to crush every last one of them. Three years later, on my eighteenth birthday, she promised me a life of carefree happiness.
But I knew that happiness was built on the blood and flesh of innocent people. I was terrified. I begged her to take me away. That was the first time she ever hit me. She said the outside world was not what I imagined. Here, I had education, luxury. Why would I want to leave?
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That night, I swallowed a bottle of poison. She nearly went insane, racing me to the best hospital in the city. She crashed the car on the way and was brought in on a stretcher alongside me. I was lucky. I survived. While she was still unconscious, I ran. The doctors, unable to handle her rage when she awoke and found me gone, told her I had died. She didn’t believe them-there was no body-but her rampage attracted the police, and she had to flee.
In my dream, I heard her whispering to me now. How she had never stopped looking for me. How she thank- ed God for bringing me back to her.
But sister, our sins are too great.
Tears streamed down my face. A gentle hand wiped them away.
‘From now on, you will take care of him.”
When I woke, I learned she had hired a professional caretaker to nurse me back to health. But this womar had secrets. She would put something in my soup late at night, then hide in the bathroom to make phone
calls. One day, I poured out the soup and listened.
She was an undercover officer. She was here to save the people trapped in the compound.
smiled. Finally, a way to atone.
