“You suffered less than one–thousandth of what they endured,” he whispered. “You must die and atone for your sins.”
With that, he raised a dagger and slit their throats. Blood sprayed across the room, staining his clothes and the walls. Christian stood there, watching as the life drained from their eyes, making sure they were truly dead.
Then, without a word, he turned and walked out.
Passersby recoiled in horror at the sight of him, his clothes drenched in blood. Someone screamed. Someone else called the
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police.
Christian did not attempt to escape. When the police arrived, he confessed everything–including the bribe he had paid to switch
the donor heart.
The brutal murder case spread online like wildfire.
Christian was sentenced to death. On the day of his trial, an angry crowd gathered outside the courthouse, hurling rotten eggs and vegetables at him. He didn’t dodge. He just stood there, taking every hit.
I knew—he wanted to atone.
Minnie and I had been with him all along. If we could watch him die with our own eyes, our revenge would finally be complete.
Christian’s execution was broadcast live. The comment section flooded with curses, with people denouncing him as a monster.
The executioner pressed the syringe. Slowly, the poison entered his veins.
Christian didn’t struggle. He simply stopped breathing.
The moment he died, I felt something shift. My body suddenly felt light. Minnie and I drifted upward.
Below us, Christian’s soul emerged from his body. But while we ascended, he began to sink.
Realizing what was happening, he desperately reached for us, trying to catch up. But an unseen force dragged him downward. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t fight it.
He plummeted into the depths of hell.
His screams echoed in the wind. “I’m sorry!”
So what?
I would never forgive him.
