"You made me give Lily's heart to you! You tortured her! Now I'll return it all!"
"No!" she screamed, but he yanked her hair, forcing her to listen.
"John, you loved me! I didn't mean to—she tried to kill me first!"

"Liar!"
He slammed her against the wall.
She coughed blood, crumpling.
Cruel?
Not nearly enough.
She suffered less than I did.

I watched him take revenge—satisfied yet scornful.
If only he'd trusted me once.
Just once.
We wouldn't be here.

He regretted it now, but I was gone.
Anna curled on the floor, crawling weakly.
"Madman! John, you're insane!"
She tried to escape, but he stopped her.
"John! My friends will look for me! Let me go!"
"It's a holiday—no one's coming."
The chains only let her reach the stairs; her hopeful fingers met his crushing step.
"Ahhh! John!!"
Before fainting, Anna said what I agreed with:
"You think this will make Lily forgive you? Dream on!"
"This is just guilt! Playing the grieving brother now that she's dead!"
When Anna tortured me, I'd asked:
"Why kill me?"
She laughed, like a movie villain.
"Your mom killed my dad!"
"I wanted revenge on your whole family!"
Her dad was a trafficker.
Anna knew—but denied it.
She couldn't accept her hero was a monster, so she lied to herself.
She called John insane.
But wasn't she the same?
Anna woke three days later.
Her eyes were empty—like a doll.
I saw him drug her daily, tell stories—not understanding his goal.
Until she called him "Master."
While Anna dug a grave with her hands, he watched.
Lightning lit his face—I saw his thrill.
"Master, is this enough?" she asked innocently.
"Keep going."
His smile was chilling. I floated to the tombstone, reading the name:
"Beloved Father, Mark Lee."
It was Anna's dad's grave!
Even as a ghost, I trembled.
He meant to break her soul!
Watching Anna dig eagerly, I wanted to scream.
I was wrong!
These two deserved each other!
Both insane!
A snap of his fingers—Anna's clarity returned.
Seeing what she held—ashes or mud—she screamed.
"Ahhh!!"
"John! I'll kill you!!"
He smiled, dodging her.
"A trafficker like your dad deserves no peace—not even in death!"
In her madness, another snap made her call him "Master."
He forced her to my grave, making her kowtow.
Again and again: "I'm trash! I wronged Lily!"
Until her forehead was raw meat and blood.
Then he stopped.
For his hated sister, he could be this cruel to his love.
I felt no gratitude.
In following days, he continued.
Anna cared most about her dad's reputation.
He bought trending tags, hired trolls, exposed "Respected Mr. Lee's" crimes.
He made her read comments aloud—full of hatred.
She refused—but had to.
She also cared about her own image.
He destroyed it viciously.
Drugged her, took explicit photos with others, spread them everywhere—colleagues, friends, classmates.
Anna had no family left.
My brother, once her protector, quit her job for her, claiming she needed overseas treatment.
People praised her for having such a devoted man.
No one knew he kept her chained underground.
He told her everything.
"I ruined you—but see what they say?"
"They say I'm too good for you—that you're lucky!"
She closed her eyes; he forced them open.
"Ahhh!!"
Annoyed by her screams, he cut out her tongue.
Blood almost stained my path to reincarnation.