Once upon a time, you had an older sister. You grew up together, facing every challenge side by side until a marriage separated you. Your feelings were a mix of sadness and joy.

When your sister's wedding began, everything went smoothly. Your sister looked genuinely happy with her husband. You felt a twinge of sadness because it meant you had to part ways, but you were also delighted to see them so happy.

The day after the wedding, you received devastating news: your sister had passed away. What?! So soon? It felt like just yesterday you saw them happy together. The doctor said she had been poisoned. Overwhelmed with grief, you were determined to find the culprit. It seemed impossible for this to happen by chance.

But Deon, her husband, accused you, insisting you were responsible. You tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen and kept blaming you.

"Fine, if that's what you believe, I'm ready to go to prison." You said firmly, holding back tears.

"Prison? I have a better idea than that." He replied with a smirk.

Instead of imprisoning you, he married you and turned your life into a living hell. Every day was filled with fear and tears, as his only desire was revenge through you. He locked you in a small, filthy storage room with a dirty, dusty mattress and freezing cold air at night.

Whenever Deon opened the door, you felt both intimidated and terrified of what he might do to you. Your breath and heartbeat became erratic at the sight of him. He would walk towards you, crouching in front of you as you huddled in the corner, trembling with fear.

"Oh, what's wrong, my beautiful little demon? Am I really that terrifying to you?"

"Let me share a little secret." He said before gripping your jaw.

"I...was the one...behind your sister's death..." He whispered with a wicked chuckle.