Justice Served Cold

Justice Served Cold

Gavin

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My 18th birthday was supposed to be a celebration, a chance for my biological family, the Hewitts, to finally accept me. Living in their lavish Napa Valley winery, I desperately hoped for their love, despite being cast aside for their adopted daughter, Nicole. But the party turned into a nightmare when Nicole burst in, smeared with fake blood, dramatically accusing me of hiring men to hurt her. The room erupted. My "parents" looked at me with disgust, my brother Andrew, the one I' d longed for a bond with, unleashed his fury. He beat me, kicking me as I collapsed, while my father watched indifferently and my mother prepared to institutionalize me. They dragged me out like trash, sending me to Dr. Albright' s "behavioral correction facility" – a private asylum for inconvenient children. I felt a deeper pain than any physical blow; the betrayal was absolute, the injustice unbearable. How could they believe such a monstrous lie? How could my own family turn on me so viciously, so easily? They broke Molly there, with every needle and shock, every whispered lie, until, on the brink of sexual assault, her gentle spirit gave way. But a whisper echoed in my mind: "Stella... make them pay." That night, Molly died, and I, Stella, was born, ready to exact a chilling revenge.

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My 18th birthday was supposed to be a celebration, a chance for my biological family, the Hewitts, to finally accept me.

Living in their lavish Napa Valley winery, I desperately hoped for their love, despite being cast aside for their adopted daughter, Nicole.

But the party turned into a nightmare when Nicole burst in, smeared with fake blood, dramatically accusing me of hiring men to hurt her.

The room erupted.

My "parents" looked at me with disgust, my brother Andrew, the one I' d longed for a bond with, unleashed his fury.

He beat me, kicking me as I collapsed, while my father watched indifferently and my mother prepared to institutionalize me.

They dragged me out like trash, sending me to Dr. Albright' s "behavioral correction facility" – a private asylum for inconvenient children.

I felt a deeper pain than any physical blow; the betrayal was absolute, the injustice unbearable.

How could they believe such a monstrous lie? How could my own family turn on me so viciously, so easily?

They broke Molly there, with every needle and shock, every whispered lie, until, on the brink of sexual assault, her gentle spirit gave way.

But a whisper echoed in my mind: "Stella... make them pay."

That night, Molly died, and I, Stella, was born, ready to exact a chilling revenge.

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