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The Monster and His Mockery

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 707    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

ough the soles of your shoes. Colored lights sliced through the artificial smoke, glinting off bottles of li

duffel bag on the floor. The money was supposed to be for Sarah. His wife. It was the money from selling their hous

ng through a tube, her world shrunk to the spac

kini top of the woman sitting on his lap. Her name was L

o generou

our it into glasses. He shook it, spraying the sticky, expensive liquid ove

and he knew it. A show f

r a second. Two figures stood there, looking completely out of place in the sea of flashi

' s parents,

ecoiled as if she'd been struck, her hand flying to her mouth. Mr. Smith, a pr

a path clearing before them as

voice was a raw whispe

. He took a long drink direc

ap, shifted uncomfortabl

slow, deliberate motion. A cru

ble, his voice loud enough for everyo

s bottle in

r the music. "Drinks are on me! A toast! To my de

cheered. But those closer to the table

us red. "You bastard. That' s her mone

sound. He looked directly at his mothe

doctors said so themselves. We sold the house to pay

body shaking. She stepped f

e need to... we need to talk." Her plea was soft, a stark contrast to the brutal noise of t

as if it were a piece of garbage. He

but it was firm, dismissiv

ard, her husband catching

e background. The only sound was

back on them, pu

ered a waiter, his voice cold a

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“The club's bass vibrated through Mark' s bones as he showered the squalling women with champagne. His wife, Sarah, lay miles away in a hospital bed, kept alive by tubes after a hit-and-run, the money from their house sale meant for her treatment now being thrown away on a lavish display. Suddenly, Sarah' s parents, the Smiths, stood before him, their faces etched with grief. They watched in horror as he publically humiliated them, throwing crumpled bills at his kneeling mother-in-law, even striking the woman on his lap. "You bastard. That' s her money! That' s the money for her treatment!" Mr. Smith roared, his face red with fury. Then, with chilling indifference, Mark told them Sarah was a vegetable and would die soon, revealing an "inoperable tumor." Mrs. Smith collapsed, bleeding from her mouth. The city exploded with outrage as videos of "MarkTheMonster" went viral, but he reveled in the hatred, driving straight to the hospital. There, Mr. Smith launched himself at Mark, screaming, "You killed her! Sarah is dead! And it' s your fault!" But when the doctor confirmed Sarah's death, Mark threw his head back and laughed, "Oh, thank God! I'm free!" He celebrated, declaring himself released from the burden of his wife, a woman who, in her dying breath, had recorded a message forgiving him and telling him to be happy. Then, in an unthinkable act, Mark pulled back the sheet from Sarah' s gurney and slapped her lifeless face, hissing, "You were more than a burden. You were a leech." The crowd erupted, consuming Mark in a storm of vigilante justice. As police intervened, Mark, battered but lucid, dropped a bombshell on Captain Miller. "How can I have killed a woman who isn' t actually dead?" he asked, pointing a bloody finger at the doctor. He accused Dr. Evans of fraud and attempted murder, revealing Sarah' s "injuries" were a minor concussion. He then pulled out Sarah' s real medical records and a recording implicating Mrs. Smith in funding the hit-and-run, claiming the Smiths had already conspired to kill his first wife, Ava. Just as the Smiths and Dr. Evans were cuffed, Sarah sat up, confirming the elaborate charade.”
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