Revenge After Death

"Come on, Stephie," Steven grabbed my wrist as I attempted to leave.

Before Joel, who was outside the door, could enter the house, Steven kicked the door shut, trapping Joel outside.

Startled by his frustration, I asked in puzzlement, "What do you want—"

"I want to lock you up... in the basement, where I'll be the only one knowing of your existence," Steven's voice was hoarse as if suppressing his emotions.

He pressed me against the corner, enveloping me with a pressuring demeanor.

I had never seen him like this before; and honestly, I was rather scared by his current behavior.

It reminded me of what Mom wrote in her log, how Steven had imprisoned Stephanie in the basement and abused her.

"Y-You're not serious, are you?" I asked shakily.

Steven pulled me into his arms, sighing softly.

"Stephie... I just want you to live a normal life, with friends like Rachel, and a normal... husband and children. Spending the rest of your life happily, safely, without worries." "I'll give you that regardless of the price to pay... " Steven added softly.

this was Steven's biggest

inexplicably raced as I listened, leaning against his chest and feeling

wish, as if he had always seen himself as

go of me? Or perhaps, he

I instinctively clutched Steven's shirt and asked, "You still don't believe that I'm Stephanie Carlson, do you? Must I recite the pi thing to prove it?" Steven ruffled my hair without answering. Though it was

sense of security

to test me... " I

husband is a genius, isn't he? So you

startled me, and I realized that my numb

from my angry steps earlier

his arms, as though I

that it was his formidable strength that made me feel so

kidnapping incident, I was physically and mentally

me on the

had a severe headache and felt drowsy, slipping into a series

truly believe she can comprehend love