After taking the blame for the Fake Heiress and going to "prison". The guards forced me to kneel on broken glass to repent every day, forced me to drink toilet water, and burned my back with cigarette butts. I struggled to support myself for a thousand days and nights, finally surviving until the day of execution. The dark muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of my head, but through the one-way glass, I saw my family in the observation room popping champagne to celebrate. My third brother Caleb pointed at the monitor screen and laughed: "Look at how this fool is shaking, she actually thinks she's going to be shot for murder." "Still Luna's idea is good, hired a few actors to wear uniforms, and scared this proud Real Heiress into a dog." "Who let her make our little princess cry? This 'private prison' is a playground built specifically for her." A shot of a Blank Cartridge, I was scared out of my wits. Just as they were preparing to come in and enjoy my ugly state of incontinence, the cold voice of the System descended: "Host, have you had enough of this so-called family love? The teleportation countdown begins, let them cry over a corpse." ... Chapter 1 I was pushed onto the Electric Chair. Cold metal hoops clamped my wrists and ankles, digging into the already festering flesh. The back of my head pressed against a cold, hard round tube. That was the muzzle of a gun. Behind me came the crisp sound of pulling the bolt, like the knuckles of Death knocking on the door. My whole body trembled uncontrollably, teeth biting my lips into a mess, the smell of blood spreading in my mouth. Is this the end? In this sunless "death row" for a thousand days. I went from screaming for justice at first, to numbly begging for food later, it took a full three years. "Scarlett, asking you one last time, do you admit your guilt?" The executioner's voice was processed by a voice changer, sounding like some kind of harsh electronic noise. I struggled to pull the corners of my mouth, voice hoarse like a broken bellows. "I... admit guilt." What can I do if I don't admit it? If I don't admit it, today's dinner will be sour swill with broken porcelain pieces. If I don't admit it, I will be dragged to the water dungeon, soaking in filthy cold water for a full twenty-four hours. If I don't admit it, that barbed whip will once again land on my back that has never healed. I'm really scared. I'm really scared of pain. "Very good." The executioner seemed satisfied with my obedience. But I felt something was wrong. The wall directly in front suddenly became transparent. That was a huge one-way glass, powered on at this moment, revealing the scene behind. Bright lights stung my eyes into a squint. After adapting to the light, I saw the people behind the glass. Those were my family. My big brother Sebastian, shaking a glass of amber liquor in his hand, a mocking smile on his lips. My third brother Caleb, pointing at me and laughing clutching his belly, laughing until tears were about to come out. Surrounded by them like the moon among stars in the middle, was that Fake Heiress, Luna. She wore an expensive haute couture gown, like a pure little angel, snuggling in Mother's arms acting spoiled. There was no jury. There were no victim's families. Only my biological parents and brothers, looking like they were watching a ridiculous circus performance. I was stunned. Even if my brain was dull due to long-term torture, I also realized something was wrong. This is not a formal execution ground. Caleb's voice came from the speaker on the wall, with undisguised mockery. "Look at how this fool is shaking, she actually thinks she's going to be shot for murder." "Still Luna's idea is good, hired a few actors to wear uniforms, and scared the proud Scarlett into this state." "Who let her make our little princess cry? This 'private prison' is a playground built specifically for her." Every word was like a heavy hammer, smashing hard on my heart. Turns out all this is fake. No murder case, no prison, no judgment. All this, just because three years ago, Luna framed me time and time again, making the family disappointed in me. Until the last time she cried saying I pushed her, causing her to fall from upstairs, Just because of her sentence "Does sister hate me", the whole family joined hands to create this hell for me. To coax this adopted daughter happy, they spent huge sums to build this basement, hired professional actors, forged everything. A full three years. Under their eyelids, I was tortured like an animal. And they, just behind this glass, while tasting red wine, while appreciating my pain. Treating this as a pastime after tea and meals. My vision blurred. Not because of tears, but because of extreme despair. Luna seemed to notice I was looking at her. She walked to the glass, picked up the microphone, voice sweet enough to make people vomit. "Sister, Happy Birthday." "This big gift, brothers prepared for a long time, do you like it?" "As long as you kneel down and kowtow three times to me, say you know you are wrong, we will let you out, okay?" She laughed tremblingly. Sebastian behind her dotingly touched her head: "Luna's heart is too soft, this kind of trash should be scared to death inside." I opened my mouth, but couldn't make a sound. A fishy sweetness surged in my throat. This is my blood relative. This is the family I desperately wanted to integrate into, wanted to please. "Execute." Father's majestic voice sounded, with a trace of impatience. "Don't delay the celebration banquet tonight." The "executioner" behind pulled the trigger again. "Bang!" A loud noise. I felt the back of my head seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, severe tinnitus instantly swallowed everything. Although it was a blank cartridge, at this distance, the huge shock wave and sound were enough to break one's heart and gall. My body jerked violently, heart contracted violently. The world began to spin, darkness surged like a tide. Just then, a cold mechanical voice exploded in my mind. [Detected host vital signs dropping rapidly.] [Detected host mental threshold collapse.] [System Activated.] [Host, have you had enough of this so-called family love?] My remaining consciousness grabbed this straw in the darkness. Enough? How could it not be enough. If there is an afterlife, I would rather be a blade of grass, a stone, than be a member of the Vanderbilt Family again. [Do you want to give up redeeming the whole Vanderbilt family and break away from this world?] [As long as this body dies, you can return to the original world and embrace a brand new life.] I want to go back. I dream of escaping here. [Good. Teleportation program started.] [Detachment begins.] [Let them cry over the corpse.] That severe pain disappeared. Replaced by an unprecedented lightness. My perspective began to rise, watching that skinny, scarred body, softly collapsed on the execution chair. That was my corpse. Also the last "gift" I left for the Vanderbilt family. Chapter 2 On this side of the one-way glass, laughter continued. "Oops, fell down, fell down!" Third brother Caleb excitedly slapped his thigh, pointing at the monitor screen laughing wildly. "Acting is not bad ah, this fall really looks like the real thing." "Estimate scared to pee right? Just that loud noise, I was scared a jump." Sebastian sipped red wine, eyes contemptuous: "Coward is coward, this bit of courage still want to compete with Luna?" Luna covered her mouth snickering, a trace of vicious pleasure flashed in her eyes. "Brothers don't say that, sister is timid after all." "But her expression just now, really so ugly, like a dead fish." They were still waiting. Waiting for the person tied to the chair to wake up after extreme panic, then cry and beg for mercy, kneel on the ground and bark like a dog. That was their preset script. But, one minute passed. Two minutes passed. The person on the execution chair remained motionless, even the rise and fall of the chest was gone. Head hung weakly, like a broken rag doll. That dead silence, penetrated through the thick soundproof glass, inexplicably seeped over. "What's going on?" Mother frowned, put down the teacup in her hand. "Why not getting up yet? Addicted to playing dead?" Caleb tsked, picked up the microphone and shouted: "Hey! Scarlett! Stop pretending!" "The play is over! Hurry up and kowtow to Luna!" No response. Only the buzzing sound of electric current came from the amplifier, and the deathly silence in that small space. Several "guard" actors behind looked at each other. They held specially made prop guns, could only make noise and slight air shock, simply couldn't kill people. "This is the actor you guys found?" Father looked at eldest son Sebastian unhappily. "Handling things no sense of propriety, scared her directly faint?" Sebastian's face couldn't hold, put the wine glass down heavily. "I go wake her up." "This damn girl, give her stairs she doesn't go down, insist on me doing it personally." He strode out of the observation room, passed through the heavy metal door, walked into the room named "Execution Ground". Caleb and Luna also followed, prepared to appreciate my embarrassment up close. Sebastian walked to me, kicked the iron leg of the execution chair. "Clang" a loud noise. "Wake up! How long you want to pretend?!" My head shook with the vibration of the chair, still didn't lift up. Messy withered yellow hair covered face, couldn't see expression. Sebastian's patience ran out. He reached out hand, grabbed my collar, wanted to lift me up. "I call you—" Voice not fallen, his hand fierce froze. Fingertip touched skin, cold like ice. Not that normal person's cool, but a kind of lost all vitality, bone-chilling coldness. And, too light. Person in hand light like a piece of paper, as if only left a handful of bones. Sebastian's heart inexplicably missed a beat. He subconsciously loosened hand. My body lost support, slid down along chair back, heavily fell on cement floor. Limbs presented a weird twisted posture, no perception. "Bro, what you doing?" Caleb walked in, disgusted covered nose. This room filled with a smell of old blood and mold. "Hurry wake up take away, this place stinks dead." Sebastian didn't speak. He dead stared at me on ground, pupil violently contract. Just now that touch... not right. That stiffness, not like pretended out. "Third, go call doctor." Sebastian's voice some hoarse. Caleb stunned a bit: "Call doctor do what? Splash basin cold water not wake?" "I let you go call doctor!!!" Sebastian suddenly roared out, veins on neck burst out. This shout, scared Luna just entered door a jump. "Big brother, what wrong with you?" Luna grievance flat mouth, "Sister pretend dead scare us, you fierce third brother for what?" Sebastian didn't ignore her. He trembling squat down, extend finger, slowly probe to under my nose. No breath. Dead general silence. He again trembling go touch my carotid artery. There a piece dead silence, even most weak beat no have. Sebastian sat on ground, face instant pale like paper. "Gone... gone." "What gone?" Caleb still outside situation, dissatisfied kicked my calf, "Hey, Scarlett, stop acting, you really think yourself movie queen ah?" "I said she no breath!!!" Sebastian fierce turn head, that eyes like a beast forced crazy. "She died! Understand ma?! She died!!!" "Died?" Caleb like heard what heaven big joke. "Big brother, you also cheated by her?" "Blank cartridge how possible beat dead person? This is specially found expert adjust prop!" He not believe evil squat down, want go pat my face. "Scarlett, almost get—" His hand touched my cheek. That cold stiff touch, let his words instant stuck in throat. Caleb also played racing car, seen blood person. Living person and dead person difference, feel on hand one touch then know. That not pretend dead can pretend out temperature. Caleb like electric shock shrink back hand, whole person bounce back, knocked over beside torture rack. Crash la la a piece sound. "How can be like this..." Caleb mumble self talk, eyes empty. "Clearly physical exam report said her body quality very good..." "Clearly this three years I let people regular give her nutrient shot..." "How possible just by one sound blank cartridge scared dead?" This time, parents always stood at door watch play also detected not right. Father big step walk in, face iron green. "Panic what! What manner!" He although say so, but footsteps also some rapid. In this special day, if really out human life, even here, also is a big trouble. Moreover, dead is his biological daughter. Although he never admitted. "Doctor ne! Still not come ma?!" Father roared. Actually no need call doctor. Second brother Julian is top surgical saint hand, today because have a important surgery late, haven't rush come. But here equipped emergency team, just to prevent "play over fire". Few people wearing white coat rushed in. They originally also hired by Vanderbilt family, usually responsible for handle my wound, ensure I can't die, can continue suffer. "Quick! Look look what happen!" Lead doctor immediately kneel check. Flip open eyelid, pupil already dilated. Stethoscope stick chest, a piece dead silence. "Defibrillator! Quick!" Doctor forehead seeped cold sweat. If acting act smashed, really make person dead, Vanderbilt family this bunch crazy people absolutely will let them bury together. "Zzz—Bang!" Current hit on my body. That withered thin like wood body bounced on ground a bit, again heavy fall. No reaction. On monitor, that straight line walked steady and despair. "Increase voltage!" Sebastian roar beside, "Give me save her back! Hear not!" He not believe. Clearly few minutes ago, she still sat there, although embarrassed, although fear, but still alive person. How possible one sound gun shot just gone? "Is it heart disease? Ah? She before have heart disease or not?!" Sebastian grab doctor collar question. Doctor scared trembling: "No... never heard ah... these years physical exam, except malnutrition and external injury, no... no found heart problem..." "Then is how matter?!" "Maybe... maybe is stress cardiomyopathy rupture... or extreme terror lead to cardiac arrest..." Doctor stammer explain. "Also means... scared dead." Scared dead. These two words like curse, echo in empty basement.
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