Chapter 1: The Day.
The day had unfolded pleasantly, with everything seeming to fall into place. However, the serenity swiftly gave way to an unfathomable nightmare. I now find myself lying on the ground, my right leg gruesomely shattered, the milky bone protruding from my mangled flesh. The pain is unbearable, yet my brain has become a traitor, leaving me paralyzed and unable to scream for help. A man, about 10 to 15 meters away, sits motionless, his clothes tattered, and his sun-kissed blonde hair resembling a sinister sunset. He is the one responsible for my incapacitated state, wielding a metal rod that he wielded to snap my leg in an instant. I wish to avert my gaze, but my body refuses to obey, forcing me to witness the grotesque scene before me.
He holds a small knife beside him, and with horrifying precision, he mutilates my wife's ear, then brazenly consumes the fleshy morsel. I seethe with anger and madness, my heart yearning to weep and scream, but I am rendered powerless, sinking deeper into despair. Why has fate played such a cruel hand on me? Is there no divine presence to protect us? I plead internally, hoping someone, anyone, might hear my desperate cries and come to my rescue. The sound of him devouring my wife's ear echoes ominously, magnifying the horror even at this considerable distance.
I remember him now, how could I forget? But to understand fully, I must take you back to the beginning. I was once a doctor, saving lives with my skilled hands. Countless successful surgeries bolstered my confidence, but this man became my gravest mistake. It was the fateful day of July 2, 2015, when the world seemed ordinary. At noon, I had just delivered a baby, a joyful event that filled the family with happiness. Gratitude and money followed as I completed the successful operation.
As night descended, chaos invaded the hospital lobby when a boy was rushed in on a stretcher. His head was horrifically crushed, the aftermath of a car accident close to the hospital. I sprang into action, utilizing all my expertise to save him. The operation was a success, but then I was approached by a man seeking a heart transplant for his brother. I hesitated, for we had no suitable donors on the list. Desperation drove the man to offer me a hefty sum, a blank check to save his brother's life. The temptation overwhelmed me, and I greedily wrote an exorbitant amount, sealing my dark fate.
With visions of wealth dancing before my eyes, I coerced those around me into secrecy, blackmailing my assistant with threats to ruin her life if she refused to cooperate. My morality crumbled as I concealed the truth from the boy's family, stating that the situation was grave and uncertain. All for the sake of the vast fortune that awaited us.
The operation proceeded, the boy's heart beating within the man's chest. Guilt gnawed at me, but I was consumed by the prospect of unimaginable riches. We declared the boy lost, concealing the truth behind a web of lies. Tears of grief filled the hospital lobby, a stark contrast to the darkness that had consumed my soul. As I drove home, the weight of my deeds bore down on me, the horrors only just beginning.
(To be continued in the second volume)
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