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There are too many dark corners in this world. As insignificant as ants, people like us did not have much power.I couldn’t fight them, and I had no control over my own life. So, the only thing I could do was make a bigger impact.I secretly bought the rat poison myself. At least I was still a student, which gave me an identity that allowed me to do more. All I could manage was to take them down with me. The facts were undeniable. The website administrator was extradited back to the country. Due to the massive sums involved and the serious nature of the crimes, everyone who participated in the transactions was arrested. It was a long and tedious process, and because of that, my case was put on hold. They had to wait until every piece of evidence was secured before passing judgment. During this time, I was held in solitary confinement. Ms. Jackson and Sergeant Keller took turns visiting me to provide psychological counseling. Even the girls I had rescued came by to encour
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However, the victims’ families didn’t see it that way. Even though Uncle Mike’s entire family was dead, Aunt Rachel’s relatives had a different opinion. They called me vile names and even went online to claim that I was born to be a disgrace. Sergeant Keller had no words and left quietly. When I found out about all this, I wasn’t bothered. It was just one life. I had already accepted my fate. My lawyers contacted me, asking if I wanted to prepare a defense, but I told them there was no need. I knew full well how many lives I had taken. Public opinion was divided. Some believed my actions were justified, and that I was seeking revenge and standing for justice. Others insisted that no matter the reason, I should have sought legal recourse instead of taking lives. My case garnered widespread attention, and I grew weary of waiting for the trial day after day. When Ms. Jackson visited again, she brought me a modernized gown. I slipped it on under my coat. Even wit
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On the other side of the room, Aunt Rachel's family stood in the corner, clearly agitated by the support I was receiving."Annabelle is nothing but a natural-born lowlife. She wanted it herself. Otherwise, why did it take her so many years to fight back?" one of Rachel's relatives sneered."Rachel raised her, and she turned out to be an ungrateful snake! We..."Before the person could finish, a rotten egg came flying from somewhere and landed squarely on her face. She shrieked, "Who did that?!"More rotten eggs and wilted vegetables followed."You're a family of criminals! The clothes you're wearing were bought with the blood and tears of those girls! The money you spent came from their suffering!""Your family got what they deserved!""Annabelle is a hero bringing justice!"Rachel's family was mobbed by the enraged crowd, like rats scurrying through the streets.Outside the courthouse, chaos reigned. As the police escorted me inside, I heard Ms. Jackson calling out, "Annabell
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When the police arrived, I was still finishing the job. The blade was buried deep in my cousin's stomach, and when I pulled it out, blood splattered all over my face. Even the officers, who had seen their fair share of murder scenes, couldn't help but gasp. Calmly, I placed the knife down, walked toward them, and extended my hands. "Take me in. I made the call." Captain Jefferson froze. He could not believe that I had killed all three tables of bodies. "You? Annabelle? Are you kidding me?" He knew me. When my parents passed away, it was he who handled the case. Back then, when my relatives stormed into the house fighting over the inheritance, and my uncle brandished a kitchen knife, he was the officer who diffused the situation. Now, seeing me drenched in blood, his expression was a mix of shock and confusion. Even after I was taken to the interrogation room and the forensic team reconstructed the crime scene, Captain Jefferson was still in disbelief. "Ann
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Ms. Jackson left reluctantly, turning back with every step. I closed my eyes in the interrogation room, resting calmly. If they thought uncovering the truth would be easy, they were in for disappointment. After all, I was the killer. When the first round of questioning ended, it was time for dinner. Captain Jefferson brought me a bowl of Alfredo pasta. Seeing the steaming meal, my eyes stung unexpectedly. He noticed my reaction and chuckled. "Eat up, kid. Pasta isn’t as good when they get cold." "Yeah. Pasta goes bad when they’re cold. Just like people—once they're completely cold, there's no saving them. And when the heart dies, there's no bringing it back either, right?" Hearing me speak so much for the first time, Captain Jefferson perked up. "Tell me, how’ve you been living all these years?" I inhaled my food and answered quietly, "School, home, back and forth. Nothing special." "Your uncle’s just a retired factory worker. Your aunt doesn’t have a job. And you
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At this point, the families of the victims were relentless, contacting the media and demanding the death penalty for me. They wanted justice. Some even stormed the police station, shouting that I should pay with my life. The mounting public and media attention placed immense pressure on the police. Three days later, Captain Jefferson finally came to see me. He placed a cup of water in front of me and then handed over a folder of documents. My brows furrowed tightly as I saw the contents. "Annabelle, your academic record is impressive. You won multiple scholarships, worked part-time jobs, and were even recognized as an outstanding graduate. Were you that desperate for money? "We found out that throughout your four years in college, you held multiple part-time jobs—sometimes three at once. Yet your bank account only has three thousand dollars left. "You could’ve landed a great job after graduation. With your qualifications, any top company would’ve hired you. So why re
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Tears welled up in my eyes as I dug out the darkest memories buried in my heart. "Sergeant Keller, you saved me five years ago. I was about to jump off that bridge when you pulled me back."Back then, I had lost all hope. Even though I knew you were a police officer, I didn’t dare believe justice was possible. Without evidence, I couldn’t expose them."However, you told me that as long as the sun shines, darkness will eventually be driven away."Well, I survived. I pretended to be obedient. Every day after school, I came home only to be violated again and again. My aunt would sit outside, smiling as she chatted with the neighbors, watching man after man enter my room."Afterward, she’d force-feed me birth control pills. I tried to fight back. I tried not to come home. But they always found me and threatened to destroy my reputation if I didn’t return. "So, instead of living like that, I decided to kill them all!" My words left the officers visibly shaken. "What about you
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"A top student with excellent grades and character, receiving multiple scholarships, including the national inspirational scholarship, for four consecutive years. Why would she throw away such a bright future to become a murderer? There must be more to the story!" "I think her physical health is fine, but she must have psychological trauma." "I was Annabelle's classmate in high school. There was a time when her mental state was extremely unstable. She would often hide and cry in secret. I even saw scars on her wrist!" "When I asked her about it, she wouldn't say anything. She just seemed withdrawn and gloomy." "Looking back now, she was probably repressing something awful." "I refuse to believe she'd kill anyone without reason. If she did, she must have been forced into a corner!" "Her cousin Pete barely managed to get into a mediocre college. After graduation, all he did was play video games. The entire family lived off her inheritance from Annabelle’s parents. Annab
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On the other side of the room, Aunt Rachel's family stood in the corner, clearly agitated by the support I was receiving."Annabelle is nothing but a natural-born lowlife. She wanted it herself. Otherwise, why did it take her so many years to fight back?" one of Rachel's relatives sneered."Rachel raised her, and she turned out to be an ungrateful snake! We..."Before the person could finish, a rotten egg came flying from somewhere and landed squarely on her face. She shrieked, "Who did that?!"More rotten eggs and wilted vegetables followed."You're a family of criminals! The clothes you're wearing were bought with the blood and tears of those girls! The money you spent came from their suffering!""Your family got what they deserved!""Annabelle is a hero bringing justice!"Rachel's family was mobbed by the enraged crowd, like rats scurrying through the streets.Outside the courthouse, chaos reigned. As the police escorted me inside, I heard Ms. Jackson calling out, "Annabell
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However, the victims’ families didn’t see it that way. Even though Uncle Mike’s entire family was dead, Aunt Rachel’s relatives had a different opinion. They called me vile names and even went online to claim that I was born to be a disgrace. Sergeant Keller had no words and left quietly. When I found out about all this, I wasn’t bothered. It was just one life. I had already accepted my fate. My lawyers contacted me, asking if I wanted to prepare a defense, but I told them there was no need. I knew full well how many lives I had taken. Public opinion was divided. Some believed my actions were justified, and that I was seeking revenge and standing for justice. Others insisted that no matter the reason, I should have sought legal recourse instead of taking lives. My case garnered widespread attention, and I grew weary of waiting for the trial day after day. When Ms. Jackson visited again, she brought me a modernized gown. I slipped it on under my coat. Even wit
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There are too many dark corners in this world. As insignificant as ants, people like us did not have much power.I couldn’t fight them, and I had no control over my own life. So, the only thing I could do was make a bigger impact.I secretly bought the rat poison myself. At least I was still a student, which gave me an identity that allowed me to do more. All I could manage was to take them down with me. The facts were undeniable. The website administrator was extradited back to the country. Due to the massive sums involved and the serious nature of the crimes, everyone who participated in the transactions was arrested. It was a long and tedious process, and because of that, my case was put on hold. They had to wait until every piece of evidence was secured before passing judgment. During this time, I was held in solitary confinement. Ms. Jackson and Sergeant Keller took turns visiting me to provide psychological counseling. Even the girls I had rescued came by to encour
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“So, tell me, what should I do to escape from these people?“Also, those people who came knocking for fun? Every single one of them watched me grow up. Yet, they just stood there and destroyed me, joining in as if it were entertainment. Why should I stay here? Why should I ever think of repaying them?“The only thing I could do was make sure they died!“They’ve made more money than they could ever spend, but they left me in darkness, crushed under their feet. So tell me, what good is calling the cops?”My voice echoed through the room, demanding answers. Sergeant Keller stood in stunned silence. Even though they already knew what the Wagners had done to me, hearing it from my own mouth, exposing the raw, bloody truth, was something none of them could handle. My so-called intent for murder? It was nothing but revenge and justice for those other girls. The police launched a late-night investigation, tracing the entire operation up and down the supply chain. Soon after, they
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"A top student with excellent grades and character, receiving multiple scholarships, including the national inspirational scholarship, for four consecutive years. Why would she throw away such a bright future to become a murderer? There must be more to the story!" "I think her physical health is fine, but she must have psychological trauma." "I was Annabelle's classmate in high school. There was a time when her mental state was extremely unstable. She would often hide and cry in secret. I even saw scars on her wrist!" "When I asked her about it, she wouldn't say anything. She just seemed withdrawn and gloomy." "Looking back now, she was probably repressing something awful." "I refuse to believe she'd kill anyone without reason. If she did, she must have been forced into a corner!" "Her cousin Pete barely managed to get into a mediocre college. After graduation, all he did was play video games. The entire family lived off her inheritance from Annabelle’s parents. Annab
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Tears welled up in my eyes as I dug out the darkest memories buried in my heart. "Sergeant Keller, you saved me five years ago. I was about to jump off that bridge when you pulled me back."Back then, I had lost all hope. Even though I knew you were a police officer, I didn’t dare believe justice was possible. Without evidence, I couldn’t expose them."However, you told me that as long as the sun shines, darkness will eventually be driven away."Well, I survived. I pretended to be obedient. Every day after school, I came home only to be violated again and again. My aunt would sit outside, smiling as she chatted with the neighbors, watching man after man enter my room."Afterward, she’d force-feed me birth control pills. I tried to fight back. I tried not to come home. But they always found me and threatened to destroy my reputation if I didn’t return. "So, instead of living like that, I decided to kill them all!" My words left the officers visibly shaken. "What about you
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At this point, the families of the victims were relentless, contacting the media and demanding the death penalty for me. They wanted justice. Some even stormed the police station, shouting that I should pay with my life. The mounting public and media attention placed immense pressure on the police. Three days later, Captain Jefferson finally came to see me. He placed a cup of water in front of me and then handed over a folder of documents. My brows furrowed tightly as I saw the contents. "Annabelle, your academic record is impressive. You won multiple scholarships, worked part-time jobs, and were even recognized as an outstanding graduate. Were you that desperate for money? "We found out that throughout your four years in college, you held multiple part-time jobs—sometimes three at once. Yet your bank account only has three thousand dollars left. "You could’ve landed a great job after graduation. With your qualifications, any top company would’ve hired you. So why re
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Ms. Jackson left reluctantly, turning back with every step. I closed my eyes in the interrogation room, resting calmly. If they thought uncovering the truth would be easy, they were in for disappointment. After all, I was the killer. When the first round of questioning ended, it was time for dinner. Captain Jefferson brought me a bowl of Alfredo pasta. Seeing the steaming meal, my eyes stung unexpectedly. He noticed my reaction and chuckled. "Eat up, kid. Pasta isn’t as good when they get cold." "Yeah. Pasta goes bad when they’re cold. Just like people—once they're completely cold, there's no saving them. And when the heart dies, there's no bringing it back either, right?" Hearing me speak so much for the first time, Captain Jefferson perked up. "Tell me, how’ve you been living all these years?" I inhaled my food and answered quietly, "School, home, back and forth. Nothing special." "Your uncle’s just a retired factory worker. Your aunt doesn’t have a job. And you
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When the police arrived, I was still finishing the job. The blade was buried deep in my cousin's stomach, and when I pulled it out, blood splattered all over my face. Even the officers, who had seen their fair share of murder scenes, couldn't help but gasp. Calmly, I placed the knife down, walked toward them, and extended my hands. "Take me in. I made the call." Captain Jefferson froze. He could not believe that I had killed all three tables of bodies. "You? Annabelle? Are you kidding me?" He knew me. When my parents passed away, it was he who handled the case. Back then, when my relatives stormed into the house fighting over the inheritance, and my uncle brandished a kitchen knife, he was the officer who diffused the situation. Now, seeing me drenched in blood, his expression was a mix of shock and confusion. Even after I was taken to the interrogation room and the forensic team reconstructed the crime scene, Captain Jefferson was still in disbelief. "Ann
