The Tormented Wife in the Steamer
My husband's first love was scalded by boiling water. To punish me, he forced me into a customized steamer half my height, turned the heat to its highest setting, and sealed me inside.
"I'll make you feel the pain Jessica suffered a thousand times over!"
Trapped in the suffocating space, my breath came in ragged gasps. Heat seared my skin, and my body felt as though it would melt. I sobbed, begging him for mercy. "Please! I'm going to die!"
But he didn't look back. Holding his beloved in his arms, he walked away. He even locked the door after he left the room.
"Don't worry, you won't die. This is the only way you'll understand Jessica's pain."
Despair swallowed me whole. I screamed, my voice raw, but the boiling water beneath me splashed up, scalding my skin, stealing even the strength to cry.
He left the country with Jessica that same night. A week passed before he finally remembered my existence.
"That wretched woman must have learned her lesson by now. Let her out."
What he didn't know was that the water had long since boiled away, the heat had faded, and inside the steamer, my corpse lay rotting—swarmed with maggots.