He had treated me well. But his family deserved nothing but ruin.
The village wedding banquet was held in the traditional style—each household sitting together at long tables, making my plan effortless.
As I toasted each guest alongside Simon, I discreetly let the poison, hidden beneath my fingernails, dissolve into the wine glasses of Willie, Erick, and Daryl. It was a common agricultural toxin, one I had learned about in chemistry class. Easily obtained, undetectable, and slow-acting.
At first, they would experience nausea and diarrhea. Within two days, their organs would shut down, and they would die in agony.
They drank with laughter, toasting my supposed good fortune.
Then, the first cramps hit.
One by one, they clutched their stomachs, their smiles twisting into grimaces of pain. The banquet erupted into chaos. The villagers, thinking it was food poisoning, scrambled to call an ambulance.
But the mountain road was too remote, and the county ambulance would take at least two or three hours to arrive.
The poisoned guests were helped back to their rooms, but soon, the sound of their pained complaints echoed from the backyard.