As I started to feel lightheaded, the maids helped me sit down, urging me to take deep breaths.
I managed to steady myself, trying to regain some composure, when one of the bodyguards entered, holding a small box decorated with a ribbon.
He handed it to me, saying it had been addressed specifically for me.
I took the box, feeling a strange chill run down my spine. With trembling fingers, I opened it, and the sight inside made my blood run cold. Lying in the box was a dead cat, brutally mutilated, with blood seeping through the cardboard and dripping onto the floor.
I dropped the box in horror, nausea rising within me.
As the maids hurried to clean up, my phone lit up again. With shaking hands, I checked the screen, only to see another email from the same sender.
“Do you like my gift?”
The words mocked me, taunting me with a cruel playfulness. My hands trembled as I clutched the phone, my heart racing. The fear I felt was unlike anything I’d ever known, yet it was quickly overtaken by a surge of anger.
Who dares mess with me?
I called the bodyguards, my voice steadier than I felt. “Find out who delivered this box,” I ordered. "Search every corner and don’t come back until you find them!"