Who would have thought that when my nephew grew up, he would turn out to be a super-masculine child? His super-masculine genes manifested, and he ended up teaming up with thugs to rape and kill a young girl. Finally, he was sentenced to death by firing squad.
On the night the court's verdict was issued, Paisley, who was usually timid, found her way to my bedside. She raised a chopper and slashed at me while muttering in a crazed tone, "It's all your fault! That low-quality formula ruined my son, leading to his death. You killed my son. Now you have to pay with your life!"
As Paisley swung the chopper down, all I could see was her twisted face and the glint of the blade in the moonlight. The intense pain surged through me, and I closed my eyes forever.
For five whole hours, Paisley dismembered me and fed the pieces to the pigs. As for my bones, she and my mother tied them to a heavyweight at night and sank them into the river.
After they finished everything, Paisley kept cursing me, "We never should have trusted you, you wretched thing. My son could have been an outstanding person, but you destroyed him and all our hope."