The siren in the dungeon rings.
Cathy's eyes slam open. She looks at the clock on the wall. Along with the time, it reads, Tuesday, the twenty-fifth.
Tuesday, the twenty-fifth. It is the day she and Nathan were supposed to be going to Lake Garda for their honeymoon. But, instead of being in lake Garda, she's in here and he's dead.
He is dead, so is the subservient prisoner.
She feels renewed. Re-birthed.
With all the rage that burns alight in her belly, she will make sure that she avenges his death. No stone will be unturned. Cometh' shall be the day where Cathy Miller looks Luigi Cirelli in the eye as she twists the blade into his stomach. She will watch him bleed and gasp for air as death welcomes him into his fate.
Cometh shall be the day, but it is not today, neither is today a day of grieving. It's a day where the snake in Cathy starts to live and conquer.
