In the world of bustling jobs, towering cities, and restless citizens, humanity finds itself entangled in chaos. Amidst the ceaseless march of technological advancements, economic turmoil, and the grim echoes of wars, emotions remain a tangled web of joy, sorrow, betrayal, and vengeance. But no one has ever faced a story quite like this—a man whose life spiraled into the abyss, a man who embraced the living hell before his inevitable descent. This is the tale of David.
David was once an ordinary man, a married American with a seemingly perfect life. His wife, Linda, was not just his partner but his childhood friend, the one who had walked beside him through the years of innocence and dreams. It was Linda who had proposed to David in their first year of college, a moment that had once felt like the pinnacle of love. After finishing their studies, they married and embarked on their journey together. David, ambitious and talented, secured a prestigious job at Google as a general manager, ensuring a luxurious lifestyle for both of them. Their home was filled with comfort, their future seemed secure, and yet, something insidious crept beneath the surface.
David worked tirelessly, drowning himself in deadlines, meetings, and responsibilities. He was a man consumed by his career, and in his relentless pursuit of success, he unknowingly neglected the woman who had once meant everything to him. Linda longed for warmth, for intimacy, for the affection that had gradually faded from their marriage. Nights passed in cold silence, passion replaced by distance, love eroded by loneliness. David, blind to her growing dissatisfaction, believed his efforts at work were enough, but in doing so, he failed to see the storm brewing right in his home.
Then came the night that shattered his world.
David returned home after an exhausting day, expecting nothing but the familiar silence that had become his norm. He called out to Linda—no response. As he trudged through the hallway, fatigue weighing heavily on him, a strange sound caught his attention. Muffled noises. Heavy breathing. A rhythmic, carnal echo that sent a chill down his spine. With hesitant steps, he pushed open the bedroom door, and what he saw sent his heart into a violent tempest of agony.
Linda. Naked. Writhing beneath another man.
Not just any man. His own brother, James.
The sight burned itself into his soul, scorching away any last remnants of love or hope. His breath caught in his throat, his limbs trembled, his heart pounded against his ribs in sheer disbelief. The betrayal was a blade slicing through his very being, cutting deeper than any wound could. He wanted to scream, to rage, to demand an answer—but his voice failed him. Instead, he turned away, his legs carrying him out of the house before his mind could even process the agony fully.
Outside, the heavens wept for him. Rain poured in torrents as he stumbled into his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel with a force that turned his knuckles white. His vision blurred with tears, his chest heaved with silent screams. He could not comprehend the cruelty of it all. Linda, the woman he had loved beyond reason. James, the brother he had trusted with his life. How could they do this? How could they tear his soul apart and leave him bleeding in the storm?
His torment consumed him so fully that he didn't notice the blaring horn, the blinding headlights piercing through the rain. A monstrous lorry hurtled toward him, but by the time he registered it, it was too late.
The impact was brutal.
His body was flung across the pavement, rolling like a broken doll, his flesh tearing, his bones shattering. Blood pooled beneath him, his consciousness fading as pain swallowed him whole. In his final moments of wakefulness, he cursed the gods, the heavens, the cruel twist of fate that had reduced his existence to nothing but suffering. And then, darkness.
When he awoke, he was in a hospital bed.
The room smelled of antiseptic and despair. Tubes ran through his arms, machines beeped beside him, and his body felt like it had been hollowed out, drained of all that once made him human. And then he saw it—the empty space where his legs had been. Gone. Just like his dignity. Just like his hope.
Days passed in a haze of pain and silence. Then Linda came.
She stood by his bedside, her face unreadable, but her words pierced through him like a thousand knives.
"I'm sorry for cheating on you, David, but now there's nothing I can do. You weren't there when I needed you. When you had your legs, you never made me happy. How can you make me happy now?"
She didn't wait for a response. There was nothing to say. The woman he had sacrificed everything for had already moved on. His pain meant nothing to her. His suffering was inconsequential. She turned and left, leaving him to drown in the abyss of his own despair.
His parents came next, but not for love. Not for comfort. They came to discuss wealth, inheritance, how his condition would affect their financial status. The last vestiges of warmth in his life crumbled into dust. He had no one. Nothing. No reason to keep breathing.
But there was one thing left.
Vengeance.
With a heart blackened by pain, David made a call. A voice on the other end answered, cold and professional. A deal was struck. Two hundred million dollars in exchange for justice—his justice. The execution of Linda. Of James. Of the very parents who had discarded him like a broken tool. The world had stripped him of everything; now he would take from it in return.
Days passed. Then the call came.
"It's done. Turn on the news."
With trembling hands, David reached for the remote, his pulse a steady drum of anticipation. The screen flickered to life, the news anchor's voice filling the room. Reports of gruesome deaths. An entire family slaughtered. Their faces flashed on the screen—Linda, James, his parents. Gone. Their existence erased, just as they had erased his.
A sick satisfaction coursed through him, a grim smile twitching at his lips. But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. His soul was already lost.
Two days later, he made his final request.
"Take me to the top floor," he told the nurse.
The sun was rising, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, but David felt nothing. He wheeled himself to the edge of the building, his mind replaying every torment, every betrayal. His body, once powerful and whole, now reduced to nothing but a shadow of what it had been.
He took one last breath. And then he let go.
As he fell, the wind howled around him, his voice lost in its fury. In his final moments, he asked the heavens, "Why? What did I do to deserve this?"
No answer came.
The impact was instant. Bones shattered. Blood painted the pavement. The man who had once been kind, hopeful, filled with dreams, was now nothing more than a crimson stain on the streets of America.
And so, David's tale came to an end—from a gentle soul to a damned spirit, lost in the depths of a life that had forsaken him.