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The 21st Birthday Loop

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 648    |    Released on: 21/06/2025

aned heavily on a cane, her face pale and drawn. She had been "s

d, her voice thin but carrying auth

tion wasn' t for me. It was for the family' s reputa

this to me again. I lunged past Mary, grabbing the heavy iron fireplace poke

t think she possessed, steppe

the side of the head wit

surprised sound, her eyes wide. She swaye

m went

common plant extract she was severely allergic to, had weakened he

ozen. Then Caleb let out a ro

d, his face turning a blotchy

ribs. I fell to the floor, curling into a ball as he kicked me over and over. The party guests

es bloody. He looked down at me, his ey

so much?" he snarled. "Y

on the floor. He threw me down the basement stairs, the same basement from my

pped in front of Caleb. A mother protecting her son. But as she fell, her eyes had met mine. There was no lo

' ll never

pped me, ev

d cooked thousands of meals, washed mountains of laundry, tended to e

door, low and menacing, c

ith rage. "I' m going to keep you down here. I' m going to make you wi

n a lock echoed in the darkn

eb, honey, come away from there. Let' s... let' s call

the promise of a suffering far worse than my first life. I

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“For sixteen years, I was a phantom in the Miller house, my entire existence centered on raising Caleb. My destiny was sealed: on his 21st birthday, I was to become his wife, a debt my family couldn't pay. In my first agonizing life, that wedding day led to a decade of imprisonment in their dark basement, then a horrific sale to the depraved Scrap Yard Joe, who brutally murdered me and my two young daughters. But then, a miracle: I jolted awake, it was Caleb' s 21st birthday party again. I was back. This time, I vowed to escape, coldly telling Caleb the "deal was off." His fury, fueled by his new girlfriend Chloe, erupted. They dragged me to their root cellar, where Chloe actively tried to crush me with cinder blocks. Escaping a terrifying encounter with Scrap Yard Joe, Chloe's eerie accomplice from my past, I returned to the party only to be publicly framed. A panicked confrontation led to the tragic, accidental death of Caleb' s mother-a death later revealed to be orchestrated by Chloe' s slow poison. I was beaten, battered, and finally, locked in the basement again as Chloe set it on fire, intending to burn me alive. Lying amidst the flames, every fiber of my being screamed. Why had my attempt at freedom only resulted in such a brutal, fiery trap? Was this wretched family, and the ghosts of my past, truly inescapable? Yet, fate had a cruel twist. I miraculously survived, forcing Caleb to believe me dead, consumed by guilt. He began a meticulous, horrifying revenge on Chloe, mirroring the torment I endured. Then, in the climax of his depravity, just as he raised a hunting knife over Chloe' s pregnant belly, a scarred, living ghost walked into the room: Me. And his world shattered.”
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