The Price of Love Is Death

"The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years."Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession.He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape.In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind.He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine.The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body.When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork.“George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!”George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached.“Just toss it where trash belongs.”"