I Called For Help In Cold Room But My Husband Called Me A Liar Chapter 14

I Called For Help In Cold Room But My Husband Called Me A Liar Chapter 14

He bound Sasha’s wrists roughly and forced her into the passenger seat before peeling out of the driveway.

The road grew darker and more isolated the farther they drove, until the car halted outside a disused factory on the eastern outskirts of town, its operational walk-in freezer standing at the rear.

Thomas dragged the bound Sasha inside the freezing unit and slammed the heavy metal door shut, locking it

from the outside.

Shaking uncontrollably, she grabbed the cheap burner phone he’d tossed onto the floor with her bound

hands.

It was a restricted device, programmed to dial only one number: Thomas’s cell.

With no other option, she pressed the call button. The ringtone echoed loudly through the freezing, empty

room.

Thomas picked up instantly. Sasha sobbed and begged into the speaker, her words incoherent with terror.

“Tom… I swear I didn’t plan any of this. I only found out Sister Cecilia was dead long after it happened.”

Thomas’s tone stayed eerily calm, unnervingly soft.

“Sasha.” The endearment rolled off his tongue tenderly, yet it sent chills of dread down her spine.

“Did you enjoy watching that video from the freezer three years ago? Since you were so captivated by it, you

can watch it on a loop for days straight now.”

On the dark freezer walls, the projector cast the brutal murder footage across the frosted ice, painting the entire room in sickly crimson light. Dallas’s wild, maniacal laughter blared out of the phone speakers,

splitting the silence.

Bound tightly with rope, Sasha squeezed her eyes shut and screamed in total breakdown.

“Turn it off! Shut it off right now! I’m sorry, Thomas, I was wrong-please let me out of here!”

On Thomas’s phone screen, he watched Sasha collapse to the concrete floor retching, traumatized by the

nonstop violent footage.

The rough binding had bitten into her wrists, fresh blood dripping down her forearms, yet she paid the injury no mind. She only stared wild-eyed at the dark corners of the freezer, screaming and hurling insults into the

empty void

“Cecilia, you worthless bitch! I’m not scared of you!”

She shook her head violently, her vacant gaze fixed on nothingness in front of her.

“Get away from me! I had you killed once, and I can do it all over again!”

The murder footage played nonstop for three full days inside the freezer.

By the fourth morning, Sasha’s mind had completely fractured. She wandered the cold space dazed, rambling in senseless delirium, fully unhinged.

Thomas unlocked the freezer door and stepped inside, staring down at her matted, disheveled form from

above.

“We’ve finished investigating everything. All proof confirms you paid to have her murdered and leaked

confidential task force information to Dallas.”

He tugged up the corner of his mouth in a smile void of any warmth.

“Congratulations. Every lie you pinned on Ceci has now been shifted squarely onto your own shoulders.”