I Sent My Sister To Hell
My older sister was always kind-hearted, while I was born a natural troublemaker.
When the intense heatwave struck, our family stocked up on supplies and stayed indoors.
My sister saw a little boy, who seemed about seven or eight years old, crying and asking for help. She decided to take him in.
“We’ve plenty of supplies anyway. One more person won’t make much difference. Besides, he’s just a child.”
I warned her that the boy looked oddly mature and might not be as innocent as he seemed. I suggested we observe him a bit longer.
She said I was a cold-hearted troublemaker by nature. Then, she went and let him in anyway.
Not just that, but she also convinced our mother to force me to share a room with the boy.
That night, the scheming “little boy” secretly climbed into my bed.
I was brutally assaulted. Yet my sister told me to let bygones be bygones and marry him.
To force me to obey, she locked me out on the balcony at over 140 °F.
Enraged, I set a fire and killed everyone.
When I opened my eyes again and saw my sister safe and unharmed, I smiled.
This time, I would show them what a troublemaker really was.