Bury the Love Full of Lies Forever

For the first time in Green Heights Village, someone had emerged who could potentially subdue me. The villagers, sensing an opportunity, flocked to my doorstep.

Marvin Hartey, the same man who had previously dared to challenge me, was the first to arrive. I was crouched, dutifully washing Justin's feet.

"Wow, Alicia, this meek act is quite a sight," Marvin sneered, his eyes flicking to Justin, but his words were directed at me. "Make sure you keep up the facade. Don't let anyone catch you slipping."

Justin's body trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, as he spoke, "Come inside for a while, Alicia. Get him a glass of water."

Marvin's grin widened as he sauntered into the house, collapsing onto the sofa and crossing his legs, looking every bit the cocky guest. "Alicia, make me a cup of coffee," he demanded.

I followed him inside, closed the door, and headed towards the wardrobe.

"What are you doing? Are you deaf or something?" Marvin snapped, his annoyance clear.

I turned to face him, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across my lips.

With one swift motion, I kicked him into the wardrobe.

The man tumbled down, a series of muffled thuds echoing as he fell into the hidden chamber I had prepared meticulously beneath. I descended after him, gagging and binding him to a wooden post.

"Make another sound and I'll break a finger," I warned coolly.

Marvin's bravado evaporated; his eyes darted around the dark, damp cellar, his body trembling uncontrollably.

I removed the gag from his mouth. "How did my mother, Miranda Knightley, die?" I demanded.

Marvin rolled his eyes, thinking hard before hesitatingly answering, "She... she fell off a cliff..."

A solid wooden rod struck him, eliciting a sharp yelp of pain.

"If you don't start telling the truth, you'll be beaten without the luxury of clothes."

Marvin panicked instantly. "It was... it was a hanging!" he blurted out.

"Who did it?"

He shook his head, "I don't know."

Another sharp crack, this time with a slender rod that inflicted a stinging, acute pain. Tears streamed down his face.

"I swear, I don't know! George was the one who told us to bury Miranda. All I saw was a ligature mark on her neck. I don't know who did it!"

I retrieved his phone, found George's contact, and sent a text message before gagging him once more.