Framed and Furious: My Rampage Begins

My sister, Fiona Miller, has recently opened a luxury spa for business. As such, I bring Dad along to check it out.

Of course, we pick the most expensive treatment package available.

But barely a few presses from the male therapist, and Dad feels a sharp pain in his chest and can't seem to breathe properly.

All the color drains from his face, and cold sweat starts beading on his forehead.

I call the manager over, but he seems annoyed.

"Oh, he just has poor blood circulation. He'll be fine after the massage. That's just a normal reaction."

I can't believe what I'm hearing. "My father has a heart condition. What are you lot even doing to him?"

The manager, Seth Zeller, explodes as if I've insulted him and raises his voice.

"That's his own pre-existing condition. How is that our problem? We run a legitimate business here. No refunds once treatment begins. Got it?"

I gesture at the credentials displayed on the wall.

"I don't see your name anywhere up there. You're not even certified. Is this the kind of operation Fiona's running?"

Seth folds his arms across his chest, looking down his nose at us.

"I'm the boss here. You and your dad look broke as hell. I can tell you're just trying to get a free massage and walk out without paying."

"Let me spell it out for you. This package is 38,000 dollars. Adding in the cost of my emotional distress and lost time, the total is 100,000 dollars. Pay up now, or I'm having you both arrested."

A massage that almost kills Dad costs 100,000 dollars?

So that's why Fiona was suddenly so eager to open this spa. As it turns out, she and her boyfriend are running a fraud scheme.

I reach for my phone to call her, but Seth is already making a video call.

"Babe, you need to get here right now. A couple of deadbeats are trying to get a free massage and walk away without paying."

"Seth, just handle it however you see fit. Don't let trash like them ruin your day. We run a luxury spa, not a charity."

The voice coming through the video call was unmistakably Fiona Miller's. But what she said sent chills down my spine.

"You hear that, deadbeat?" Seth Zeller shot me a smug look and added, "She said that I should handle this my way."

Before I could react, he snatched my phone and threw it into a nearby water bucket. It hit the surface with a splash, and the screen went black in an instant.

Just like that, we had no way to contact anyone for help.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled.

"Teaching you scammers how things work around here, that's what," Seth spat, his voice full of malice.

Suddenly, Dad let out a choked gasp beside me, and his whole body seized up.

I quickly steadied him and saw his face turn purple while his breathing came in short, shallow gasps.

I knew it was a heart attack. And with his serious heart condition, any stress could kill him.

"Dad! Dad, what's wrong?"

I pounded on the locked glass door frantically, my voice breaking.

"Open this door right now! My dad's having a heart attack. I need to get him his medication!"

But Seth didn't look concerned at all. In fact, he pulled out his phone and started a live stream, aiming the camera at us.

He deliberately zoomed in on Dad's pain-twisted face and my desperate expression.

"Check this out, everyone. This father and son duo tried to receive treatment at our spa without paying. After we caught them, they started faking illness.

"They've even gone all out and pretended to have a heart attack. That one's acting like he's about to die. Give this man a Best Actor award."

The live stream chat exploded with comments from people who had no idea what was really happening.

"Holy crap! Are scammers really that desperate nowadays? The guy's literally playing with his life."

"This old man's acting is really convincing. It's a shame that he didn't audition to become an actor."

"Don't worry, dude. We've got your back. These losers don't deserve any mercy."

I was shaking all over with rage and screamed, "We're not scammers. I'm Fiona's older brother, and this is her father. Open this damned door right now. You won't get away with it if something happens to my father."