Chapter 10 - The Iron Cage
Sarah wildly raised the heavily trembling silver revolver, desperately pointing it directly and intensely at her husband's chest.
"If I ruthlessly kill you right now, it will simply just look like justified self-defense against a crazy, presumed-dead, violent intruder," she hysterically threatened him.
The husband simply and loudly laughed, a incredibly deep, booming sound that heavily echoed through the hollow concrete cavern.
Right before Sarah could foolishly pull the heavy metal trigger, a bright red laser dot suddenly and terrifyingly appeared perfectly centered in the middle of her forehead.
Three heavily armed, highly trained private security operatives confidently stepped out from the dark shadows behind him, their modern assault rifles completely raised and flawlessly aimed.
"Slowly drop the weapon right now, Sarah, or this entire situation ends incredibly poorly and permanently for you," he commanded strictly with absolute, terrifying authority.
The heavy silver revolver instantly slipped from her sweaty fingers, clattering extremely loudly against the hard, cold concrete floor.
"I brilliantly and legally transferred all the massive funds to a totally secure, untouchable new trust, officially leaving the massive estate you ruthlessly murdered me for absolutely and entirely bankrupt," he stated incredibly coldly.
Loud police sirens suddenly began to violently wail in the far distance, steadily growing significantly louder as they aggressively approached the massive front gates of the sprawling estate.
"Detective Miller is happily on his way right now with a massive stack of official arrest warrants for brutal attempted murder and highly massive financial fraud," the smug husband smiled perfectly.
Mark desperately began to loudly mumble frantically through his incredibly tight gag, pathetic tears of sheer panic streaming heavily down his severely bruised face.
Sarah weakly collapsed completely to her bare knees, painfully realizing her own insatiable greed had deeply dug her an entirely inescapable, truly permanent grave.
The heavily armed police violently and forcefully breached the massive front doors upstairs, their heavy tactical boots thundering wildly across the expensive marble floors.
The triumphant husband calmly turned his high-tech wheelchair around, smoothly and effortlessly rolling directly toward his private, secure elevator.
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"I truly hope you both deeply enjoy your miserable new lives locked away in a very small, very cold, very permanent iron cage," he whispered confidently over his strong shoulder.
The heavy steel doors of the private elevator firmly closed, entirely leaving the treacherous, defeated wife and her pathetic lover totally alone to finally face the brutal, totally unforgiving consequences of their horrific sins.
