The Cellar of Sins

When my adopted sister framed me for triggering her allergy for the ninth time, my three older brothers believed her.

To teach me a lesson, they shoved me into a narrow, airtight root cellar.

I banged desperately against the heavy cellar door, begging them to let me out.

Julian, the cold and calculating CEO, wrapped a thick chain around the door handles and locked it tight.

"You knew Maya was deathly allergic to shellfish, yet you deliberately fed it to her! Your childish pranks were bad enough, but now you're trying to take a life? Stay in there and think about what you've done!"