Frozen Justice for My Abuser
Language: en
He walked perfectly in my footprints just to avoid stepping in the deep snow, and then, inevitably, he slipped. He blamed me. He claimed I had packed the snow down too hard, making it slick. He demanded fifty thousand dollars in damages. It didn't stop there. He bled me dry. Through a relentless campaign of harassment, he cost me my job, drained my savings, and finally, in a fit of manufactured rage, shoved me into an open excavation trench at a construction site. I was knocked unconscious. I froze to death in the dark. And then, I woke up. I respawned at the exact moment before we walked…