The Ordeal I Went Through in a Freezer

My eyes were bloodshot as I shook my head and repeatedly slammed my elbows against the freezer door over and over, desperate to break free on my own.

Above me, Sam's expression darkened with fury. He loomed over the freezer where I was trapped and looked down at me with disdain. "Then stay in there until you know what you've done wrong. Don't call for me until you've learned your lesson."

Beside him, Nancy stood with a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips, though her voice trembled with false innocence. "Sam, I'm afraid… What if she tries to hurt me again tonight? Maybe I shouldn't stay here. I'll just go back home."

Sam glanced at her with visible concern. He called for his men, and soon, two heavy iron chains were brought in to secure the freezer. They seemed to be guarding against an extremely ferocious beast.

"Even if she dies in there tonight, she won't get out," he reassured Nancy. "You'll be safe. Sleep here, and tomorrow, after you leave, I'll let her out. Alright?"

That night, while Sam threw a lavish banquet to welcome Nancy back, everyone gathered on the first floor in celebration, their laughter drowning out my frantic cries for help.

Desperation fueled my strength as I pushed harder, and I finally toppled the freezer over with a loud crash. The sound echoed through the house, abruptly interrupting the party. Sam's face twisted with irritation.

"Katerina, it appears you have yet to realize you were wrong. Is this more of a cry for help here?

"You knew full well Nancy can't stand the cold, yet you made her take a cold shower. Did you ever stop to think about her? She's running a fever of nearly 40 degrees! Do you even care? If something happens to her, you'll be the murderer!

"Just stay here and reflect on yourself. When Nancy's fever goes down, you'll come out."

Without sparing me another glance, he turned away. Hence, he couldn't see the freezer had been switched to freezing mode, nor the scratches left from my desperate struggle inside.

My hands and feet were a mess of torn flesh, a mixture of blood and shredded skin quickly freezing to the wounds. I didn't even have time to feel the pain. I struggled to get Sam to look at me and kept making sounds.

"I'm sorry... I was wrong... Please, save me. I don't want to die."

However, he neither looked at me nor acknowledged my cries. He dismissed everyone else and retreated to the room, where he tended to Nancy.

By the next morning, her fever had subsided. She was full of energy and insisted they go out to celebrate.

At that time, I could no longer make a sound. All I could do was think of my grandmother repeatedly while summoning every bit of strength I had left to force my eyes to stay open.

Naturally, no one noticed me.

They joyfully packed their bags and booked flights to Nathlis.

Before leaving, Sam used the intercom to shout out to me in the basement. "We're going on a trip to Nathlis. You stay here and reflect on yourself.

"Do you see that? In my heart, you're not even worth as much as a servant. Don't even dream of competing with Nancy for my attention," he added disdainfully.

I couldn't even remember when I died. I just know that I held on for as long as I could, for what felt like forever, but in the end, no one came to check on me.

Flies began to gather as they were drawn to the blood stains on the dust cover. Their buzzing filled the air in a sickening hum.

The cleaning staff, after gathering their equipment and starting their shift, were hit by a foul odor the moment they stepped into the basement, causing them to cough uncontrollably.

It didn't even smell that bad, really. I was just a slab of frozen meat. Without fresh blood, there wasn't much of a stench at all.

One of the cleaners tried to unzip the dust cover but found that the zipper had slipped beneath the bottom of the freezer, which was caked in layers of sticky, congealed blood.

"This freezer's definitely broken, and the pork's gone completely rancid!" one of them said.

"Don't bother with it," another cleaner replied. "Didn't Mr. Whitaker say he was going to replace it anyway? Let's just take it out and throw it away."

One of them pulled out their phone and called Sam.

The intercom in the basement crackled to life shortly after.

"Just throw the damn freezer out if it's broken! Do you really need to ask me about something so trivial? And letting the meat rot like that, what are you all doing down there? Don't even bother coming to work tomorrow!"

There Is a Dead Woman in Your Freezer

Sam's angry voice rang out, followed closely by Nancy's soft, soothing murmurs trying to calm him down.

'Sam, have you completely forgotten I'm stuck in the freezer? You wouldn't even bother opening it to check, would you?' I sadly thought to myself.

As if to confirm my suspicions, he suddenly spoke again. "It's probably Katerina throwing another tantrum and deliberately stuffing the freezer with spoiled meat. Don't worry. I won't hold you guys responsible this time.

"Just clean out the freezer and bring up some soup. I need to make sure Nancy is well taken care of."

Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Someone from the first floor, if you're not busy, go and locate Katerina. Make sure she isn't causing trouble outside again. She's been throwing tantrums for long enough."

I stared at the intercom broadcasting his voice, and for a moment, I felt the urge to smash it into pieces.

'Sam, if your brain is useless, why not donate it? What makes you so certain that I can escape by myself? Or in your heart, do you really think so little of me that whether I'm dead or not isn't even worth mentioning?' I mused bitterly.

I kept wandering around the villa, waiting for them to realize I was dead.

After all, I still remembered that Sam said I was to suffer alongside Nancy.

I was dead, yet Nancy was still being treated like a precious pregnant woman. How could something so unfair be happening?

No matter what, I wouldn't fade away until she was buried alongside me.

Sam was a fool. He naively believed the child in Nancy's belly to be his. Every day, he slaved away, playing the role of her doting servant, and treated her like his God. Let him keep at it. The more he cherished her now, the deeper his despair would be later.

'Sam, what will you do when you realize that the pregnancy test isn't hers, but mine? Will you still be this happy? Or will you be relieved that I'm gone?' I thought.

I was sitting idly by their bed, feeling bored while watching them act all lovey-dovey, when Sam's phone rang. To my surprise, it was my grandmother calling.

She was not too skilled with phones, so after several unanswered "hellos," Sam snapped. "Old woman, if you need something, go find your granddaughter. Why are you calling me?"

Fortunately, it seemed she didn't hear him and simply raised her voice to ask, "Sam, where's Katerina? She hasn't visited me in so long. What's she so busy with?"

My heart suddenly tightened.

"Grandma, why do you even remember me now?" I muttered to myself. "Back when I was still around, you barely recognized me."

Sam's voice was sharp with impatience. "Old hag, tell Katerina to stop acting and come back home to apologize to Nancy. Does she think I'm an idiot, sending people to pull stunts like this?"

This time, Katerina's grandmother seemed to catch his words, and her voice became frantic. "Give me back my granddaughter! What have you done to her?"

Sam hung up and then promptly blocked her number.

I felt a surge of panic. How could he block her?

After the Sawyer Family went bankrupt, my grandmother's mind began to fade, slipping in and out of confusion. The only two phone numbers she had saved were mine and Sam's.

Yet, she would never be able to reach me anymore. She only had Sam now.

How could he block her number just like that? I remembered, when we were kids, my grandmother always treated Sam kindly.

Just as Sam put down the phone, it rang again.

Without even glancing at the screen, he exploded in frustration. "Enough already! What's your problem now? Your granddaughter isn't my responsibility! Do you think I tied her up and stopped her from coming to see you?"

There was a pause on the other end before the voice of an older man sounded. "Is this Mr. Sam Whitaker? We've found a woman's body inside the freezer you disposed of a few days ago. We need your cooperation for an investigation."

Sam was shocked. "What did you just say?"

"There's a mutilated woman's body in your freezer. Were you aware of this?" the man repeated.