I died after being locked in a suitcase by my husband for days.

My husband's childhood sweetheart was stuck in the elevator for half an hour, and in a fit of rage, he stuffed me into a suitcase and locked it tight. "Bear the pain that you've caused Ann twice over." I was curled up, having difficulty breathing, crying, and apologizing, but what met me was the cold blame from my husband. "Stay here. Only when you've learned your lesson can you behave." He locked the suitcase with me inside in the wardrobe. Despairing, I screamed and struggled. Blood seeped from the case, staining the floor wet. Five days later, his heart softened momentarily and decided to end the punishment. "As a deterrent, I'll let you off this time." But he didn't know that my body had already decayed beyond recognition.

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Luisterboek: 24 maart 2025