Blurb：
A calculated housewife plots revenge against her abusive husband Perry Combs and perverted father-in-law Earl in this psychological thriller. When Audra fakes transferring her $250K trust fund and Colorado house deed to her "off-the-grid" predator spouse, she lures both men into believing they own her. But the arrival of trafficked teen June Summers forces Audra to accelerate her scheme—using hidden messages, Photoshop forgeries, and her ex-Marine cousin Mack Keller's fury to expose the Combs family's avalanche of lies.
From soiled bedsheets soaked in ammonia to staged county clerk meetings, every humiliation fuels Audra's meticulous revenge blueprint. But how many times can she endure Perry's impotent rage and Earl's lecherous hands before her mask cracks? And what explosive secret binds June to the truth behind Perry's "heroic" past?
A twist-laden game of predator vs prey unfolds where survival demands trusting the enemy—and becoming the monster they fear most.
Content：
§01The stench hit first.
Ammonia and rot, a foul combination that clung to the back of my throat.
I pulled the latex glove tighter, the snap against my wrist a small, sharp sound in the suffocating quiet of the house.
This was my ritual.
My morning prayer.
The soiled sheets were a tangled mess on Earl Combs’s bed, a canvas of his body’s failures.
My father-in-law.
The man whose existence was a stain I was forced to clean, day after day.
As I stripped the sheets, his voice slithered from the wheelchair parked by the window.
"You got a fine ass on you, girl."
I didn’t flinch.
Six months of this had forged a shell around me.
"Don't you ever get lonely?" he pressed, his voice thick and wet. "My boy… he ain't much of a man, is he?"
I balled up the filthy linen, the dampness seeping through the thin latex.
"I manage," I said, my voice as sterile as the disinfectant I was about to use.
His hand shot out, surprisingly fast for a man paralyzed on one side.
It slapped against my thigh, a greasy, possessive gesture.
"I could be a man for you," he rasped, his eyes gleaming with a sick hunger. "I can still get the job done. I could take care of you right."
This time, I reacted.
I dropped the sheets and smacked his hand away.
Not hard, but with a firmness that surprised us both.
"Don't touch me, Earl."
His face crumpled instantly, the lechery replaced by a theatrical whimper.
Tears welled in his eyes.
"You hate me! You think I'm a burden!" he wailed. "Just send us back! Send me and Perry back to Crow's Beak! We won't trouble you no more!"
On cue, the door flew open.
My husband, Perry, stood there, his face a mask of righteous fury.
He didn't ask what happened.
He never did.
He strode across the room, and his hand connected with my cheek.
The crack echoed, sharp and final.
Pain bloomed, hot and stinging.
I staggered, catching myself on the edge of the bed.
"You listen to me," Perry snarled, his finger jabbing at my face. "My father is me. What he wants, you do. You don't ever, ever disrespect him. You understand?"
Earl, the master puppeteer, wheeled himself over, grabbing his son's arm.
"Don't you hit her, son! It's all my fault! I'm just a useless old man!"
Then he looked at me, a flicker of triumph in his watery eyes.
"Audra, honey, don't just stand there. Take my sheets to the laundry."
I nodded, my cheek throbbing.
I picked up the bundle of filth.
And I obeyed.
For now.
§02
In the sterile hum of the laundry room, I listened.
Their whispers carried from the other room, thin and sharp like wires.
"Perry, you can't be too rough on her," Earl cautioned, his voice stripped of its earlier theatrics. "We're counting on this woman."
A low grunt from my husband. "I know, Dad. I know."
"You know, since your mother passed… It's been a long time. The mountains… it's a hard life for a man with needs."
"Don't you worry," Perry's voice dropped to a conspiratorial hiss. "Soon as the paperwork is done, soon as all her money is in my name, I'll let you have your fun. She'll be ours to do with as we please."
"Just don't break her," Earl warned. "Not yet."
"I've got it under control."
I closed the lid of the washing machine, the click of the latch loud enough to make me wince.
I walked back into the room, forcing a smile onto my aching face.
"Everything's washing now."
Perry’s expression softened instantly, a cheap mask pulled over his cruelty.
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