I was set up by the stepmother who tried to take over my company and became a kidnapper. I really didn't want to kill anyone.
I hurt the person who said they loved me.
He was injured, and I ran away with this oil bottle, but we were exhausted and were finally found by our enemies. I knew that I was doomed.
I put a knife against the man's neck, trying to find a way out, but the knife was no match for the gun. The bullet came from behind and hit my shoulder.
The severe pain made my hands tremble, and I cut the man's neck open with a knife. His blood merged with my blood, which was beautiful and sweet.
I was a little stupid, I didn't want to kill him.
I don't know why, but I cried. For the first time, I felt distressed. It's ridiculous. A criminal who has done so many evil things would actually feel distressed?
I confessed to my crime, and after I was imprisoned, I often thought about the man I killed.
He said he seemed to have Stockholm Syndrome.
I thought, I'm sick too, I feel like I have Lima Syndrome.
I fell in love with the man I killed.
The vicious woman gloated about my misfortune. She gave me poison to relieve me. In pain, I once again heard the voice that kept saying that she loved me. It was so real...
I opened my eyes and went back to that unfortunate day when I was squeezed by him every day.
I swear, I will make the woman who plotted against me pay the price.
Intention: To be a kind person