My corpse lay still, clearing amidst in the roaring wind .

My sudden death was followed by a brief moment of dark solitude. Transporting from the bottom of the cliff to an unknown place was only the beginning of a long journey through the memories of my "living self."
A noise echoed in the empty and vast room.
The rocky and inhuman path of articulating was approaching noisily but slowly toward the poor dead teenager that I had become. The romantic monster had described me as his charming wife .No one knows how humiliating it is to endure a long declaration from a non-human creature who has sucked all my living abilities and capacities. He identified me as his beloved and much more.
Although I wanted to react to his speeches, I could no longer feel fear or digust anymore.
His heavy, poignant words sound like a dreary morality of life ,or rather, no.. a "morality of death" :

-Machigai , being afraid of the end, is less frightening than being afraid of the past .

- You know the value of revenge, let me tell you your true worth, dear wife...

Following this sentence, a light more powerful than any I had known on earth iluminated my livid face . Red ropes tied savagely around my organes, turning them into a pulp.
The monster who had welcomed me stripped me of my dirty clothes, replacing them with a horrible and ugly weeding dress soaked in fresh blood.

Floating in the air and held by these living strings, which made me bled, but brought me no pain , I noticed that the light was coming from an unusualshaped screen. This ridiculous screen held the head of a fanciful monster, who exclaimed in a firm temperament: "Welcome to you, mistress Machigai. Master Revenge prepared an incredible fifteen years' worth of memories in a video play for you . Don't be shocked by the ending."

The monster's head laughed ironically and vanished, leaving me alone with ... "Revenge."

My husband?!