Frozen While They Fuck to Death
Agatha Christie · Completed · 5.9k Words
Introduction
Not a metaphor. Stone cold reality. Me and pop superstar Melody share a sick "emotional link" — the worse I suffer, the more she glows on stage.
My husband Christian discovered this secret.
Then he chose to betray me and crawl into bed with Melody.
Now every time Melody has a big show, Christian locks me in the basement, force-feeds me depression pills, and blasts horror movies 24/7 until I'm totally broken.
My despair gets fed straight into Melody's energy, making her perform like she's possessed.
Tonight they're fucking to celebrate her win. Tomorrow's concert means draining me dry again.
Enough!
If my pain is your sex drug, I'm cutting off the supply completely.
I'm going to the medical center to freeze myself for one full year.
Let you two horny bastards screw each other to death!
Chapter 1
The more I cry, the hornier my sister gets.
Not a metaphor. Stone cold reality. Me and pop superstar Melody share a sick "emotional link" — the worse I suffer, the more she glows on stage.
My husband Christian discovered this secret.
Then he chose to betray me and crawl into bed with Melody.
Now every time Melody has a big show, Christian locks me in the basement, force-feeds me depression pills, and blasts horror movies 24/7 until I'm totally broken.
My despair gets fed straight into Melody's energy, making her perform like she's possessed.
Tonight they're fucking to celebrate her win. Tomorrow's concert means draining me dry again.
Enough!
If my pain is your sex drug, I'm cutting off the supply completely.
I'm going to the medical center to freeze myself for one full year.
Let you two horny bastards screw each other to death!
Harper's POV
"Come on, babe, just take the damn pill. Melody needs you tonight."
Christian approached me with that blue pill, wearing his gentle smile.
I shrank back into the couch corner, shaking my head. "Christian, I can't do this anymore... Last time I was fucked up for three whole days."
"Come on, don't fight me on this." He sat beside me, voice coaxing. "You know how big tonight is for Melody, right? The American Music Awards - she's been busting her ass for a whole year."
We both knew what this pill really did - it would plunge me into extreme despair, and the more depressed I became, the more vibrant Melody would be. This sick link started in childhood. No one knew why, but it worked.
Now Melody was America's hottest female singer, collecting awards like candy.
"Please... no..." I backed away desperately. "Christian, there's got to be another way. Maybe something else could help Melody..."
Christian sighed. "Look, we've tried everything, haven't we? Only you can help her. Harper, you should feel GRATEFUL that your pain makes her a star."
Grateful? I laughed bitterly. "I'd rather be nobody's fucking battery!"
"Don't say that." His patience wore thin, gripping my ankle hard. "Just take the pill! I'll watch Melody's show with you after."
I screamed, "I WON'T! Every time I take this shit, I feel like I'm dying!"
He pulled out his phone. "Look, Melody even texted you."
Melody: Sis, tonight is EVERYTHING to me. You've got to have my back! Love you!
"See how much she cares?" Christian kept pushing. "She even said she'd get you something nice if she wins."
I sneered. "Cut the bullshit. She doesn't give a damn if I live or die. She sends these texts so you can torture me guilt-free!"
"ENOUGH!" Christian's face went dark. "This is about our future, Harper. We're a team—"
"Team?" Rage hit me. "When the FUCK did I sign up for this team?"
Christian's expression turned ice-cold. "Jesus, Harper! Quit being dramatic. You live off Melody's success. Time to earn your keep."
"I DON'T deserve it! I never wanted any of this!"
"But you TAKE it, don't you?" Christian stood up. "This house, those clothes, every bite of food - Melody's money pays for ALL of it! So what makes you think you can just enjoy the benefits without giving anything back?"
"Then take it all back! I don't want ANY of it!" I tried to run, but he slammed me down.
"Are you gonna take the pill or not?"
"NEVER! I'm getting OUT of here!" I fought desperately.
Christian grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open. "Don't push me, Harper!"
The bitter pill was shoved down my throat. I gagged and coughed but couldn't spit it out.
"There we go." His smile returned. "Now let's head downstairs."
"NO! I'm not going!"
He dragged me to the basement and strapped me into the chair. Screens lit up with horror films, speakers blasting screams. Even after countless times, terror still gripped me.
"Christian, please..." I whispered desperately. "I'm your WIFE! Don't you love me anymore?"
He tightened the leather straps around my wrists. "Love doesn't pay the bills, Harper. Melody's success does."
My heart shattered. "So... so you picked her over me?"
"I picked our future." Christian adjusted the screens coldly. "Look at Melody - twenty-three and already on top. Now look at you - what've you got besides complaints?"
The main screen blazed with red carpet coverage. Melody glowed in her designer gown, dazzling every camera.
The drug hit my system. Despair crashed over me like a wave.
"Perfect." Christian watched my face contort, excitement in his eyes. "Look how amazing Melody looks."
As my pain spiked, Melody on screen became absolutely radiant. Reporters swarmed her:
"I'm totally confident about tonight! I've got the most incredible support system ever."
Christian's grin widened.
The ceremony began. When they announced Melody as Artist of the Year, I felt my soul being ripped apart.
"I want to thank the most important person in my life!" Melody gushed on stage. "C, thank you for EVERYTHING! You're my world!"
Christian jumped up. "Holy shit! She thanked me on live TV!"
The pain left me speechless.
An hour later, the basement door burst open. Melody strutted in wearing heels, clutching that golden trophy.
"Christian!" She launched herself at him. "I FUCKING WON! This is all you, baby!"
Christian caught her in a crushing hug. "Our plan worked like a DREAM!"
Melody turned to me, her smile razor-sharp. "Aww, thanks for being such a good little battery tonight, sis. Without your misery, I never could've shined so bright up there."
I barely lifted my head, voice cracking. "You're such a fucking BITCH."
"Oh please, don't be such a drama queen." Melody rolled her eyes. "We're family, aren't we?"
She peeled off her expensive gown and threw it at my face. "Anyway, don't worry - after I tape the morning show tomorrow, I'll grab you some little gift as a thank-you. But right now? Wash my dress. And don't you DARE ruin it."
Christian turned to me sharply. "What are you waiting for? Get moving! This whole place runs on Melody's dime!"
"FUCK NO! I'm not your goddamn servant!" I glared pure hatred at both of them. "I want a DIVORCE!"
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