True Love, Wrong Revenge

On our wedding day, I wiped out my wife Maria Garcia's entire family. Clad in a blood-soaked wedding gown, I forced myself on her.

After a night of passion, I put a knife in her hand and screamed for help. Her hands were cut, her throat poisoned, and rendered silent, leaving her no way to defend herself.

She was thrown into prison, her spirit broken, beaten, her eyes gouged out and tortured to death. Her body was dumped in a mass grave, where wild dogs tore at it.

A hundred days after her death, I was digging through a heap of bones, my eyes burning with fury, blood dripping from my…