She Wanted Elephant BBQ, I Went Mad

From the back cover

My mother was a housekeeper for the wealthy Vanderbilt family. Growing up, I was nothing more than a shadow to their daughter, Audrey. If she told me to kneel and buff her shoes, I couldn't stand up.

When high school ended, I thought I was finally free. Instead, she insisted on taking the entire class on a luxury safari trip to Africa to watch the Great Migration.

Deep in the wilderness, we crossed paths with a lone baby elephant. Driven by pure, twisted privilege, Audrey decided she wanted to taste its flesh.

When my protests failed and I tried to escape, she ordered the other students to tie me to a massive tree.

I was forced to watch as they roasted the poor creature alive. Audrey took a single bite, spat it out in disgust, and complained about how terrible it tasted.

Then, the enraged herd arrived. Audrey and the others scrambled onto the tour bus and sped away, leaving me forgotten and bound.

The furious giants trampled me into nothing but broken bones and torn flesh. In that moment of absolute despair, I woke up.

I opened my eyes to find myself right back at the moment we first spotted the baby elephant. This time, I did not hesitate. I walked straight to the bus and punctured the fuel tank.

This time, absolutely no one is getting away.