They Cut My Sister Open

The Alaskan wind cut across my face like razor blades, but all I could think about was one thing—my sister Madison, who'd never missed picking me up in ten years, was nowhere to be found.
It wasn't until I walked in on her husband screwing some blonde bitch that I got dragged straight into hell: Madison didn't just "disappear in an ice lake during a storm." She was still breathing for 47 agonizing minutes while they carved open her eight-month pregnant belly to steal her baby!
The cops called it an "accident." My general father called it "national security." The whole damn town was in on the cover-up.
I didn't break out of that psych ward to cry—I came back to drag every last one of these sick bastards to hell to pay for what they did to my sister and her child. Even with military death squads hunting me down and a bullet in my shoulder, I'm going to make them feel exactly what it's like to be gutted alive!