Page 7 of Payback
-Jared-
There was nothing better than serving revenge cold, preferably in a slow and taunting manner. I thought it would be easy to see Alison again, especially since I had watched her from afar. But having her so close, right in front of me, made me want to reach out and strangle her. I could feel my hands tingling, my heart pounding, and my anger rising. I saw it happening in my head as I leaned toward her. That’s why I needed to clasp my hands together. I had to keep myself in control and remember that murdering Alison wouldn’t grant me what I truly desired. It would only provide her with the swift death I had told her I wouldn’t give her. No, this had to be slow. It had to be executed with patience and torturous deliberation. Of course, I had desired to press that send button and watch her life go up in flames, but that would provide only a brief enjoyment. I wanted to prolong this, witness her tears fall, and hear her beg me for mercy, just like she made me beg. The roles were about to be turned now. The only one on their knees, like a subservient dog, would be her. She was going to taste her own medicine, and once I had derived my satisfaction, I could watch it all crumble into ashes.
I knew when she had reached the intriguing part of the little contract. I knew when she read the words about relinquishing all autonomy rights to me, meaning she was practically my slave for a whole month. Seeking consent for the things I wanted to subject her to would be entirely unnecessary. That contract assured that a “yes” was always on the table with no exceptions. She was mine to play with as I desired. Even if I wanted to invite strangers in from the street to have a go as well, I could. She wouldn’t be able to refuse. She would be entirely mine to torment as I pleased.
But there was something even more satisfying than knowing the things I could subject her to. It was the look on her face when she realized what this contract demanded of her. I had relished seeing her slowly come to terms with the dirt I had on her and all her friends. I would completely dismantle her world, and that meant collateral damage as well. Some of her friends she hadn’t seen since high school, but I had already begun destroying their lives. I was surprised she hadn’t questioned me about the sudden changes in her life, the abrupt disappearances of people she had known for years. But perhaps she had already realized, after seeing all that incriminating information, that I was behind those falling stars.
“You can’t be serious,” she whispered, finally expressing her opinion after scanning the contract. “I can’t sign this!”
“Don’t worry, it’s tailored just for you,” I taunted.
“Just for me?”
“Wow, Alison, you used to be known for your intelligence. Haven’t you realized that you aren’t the only one I’ve paid a visit?” I pointed out.
Alison grew even paler. Soon, she would truly match the color of the walls, and I reveled in the sight.
“I... don’t understand.”
“How’s your old BFF from high school? Still no word?” I questioned, watching her terror increase as she pulled back. “I heard she was sent to a rehab center by her parents, involuntary admission after she was caught with cocaine on her.”
“You framed her?”
“She was already an addict,” I pointed out. “All you had to do was dangle the carrot in front of her nose. While drugs and whatnot might be part of your world, nothing is more important than secrecy. No one can trust a high-class lawyer after getting caught doing drugs on the job.”
“You didn’t,” she whispered.
“Or maybe we should discuss your old boyfriend. The star of the football team. The captain,” I mocked, moving my hands through the air in a derisive gesture to emphasize his importance.
“What have you done?”
“I saved the best for last,” I told her.
“The best?”
“You, dear Alison, are the cherry on top. The one I have been waiting to target. The one I will relish in truly breaking," I mocked, watching her eyes become even more glassy as tears welled up. I had never seen Alison cry genuinely. It had all been fake, a façade to get what she wanted. She was excellent at pretending to cry, but now the show was over. The curtain had fallen, and the mask had come off. Now she was crying for real. I loved it! “So you see, this contract is very special. All you need to do is sign it, and all of this will go away. Be mine for a month, and then return to your own happy life.”
“Sell my soul to the devil or watch it all crumble, you mean,” she snapped.
“Alison, you don’t have a soul,” I reminded her.
She glared at me, unwilling to admit any truth to that statement. I understood she was processing, and first came the shocking denial, then anger, and then we gradually moved on to the sensation of being lost before inevitably arriving at acceptance. She was experiencing all the stages of grief as she watched her cherished life turn to dust. However, she had a chance to save it. All she needed to do was sign the contract.
“It says I have to be available to you at any hour of the day!” she pointed out. “I have work. A family! They’ll be worried if I suddenly disappear.”
“Your husband will come home today and inform you that he has to go abroad for six weeks for a very important business deal. You will tell your family that during those weeks, you’ll go on a relaxing vacation. No one will question you for needing a break, considering you never take one. You’ll leave someone else in charge here, while I have my fill of you,” I explained, watching her shudder as I used the word “fill”. I would definitely be filling her. Her pussy would be dripping with my cum, so would her ass. Her tastebuds would drown in the taste of me, and my presence would remain etched within her. There was nothing quite like the satisfying feeling of revenge sex. I had yearned for this moment for so long. Not because I desired Alison. Though she possessed beauty on the outside, beneath the surface lay nothing but rot. What excited me, what made me try to conceal the raging hard-on concealed in my pants, was knowing she was at my mercy, and she was powerless to stop it. It aroused me to know that she would detest every second of it, for there was no one she looked down upon more than me. The thrill lay in the realization that I would have her, possess her, and leave traces of myself within her. She’d never be able to cleanse herself of the lingering sensation, no matter how many showers she took. I’d forever be imprinted upon her, and she would feel it until her last breath.
“No!” she refused.
“No?”
“I can’t do that! I would never take time off!” she stated. “It wouldn’t be believable.”
I shrugged, failing to see how that was my concern. If anyone came looking, all I needed to do was reveal the contract she had signed. They would quickly deduce that her signature hadn’t been forced. Once she signed, she was mine to manipulate as I pleased.
“Make it believable.”
“You’re insane!” she shouted, rising to her feet.
