Page 8 of Payback
Ah, there it was—the anger. I recalled having seen Alison lose her composure only once before, leading to a disastrous outcome involving another girl from our year who ended up in the nurse’s office. And why? It was Alison’s own boyfriend who had decided to cheat on her with the girl, and from what I’d heard, the girl hadn’t been a willing participant. Yet, there was Alison with her perfect façade. She couldn’t fathom that something might tarnish it, especially not rumors of assault. It was unsurprising that she had sided with another rapist.What a disgusting woman,I thought, but today, I would impart some lessons. I would teach her that the day for reckoning always arrived, and this was her day.
“Actually, I’m quite sane. I couldn’t have devised this plan if I weren’t,” I pointed out.
“I’m calling security or the police!”
In her desperation, Alison wasn’t thinking clearly. I watched with amusement as she reached for her phone, though her threat held no weight. She froze, phone in hand, realizing that if she did make that call, I would leak this information. She glanced at me, hoping to gauge a reaction, seeking the obedient dog to wag his tail and comply with her wishes. But I remained seated, unmoved.
“Did you hear me?” she asked, her voice barely carrying any strength.
“I heard.”
“You can’t leak this if you’re behind bars.”
“Think I operate alone?” I questioned. “Or maybe I’ve set a timer to release this information to the world if I don’t intervene.”
I smiled even wider, witnessing her tremble slightly. Her phone slipped from her hand and landed on the desk with a soft thud. She sank into her chair, appearing completely lost. It was impossible to explain how satisfying that sight was to me. Alison was trapped. Destruction loomed, and there was only one way out—a way that wouldn’t even save her.
“Please, there must be something else I can do!” she exclaimed. “Do you want money?”
“I have money.”
“You?”
“Substantial amounts. I’ve changed, Alison. There’s nothing you can offer me except your body, becoming my little whore.”
She pressed her eyes shut, struggling to hold back tears. Either she’d become my bitch or end up as someone else’s behind bars. Alison might be the perfect bully within this pristine society, but in prison, she’d be confined with true hardened criminals who weren’t impressed by petty tactics. They played the big games, and crossing them was not advisable.
“Please, there must be an alternative,” she pleaded, lowering her arms.
“Your body and nothing else,” I firmly asserted.
“Why?” she asked. “You must find me utterly repulsive.”
“You’re correct. Even the mere sight of you makes me slightly nauseous,” I confirmed. I saw her discomfort upon hearing this. Despite being the one who uttered the words, she wasn’t accustomed to not being desired. Everyone wanted to either sleep with her or be her. Yet, that wasn’t the case now. This was all about reclaiming power, demonstrating to Alison what it meant to be the underdog. She was about to learn what it was like to submit.
“Then why demand my body?” she questioned.
“Perhaps I want to auction it off for pennies,” I suggested, observing her recoil once more. Yet, I burst into laughter, and she understood that my intentions weren’t entirely that… yet. “I want it because you will despise it. No one disgusts you more than I do, Alison. No one’s touch would revolt you more than mine. Consider this: my hands on your body, my tongue tracing every contour, and my cock deep within your pussy, climaxing inside you. Even now, all you feel is disgust, am I right?”
She looked away, hiding her face in her hands, appearing entirely lost. However, I noticed a peculiar twist in her body language that I couldn’t quite decipher.
“That’s why I want it. I want it because you’ll loathe every second of submitting to me. It seems I’m to be your Master now.”
Chapter 4
-Alison-
Despite my desire to loathe everything he listed, something strange was stirring within me. Through the haze of fear and disorientation, I detected an odd, pulsating sensation as Jared recounted what he intended to subject me to. I recognized that this reaction was primarily due to my mind still finding him attractive, even in this precarious situation. The humiliating truth that I couldn’t perceive him as less appealing was an added layer of embarrassment. Supposedly, I should be repulsed by his presence, yet the mere thought of him fucking me elicited an unexpected tingling sensation.Stop it!I commanded my rebellious body, taking a few moments to regain my composure before shifting my attention to Jared. To my astonishment, he extended a black pen toward me, poised for my signature on the contract resting upon my desk. What options did I have? It was abundantly clear that he was impervious to bribes or negotiations. His sole focus was to humiliate me by taking full ownership of my body. Was there a more effective way to render someone insignificant than by asserting dominion over their physical being?
Drawing from personal experiences, I knew that the most powerful form of control was achieved by conquering what they deemed unquestionably theirs. Our bodies were the most personal thing we possessed, and depriving us of the right to decide for ourselves was a universal atrocity. Being the master of our own bodies was a human desire we all had, and now that very thing was being wrested from me. I couldn’t bring myself to sign. I could let Jared strip me of everything I held dear, allowing my world to crumble into ashes. Except, who would willingly choose that? Enduring a month of torment or enduring years of imprisonment, only to emerge with a profound sense of desolation and uncertainty—assuming I even survived my sentence. I couldn’t guarantee whether I would be met with decades of incarceration or whether an enraged mob would lie in wait on the other side, dispensing their form of justice. The harsh reality was that I had no true choice but to sign. Deep within, I understood this truth. Yet I needed a few more moments to savor the fleeting seconds of my waning freedom.
“How you must relish this,” I murmured as I took the pen from his outstretched hand.
“After all the years you’ve tormented my life, how could I not?” he countered.
“I never told you to sell yourself,” I noted, removing the cap from the pen.
“But I wasn’t the master of my own destiny either. You held the reins. While I might not have exchanged my rights, the reality is, Alison, that I never truly possessed anything. You took and you took, until nothing remained but mere crumbs.”
