The You And I Oneshot Book! (Rereleased)

Revenge

"You know," Jemma Taylor started. "I was killed by men like you."

The five naked men tied to chairs in the cold, dark, empty warehouse could do nothing but listen to Jemma. Their mouths were gagged with rags.

Jemma walked over to the small plastic table that she had set up. On it sat her instruments of torture.

Knife. Scalpel. Gun. Needle. Hammer. Blowtorch.

Jemma gently arranged them to her liking while she continued.

"High school was over. I thought I had my whole life in front of me. And you know what? I was wrong. My boyfriend raped me and his friends killed me."

She looked back at the terrified men. "And what luck! Tonight, I'm walking in the park at night when you five see a barely legal girl that you think will give you a good fuck? Am I right?"

She grabbed her knife and stepped up to the man on the far left. "Right?"

Crying, he shook his head.

"WRONG!" Jemma shrieked and she slashed the knife at the man's left eye.

The man wasn't even sure how to react when he realized that his left eyeball had been slit open. When he did, he screamed and trashed around, blood and other strange liquids oozed out of his eye socket.

Jemma smirked. "Little bitch. You'll live. For now."

Jemma walked back to her table and set her knife down. Then she picked up her hammer and smiled.

"You'll like this next game."

Jemma walked behind the men, who were situated in a row.

She tapped the hammer against the back of the first man's head.

"Duck."

The first man breathed a sigh of relief as Jemma stepped to the next man.

"Duck," Jemma repeated as she tapped the hammer against the second man's head.

And so this continued.

"Duck." Tap.

"Duck." Tap

"Duck." Tap.

"Goose."

The first man froze as he heard Jemma say that.

Behind him, Jemma smiled. Then she raised the hammer. And brought it down into the rapist's head with a delicious splat. Then she raised it again. And brought it down again. Again. Again. Again.

Blood and brains splattered onto Jemma and the other men.

She let the hammer fall to the ground after the man's head was nothing more than a squishy mass of gore.

She smiled at the remaining men.

"We're going to have lots of fun."

———

One week later.

The final man sobbed silently. The four other men sat, decaying and dead, in their chairs. He was the only survivor.

Scars covered his entire body. From needles. Blades.

And Jemma had just torched his entire dick off with the blowtorch.

Humming to herself, Jemma walked away from the man and put the blowtorch and remaining weapons into her duffel bag.

After she put all her weapons away, Jemma walked back to the man and tore the gag out of his mouth. "Have anything you wanna say?"

Wet, sloppy tears rolled down his face.

"Please," he begged, "please just kill me. Just let me die."

Jemma smiled at the rapist.

"Maybe later."

End.