Daddy's Little Pet | 18+

|Dark Desires|

'Envy is the cowardly side of Hate, and all her ways are bleak and desolate. ~ Henry Abbey.'

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AMANDA

I was listening to a crime podcast about a woman who committed suicide in her toilet with an acid bath. The only thing that kept her from dying on impact was a tiny piece of metal that had embedded itself into her skin, preventing the chemical from spreading — it sounded absurd that something as insignificant as a metallic piece could delay her death for a few seconds. But this was a crime story. That tidbit was probably fabricated to make the story more twisted and dramatic.

The show was a popular one called Serial. I'd become accustomed to hearing the voices of detectives and crime fans debating unsolved murders. It was the type of show where one might listen to everything from common facts to conspiracy theories and deep evil secrets, ranging from drug overdoses to random acts of violence, such as serial killer cases and accidents. Each one appealed to my dark side and entertained me. The unsettling phrases also comforted my inner soul and made me feel less alone in my agony and self-loathing.

Still listening to the podcast, I discovered that the poor anonymous woman who'd been the subject of today's argument had ten minutes left before the acid began to dissolve through her body. The caustic chemical gradually took its toll, eating away at her flesh and muscle tissue until only her withered bones remained. What a gruesome picture!

And it got me thinking.

I did not pity the stranger, but that was beside the point. I couldn't dispute the fact that the woman and I shared so many similarities. The only difference was that I didn't envisage myself in that acid bath. Instead, I imagined someone else. Someone young, bright, and lively. A strawberry blonde girl with freckles. With a face that was considered beautiful—not to me—but to the man I loved with all my heart.

I'd stand by and watch as she cried for help while being immersed in a bath of the brutal chemical.

As I imagined her pain, a sinister smile tugged at my lips, and my mind raced with countless scenarios of how the acid would affect her. Would her skin initially scorch like flames or turn pale and cold? Would she have time to cry before her brain melted? Or would it be instantaneous, taking over immediately? Would her skin turn white as the acid got into her blood? Or would it move slowly down her flesh, causing no damage until it reached her internal organs and turned them to burnt ash?

I imagined her pain— her screams muffled as the acid burned away at her flesh and bones, leaving only her skeletal remnants in ash. Her once-bright eyes would be dull and lifeless, and her hair would be singed by the chemical, curling into unrecognizable gray wisps. She'd look like the monster and gold-digging wicked bitch she was. Gosh! I'd never disliked somebody as much as I did her. And I wanted to see her in pain. That was my life's goal right now.

I needed to eliminate her so my family could return to normalcy. Robert would forgive me, and together with Dylan, we could start over.

'You're insane and sick. You're so delusional' My subconscious hissed, but I didn't care. Revenge was the only thing that mattered right now to me, and I had to concentrate on it.

As the podcast ended, my gaze was drawn to the clock on my bedside table. Eleven p.m. Almost midnight. I needed to sleep, but not before I spoke with the private investigator I'd hired to track down the lovebirds constantly plaguing my mind.

As if on cue, my phone's screen flashed with an incoming call, displaying his name. I took a long breath and answered the phone on the third ring.

"Yes. Any news?" I inquired, rubbing my tired eyes as I waited for an answer.