Black Widow

14.

Standing in front of number 7 definitely brought back memories I desperately wanted to tuck away forever.

Eight years ago, it's already been eight years ago when he sexually abused me.

Him and his 6 friends. They all took turns on me, except for 2 of them.

One just watched while the other constantly tried to stop them. He was on the list as well, but only last, he wasn't a priority.

The others definitely were.

I was only 15, still pretty much a child. He was 5 years older.

It left scars on me, literally and figuratively, because some of them liked to carve on my body while fucking me.

They threatened me, said I couldn't tell the police about what happened, said they wouldn't believe me and that I deserved this.

I don't think they really expected me not to go to the police, but I didn't.

Not because I was afraid of their threats, but because I wanted to make them suffer, torture and kill them.

Without police immediately looking at me.

I wanted them to be scared, because they knew I was killing them off, but they couldn't go to the police because what would they tell them?

That they knew who was killing them because they raped me? Because they assaulted me? In group?

They couldn't.

So for seven long years, I prepared myself, got stronger, took self defense classes, learned how to handle knifes and guns.

And I met Shirley along the way, she was already brilliant when I met her, but she was one of the best right now.

Three of them were already dead. Four more to go.

"This is one of my best mechanics" Lando introduced the fucker. "This is Taylor"

Taylor, my number seven, looked at me and for a slight second, I thought he would recognize me.

But he didn't. I changed a lot since then. Dyed my hair dark, tanned and just grew older.
There was no way he would recognize me.

I was no longer blonde, pale and scared. Quite the opposite.

"Hi Taylor" I smiled. "I'm Bonnie"

"Hi Bonnie, nice to meet you" he held my hand and kissed the top of it.

He was still as creepy as eight years ago. Wish I could just cut his throat here and now. But that would be too easy for him.

"She's my girlfriend" Lando added and put his hand on my back. He wanted him to back off, but creepy guys like him never backed off.

"Oh wow, thought you were dating Ma-"

"Yeah well no I'm not" Lando cut him off and guided me away from him.

"Not your favorite person?" I whispered to Lando with a chuckle.

"He might be a good mechanic, but no, I really can't stand him"

Interesting, but not the best outcome. I wanted to seduce Taylor so I could be alone with him but Lando would find ways to keep me away from him.

Just like he kinda did now.

Lando showed me his car, his helmet, explained a bit how the raceweekend went.

And while he did that, I felt Taylor's eyes on me the entire time.

I had to come up with a plan because I had no idea how to do this. I never used the same tactics as when I was the Black Widow.

I didn't want them to know I was the same person.

"Don't you have work to do?" Lando snapped at Taylor. He probably noticed how he was looking at us as well.

"I-uh-I was just thinking.."

"You don't have to think, you have to work on my car" Lando snapped again.

I couldn't help but smile at that. He didn't need to protect me, but it was still nice that he did.

"I have a practice session right now" Lando turned to me. "Will you be fine?"

"Yes I will" I smiled. "Good luck, go kill them"

He chuckled. "That's kinda you-" he stopped. "Thanks"

He smiled as he grabbed his helmet and walked to Taylor, he whispered something to him before putting on his helmet and jumping in the car.

No idea what he said, but Taylor didn't look at me for the entire practice session.