A victims revenge

Petty revenge

AN

WARNING: this chapter does have gruesome ideas in it, so I HAVE warned you. Depending how it goes, I might put the gruesome bit in italics so you can skip past if you are particularly squeamish.
... Okay, so NEXT chapter, which will go up tonight, WILL have a very gruesome scene in it. A scene that will be decided by my fellow Ryan haters.
This is ALLLLL Trinity's fault. And revenge MUST be mine. If you want to know WHY I'm so mad at Ryan all of a sudden, please go check out Trinsepticeye's new book, The Authors.

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Despite my friends wanting me to give him a simple Mohawk, due to recent events, I change my mind. Leaving the basement door slightly open, I can hear Ryan beginning to moan slightly, cursing under his breath.

I give him a good hour or two of discomfort before joining him, a set of tools in my bag. I may not be able to stop his happening within another book world, but I can surly do what I can in THIS world.

Seeing Ryan slouched as far forward in his chair as the ropes will allow, I smirk as he glances up at me with a death glare.

"Having fun?" I ask him lightly, smirking as his glare increases tenfold. Well trust me, by the end of today, cramps are going to be the least of your worries."

I set down my toolbox on a conveniently placed table next to him, watching as his gaze slips over to the box, the death inducing hate dulling down with curiosity.

I open the latches and pull my tools out, laying them perfectly within his sight.

First, is a long, needle filled with a white substance. After the needle, I take out a newly bought, very sharp saw. The last object I have is a sharp cleaving knife.

"You were going to get a Mohawk done," I inform Ryan. "But then you went and threatened to do unmentionable things to me, and that I can not forgive."

"What?" Ryan asks, his voice croaky at the lack of water he has had recently, "I haven't threatened you at all, I've been stuck down here!"

"Maybe not this version of you, no. But another version of you, in another book, and since I can't get a hold of that version, I'm stuck with you."

"Of you let me go," Ryan pleads, my picking up the saw having quickly changed his attitude, "I won't touch anyone ever again, I swear. I'll go live alone in a cave!"

"Oh I don't doubt that,"

"Then you'll let me go?"

In answer, I walk behind him, fingering the thick rope, already stained slightly in red due to his struggling.

"Nope. Instead, I'm going to do one of two things when I get home from work tonight.
"I'm either going to let your manhood meet my nice knife over there, and that won't be a pleasant meeting, or I will introduce my saw with your foot, it's not like you'll be going anywhere anytime soon."