PART FOUR-Sweet Revenge

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Revenge. I was doing this for revenge. It was about time that I had gotten my own way. She rejected me and she actually slapped me! She didn’t want me, my parents didn’t want me..no one did but she was mine now. I had to teach her that. I walked down the stairs and unlocked the large iron door. The yellow light made her look very pretty. The concrete was cold on my bare feet and the atmosphere of the room was freezing.

Her auburn hair fell across her facing, concealing her eyes and her boots were covered with a dark mix of dirt and blood. Her jacket was torn and I have to admit…for someone that small she can put up quite a fight.

“Hello sweety,” I cooed, “Are you hungry?”

She didn’t reply.

“Maggie dear, are you hungry?” I repeated.

She turned her face away from me as if to say ‘I don’t want your food,”

“Bitch! Can you hear me?” I yelled. I had a very short fuse today. So I slapped her. Hard. Across the face like she did to me.

“CAN.YOU.HEAR.ME.?”

“Yes,” She sobbed.

“Good,” I nodded, “do you now see what happens when you humiliate me?”

“Nick you felt me up! Was I just meant to let you do that?”

“Yes you are a woman. You are only good for sex and food, that’s all,” I explained

“You’re sick,” She spat out.

“Well then now that I know how you feel. Too bad that’s what im going to use you for…Minus the food of course,” I chuckled.

There was a moment of silence.

“SOME ONE HELP! HES MAD! HE IS GOING TO KILL ME!!!” She screamed

“SHUT UP!” I yelled as a hit her repeatedly. Soon she stopped screaming, but I didn’t stop hitting. I kept hitting until my hands hurt and I was covered in blood. I couldn’t stop. I just felt so good to have power for once. After I stopped bashing her I sat there looking at her. I felt horrible. I cleaned al of her wounds and dressed them in clean bandages. Then, I got her undressed and took her Virginity.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 15, 2014 ⏰

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