Requiem for Revenge

Never Forget

Present

"ARGH..!"

The woman grunted as she yanked the man's body through the hallway of his condo. Beads of sweat pooled on her forehead, stinging the cut where the shard had pierced her cheek. For a slim man, he packed a lot of hidden weight that revealed itself as she dragged him. His boots kept catching into the matted surface of the carpet that laced the floor. To adjust her grip on him, she stopped, momentarily bending to hook her arms under his shoulders. She released a harsh breath before gritting her teeth, widening her stance, and planting her feet to hold her weight as she heaved his body towards her in one swift motion.

"Oh shit!"

She cried out in pain as her back hit the mirrored door of the hallway closet as she fell. Laying her head back against the mirror, a small smirk touched her lips as she stared up into the ceiling.

Even dead the fucker can still knock me on my ass.

 Her head fell forward, tilting as tired eyes scanned his mangled face. Her hand rose to trace a single finger along the outline of the crooked angle of his broken jaw. She lifted her finger, noticing a wet string, of saliva and blood intermixed, dangling from the tip. Her face contorted in disgust before wildly shaking her hand to get rid of it. She looks down once more, her sneer slowly forming into a satisfied smirk. His face was severely fucked up and she loved it. So much so, that a giggle bubbled in her throat as she poked his dislocated jaw. The giggle leading off into a fit of mechanical laughter as his jaw fell completely sideways, touching the floor and stretching the skin of his face in a gruesome manner.

"You are one ugly son of bitch, Jack."

Wouldn't be like the bastard didn't deserve it anyway. He took so much from her. Back then she could do nothing. Now, everything will be different. She promised herself that the moment she took the first breath of her second life.

She heaved herself up from the floor and opened the door of the hallway closet, before bending and dragging his body to the opening and switching to the other end of him, lifting her leg to use one foot to shove him inside. After propping him against the far wall inside the closet, she stopped momentarily admiring how spacious and organized it was. Shoes neatly aligned the top shelf over the color coded array of shirts and pants that hung from the metal pole connecting either side of the walls. She whistled, turning to the other side and noticing the expensive dresses that she assumed belong to a girlfriend of his. Reaching up to pull a royal blue sundress, with a sweetheart neckline from its hanger, she then held it up to herself waggling her eyebrows as she posed, sticking out her leg and tilting her chin in the air in a posh-like manner.

"You're looking absolutely gorgeous, Sarafina. That dress is just darling on you, dear."

She then switched her weight to the other leg and giggled, fluttering her eyelashes, and swinging back her hair over her shoulder.

"Oh! This old thing? Why thank you, I just pulled it from the back of my closet at the last minute."

She laughed to herself and shook her head while placing the dress back on its hanger. Her mind wandering to the old days; the good times. A massive hall filled with people dancing and laughter, and just good company. Good company was a very rare thing back then. A wisp of a smile touched her lips as she ran her hand down the material of the dress; her mind lingering within her memories. The good times..when beautiful things were nothing but a wish away. Well, for the people who could afford it anyway. Jewelry and clothes are what made a woman then, especially the dresses. So many expensive dresses..

"If only I could have had thousand dollar dress in the back of my closet. A Cinderella moment just for me. What a joke..."

"You could be Cinderella whenever you desire if you'd stop playing about and be mine."