Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

43. Fantasy

This story is adapted from the original story 'Don't Go' by emjaywrites. This is just an adaptation! All rights belong to the original owner.

Enjoy and thank you for reading :)

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Lisa swallowed.

Weeks had passed since she'd regained consciousness. She'd slowly became... deluded. She felt herself slipping into this world Jennie concocted where Jennie was her loving wife and she was her faithful wife or husband too, I do have a huge cock dangling around in between my legs.

She knew it wasn't true but she'd become so immersed in the fantasy.

That's when she knew...

She had to tell her. She decided, one day after a night of sex to dull her senses, that'd she tell her that morning.

The morning came. She awoke to food and a soft smile.

"Here, take your meds now," Jennie smiled.

She swallowed down the poison, without so much as a grimace.

"Jennie, there's something I want to ask," She said.

Jennie looked up at her. "Yes?"

"How long?" She based quietly.

She paused. "How long what Dear?"

"How long do you think it'll take for me to die?"

She paused slightly once more before frowning. "That's a horrible question. But hopefully long after I'm gone."

"Really? the fact that your poisoning me doesn't reflect that?"

This time she didn't even hesitate. "You have to take your meds-"

"I know everything," She whispered. "I know you shot me. I know you've been poisoning me. I know you sent the boy away. I know, Jennie. You don't have to pretend anymore."

Jennie smiled, cocking her head. "How anticlimactic,"

She sighed, standing. "I just-"

She paused, blood spilling from her mouth. She looked down.

"Will this kill you then," She whispered, twisting the knife in her chest.

She swallowed. "You want me dead that much, Jennie."

"More than anything," She whispered. "I will never be happy because of you. My son will always be hated because of you. My husband is dead because of you-"

"Husband," She spat.

"Kai," She whispered. "Oh Kai. He tried so hard to avenge me. And you had him killed."

"That man was a fool. I warned him," Lisa croaked. "I warned him not to go against me."

Jennie chuckled. "And that's your motto. Any one who opposes you and your horrors just deserves to die? You deserve to die, why won't you die?"

Lisa's lips tugged up. "The spiteful live the longest. Isn't that what they say?"

Jennie chuckled manically.

"And to answer your question, Kiska. No. This won't kill me. It just hurts like a bitch." She croaked.

Tears steamed down Jennie's face as she laughed. "Just tell me! Tell me how to kill you! Aren't you tired of living this life? You have nothing but your hate. No one loves you, Lisa, don't you want to die?"

She paused. "Yes. I suppose I am tired. And you're right, about one thing, Jennie," She smiled. "No one loves me. I am one with my hate."

Jennie cupped Lisa's cheek. Her eyes closed. "Then tell me how."

"Natural causes. Cancer, heart issues, anything internal. You could cut my head off, I can bleed out, and if you find a very rare poison that could kill me. You can suffocate me, you can set me on fire-"

She smiled. "Good. Good."

"I can drown. I can be hung, I-"

Lisa opened her eyes taking in Jennie's eager expression. She closed her eyes again.

"There are many things that can kill me. The trick is to make sure I can't fight it. Because no one wants to die. And if it comes to it, and I have to fight you to live my body will."

Jennie eyed her. She was so weak. She could just...

She took the knife from her chest. "You're bleeding but not bleeding out."

She nodded.

She took her face between her hands once more. "Lisa, what are you doing?"

The blood from Lisa's mouth had dried now, as she opened her eyes a little, looking at her.

"I'm tired, Jennie. Please, let me die by your hand."

Let me die in this fantasy.

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