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I nod, swallowing thickly. He slides up the window and slips inside. I follow suit, being sure to not make a sound as I enter. Softly, he shuts the window.
We’re in the kitchen. The ugly, patterned tiles remind me of my childhood at my father’s house after his arrest. Dick wanted to do some remodeling, and Patricia—as usual—didn’t put up a fight when he tore the place up.Seems like his taste has only deteriorated over the years, I think bitterly.
On the counter is a beat-up wooden block filled with knives. As I am about to question whether we should hide them, Damon presses a finger to the mouth of his mask. Suddenly, there is a creak from the hallway, and we both freeze, my heart hammering so loudly that I feel like it’ll burst from my chest.
We have to hide—and fast. Damon grabs my hand and pulls me into a room nearby, just as Dick steps into the kitchen. We listen as he rummages through drawers in search of something, mumbling colorful obscenities under his breath.
“Shit!” he yells, slamming the drawer shut.
He putters around the kitchen for a few minutes before moving, his footsteps drawing closer to us. Barely breathing, we press our backs against the wall, expecting him to walk into the room any second. Instead, his steps retreat further into the house, followed by the sound of the television.
We wait a few moments, listening for any more movement, before sneaking out of the room. Dick is in the living room, watching coverage of the Times Square ball drop. With the volume blasting, we successfully make it to the room without alerting him.
Damon already has a syringe prepared with something in it that will immobilize Dick—but will still allow him to feel every bit of pain I inflict on him.
And I intend on inflictinga lot.
Damon jabs Dick in the neck, injecting the blue-green liquid.
“What the fuck?!” Dick’s hand flies up to stop it, but he’s too late; the drug is quickly taking effect. His shoulders droop, and he struggles to rise from his seat. He stumbles, his legs wobbling as he drops to the floor.
I feel a deep satisfaction as I stare down at him in his helpless state. I unsheathe my knife—the same one Damon got me for my birthday—and clutch the hilt, its weight filling me with confidence as I kneel beside Dick.
“It’s time to teach you a lesson for all the suffering you’ve caused.”
Then I straddle him, glaring at him behind the mask. Though he can’t move, his eyes fill with terror. I’m shaking with rage as emotions flood me—all the pain, the fear, the humiliation. I run my knife over the exposed flesh of his arms. He feels the hot sting of every slice, unable to defend himself. I couldn’t then, so why should he?
“Who the fuck are you?!” he asks through gritted teeth.
That’s right—he doesn’t recognize my voice because of the modulator. “I’m the one who’s taking back my power,” I answer, removing my mask. “And the one who’s going to make sure you hurt no one ever again.”
His eyes widen in recognition. “Gwendoline?”
A manic smirk stretches my face, my pulse thrumming wildly. “I’m here to finish the job.”
“Wait!” he shouts.
But it’s too late. I plunge the knife into his chest. He screams, his wails of agony drowned out by the blaring television. He attempts to struggle against me, but the drug is too potent. I laugh as I watch him suffer, letting my anger and hatred for him take over.
Blood soaks the carpet, turning it a violent shade of crimson as I stab him over and over again. I don’t notice the droplets that splash my face until a maskless Damon is beside me, smearing them on my cheeks with his thumb.
“Take off your clothes,” he orders.
“What about?—”
He drives his knife into Dick’s shoulder, pinning him. “I want him to watch.”
Damon pinches my chin, pressing a heated kiss to my blood-smudged lips, and hauls me up. He crosses his arms, watching me like a starved predator as I strip, tossing aside every article of clothing until I’m as naked as the day I was brought into this wretched world. I shiver, the cool air biting at my skin.
“On your knees,” he commands.
I obey, getting into position. My upper body is above Dick’s head, supported by my hands. He’s guaranteed a good view. For a moment, I want to reconsider being seen like this—but the thought vanishes the moment I hear Damon behind me.
“Fuck,” I whine, feeling his cock slap my pussy before he rubs my drenched slit. I almost can’t believe we’re doing this, how wet I am from it.
Without warning, he slams into me, tearing a ragged scream from my throat.
“That’s it,” he groans, his pace frenetic. “Take it all!”
