Status Updates From Violent Retaliation (Twiste...

“What are we going to do?” Lois shrieks.
“Throw a party?” Sandra suggests.
“This is not fucking funny,” Lois wails as she comes running over. I couldn’t agree more.

I❤Sandra

“Say ‘Thank you, Mistress,’”

"Say 'Thank you, Mistress," she purrs."

"You promised. No hands, no lips." There is accusation in my tone.
"I never said anything about my body, arms, legs or cock, Lo. Be more specific in the future."

“No, Adie. Tell me you didn’t. I will never forgive you.”

  Panic is eating away at her. The play of emotions upon her face is delicious. She can’t fight me. The woman can’t lift a single finger to stop me. Lois is scared, and she damn well should be.

“You fucking asshole,” she spits.
“I prefer ‘master negotiator’ myself. Now that we’re on the subject of assholes though, yours isn’t virginal, is it?”

“Well, well, well,” says Adie. “Look what the cat dragged in and pissed all over.”

"I don't make a sound as the knife sinks into her throat and the spray of blood rising from the knife is the last straw."

When he pushes me to my knees on the cold concrete, my head is spinning. I’m doing my best to hold myself together, but it’s not easy considering the equipment stationed around me.

There are cattle prods, Tasers, pliers, power tools, and an impressive array of restraints.

This is an all-time low, even for me, but I can’t deny that I’m enjoying myself. Expecting her to have a coppery taste, I’m quite surprised when the flavor is more like melted butter. It’s salty, slightly metallic, and a little fatty. It’s fucking heavenly. Why have I never done this before? 

"Waddle over to the whipping post, princess. If those panties slip to your ankles before you get there, I'll add another ten lashes, and believe me when I say you won't be able to handle them."

“Fuck. I’m going to… I’m going to…” She’s fucking not. Releasing her cunt with a brief flick of my tongue, my hand pushes her away from me.
Standing up, I smile. “You’re going to what, princess?”

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Ready for dark revenge and torture. lol
I'll be the blondie.

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Time for some kinky tortury. Is that a word? 😆
I’ll be the one on the left.

You do know him, right? Arrogant asshole, thinks he’s God’s gift to women, wears them like he does his shirts – fresh one every day? Some days, he changes them twice.” Clearly, the lady is unimpressed with Adrien’s antics.

“If you knew what he’d been through, you’d know why,” I whisper.

Is James next door, too?” I search her face, desperately needing news of my husband.
“Never heard of James. It’s just Adie. To be honest, I don’t like him all that much, so if you just want to run off without him, I’m okay with that.”
“No,” I whisper. “When I thought I saw him die, it nearly destroyed me. I can’t go through that again.

The thing is - he knows me better. We’ve spent years together. We’ve had each other’s back countless times before. I would have been prepared to die for this man several times over if necessary. Has that all gone out of the window? All is fair in love and war. The old adage makes me grimace. Is that what this has come down to? Do we all lose our scruples here and scrabble for the remains?

That goes without saying. The blood dripping down my back is a macabre testament to just how monstrous this man is – which means he needs to be put down – permanently. Please give me a chance to get my own back, God. That’s all I ask. Just a couple of days to put this bastard in his place.