Avery’s Comeuppance
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Avery’s Comeuppance
Avery
I can’t wait to see the fireworks explode. Both of them should have seen the pictures now. I
bet Dashawn is accusing her of being a wh*re, and she is crying and screaming about him
being a cheater. I can just see it now. When I saw how mad he was when he thought she was
with another male, I was at first frightened. The man looked like a monster, a cold–blooded
killer.
Then I saw the gun in his pants and I knew. He would most likely kill her if he thought she
cheated. But I wouldn’t have let that happen. I would kill him first, but no one says she can’t
be smacked around a little. It’ll just make it better for when I swoop in all innocent like, and
console her.
I had my extensions taken out today and my hair dyed back to blonde. I had many plans that I
could have executed. If I liked men, I would have seduced Dashawn, but since I don’t, there
was no point in that. I’ve always wanted Sammy though. I wanted to be her, I wanted to love
her, and I wanted to taste her. My parents were never around, and hers were always working,
but they were around enough to show her love. I’ve always wanted that. I was lucky if I saw
my parents once a week.
I’ve been on my own basically since I was eight. They would check in on me through phone
calls or texts, and every once in a while I’d see them. They never came to any school events.
Their only rule was not to embarass them. Which meant don’t get into trouble and keep my
grades up. I know they loved it that I was friends with Samantha and stayed over at her house
a lot.
They bought me whatever I wanted, kept a roof over my head and food in the house. I
appreciated it as I became a teenager, but I craved love and Samantha gave it to me. If only I didn’t f*ck it up our junior year.
This time I was sure my plan would work.
I had just told Ellora that I didn’t think I could do this job much longer. She was sad but
immediately called Jory and told her if I left she would be her PA. Nothing like being replaced
before I gave her my final decision.
I walked into my bathroom and turned the shower on. I needed to wash the stress away.
Soon I would be deep in Samantha’s p*ssy, but I was becoming impatient.
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I was washing my hair when the lights went out. UGH! I rinsed my hair and turned off the
water. I grabbed the towel from the back of the toilet and dried off, then put it in my hair. I felt around for my phone on the counter and turned on my flashlight. This was so annoying. Naked, I walked into the living room and looked outside. I frowned, noticing all the streetlights were on, and I could see lights in the building across the street. Was it just this building?
I felt a sharp pain on my neck and I felt myself falling. My body was paralyzed.
“Weird, right? There are certain points on the body that you can jab, and you can make a
person unconscious, paralyzed, feel extreme pain and freeze them in place. I’ve felt them and done them all. It was part of my training.”
That wasn’t my voice that plagues me. But I couldn’t see anyone as I laid there on my back.
“I hear you’ve been f*cking with my cousin–in–law, you know Samantha?”
“Who are you?”
“That’s not important at this moment. I offered to take care of you. I was just going to give
you a quick death, but she sent me a picture, and it looks to me like you’re trying to put a
wedge between my favorite cousin, and my favorite cousin–in–law, and I can’t have that. So,
what I’m going to do right now is let her have her Q&A sesh, and then I’m going to play.”
I scoffed, “You don’t know who you are messing with.”
I
“Sure I do. Avery Jones, twenty–four. Only child of Deloris and Kevin Jones. Wh*re, b*tch,
c*nt. Oh, and from your medical files, bat sh*t crazy. I know this because it takes one to
know one.”
She sing songed that last bit.
“Although, I’m not crazy like you are. I don’t hear voices in my head. No, I once went to a shrink, and apparently I scared him so badly he recommended I commit myself. I thought it sounded fun, so I did, with a false identity. The doctor there said I was a psychopath, but I
don’t think I am. No, I have a condition called Alexithymia. I have no emotions. Or so I was told. But that kind of isn’t true. I love my family. Very very much. I have two siblings I adore,
even if one of them can be a jacka*s most of the time. I have a blooded cousin, and I have these unrelated cousins, or best friends. I don’t know, I like the word cousin better. I have a
sh*t ton of aunts and uncles, all except one that are also not blood related. But boy would I
kill for each and every one of them. Do you want to know why? Because they are my family.
And I don’t like it when someone f*cks with my family.”
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“You’re Dashawn’s family?”
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“Any Samantha’s because she’s Dashawn’s woman and I love her. She is s*cking awesome and the way she loves my cousin I can’t let anything happen to that.”
I heard movement and a pretty dark–haired woman came into my view.
“You have nice t*ts. Pity.”
She laid a sheet next to me and rolled me on it and then proceeded to wrap me like a mummy. I was surprised when she lifted me up and put me over her shoulder. She gave a low whistle
and I heard the patter of feet and that d*mn puppy came into view, but it wasn’t so much a pup anymore. In just a few weeks, it grew into a beast. It rippled with muscles as it trotted
along beside us. I didn’t hear any shouting, so I assume no one saw her cart me out of my
apartment, down the elevator and to the garage below where she put me in the back of an
SUV.
“Hoping someone saw us, didn’t you? But there are only a few occupied apartments, and I
turned the security feed off. It’ll turn back on once we drive out of the garage.”
There was silence except for the occasional panting of the dog as she drove. She didn’t even
turn on any music. Ten minutes later, I heard her phone ping and she chuckled.
The vehicle stopped, I was taken out, carried and dumped into a seat. She took a knife and
cut the sheet off of me.
We were in some type of office room. There was a lamp that made the room dimly glow, the
floor was concrete with plastic under the chair I was sitting on. There was a door and some
windows with blinds on them. That was it. I heard a jingling and then the office door opened.
“What is this place?” Samantha asked.
“It’s a mechanics‘ shop we own. We’re in the new manager’s office before it gets some
furniture.”
The brunette zip tied me to the chair and that’s when I realized I could feel again, d*mn it.
“Hello Avery, I see you have changed your appearance back to your original look. Why is she
naked?”
“I got her when she had just gotten out of the shower. She had a towel on her head, but it fell
off when she fell.
Sam nodded.
I just stared at her.
“I have a question for you and if you don’t answer, my beautiful assistant is going to help you
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answer,” she said, smiling. Her smile was so beautiful.
“My question is, why are you trying to f*ck up my life?”
“I wasn’t trying to f*ck it up per–se. I just wanted Dashawn to stop trusting you and break you
two up.”
“Why?”
I clamped my mouth shut, the brunette stepped up to me, grabbed both of my n*pples and
twisted them violently.
“F****CK!” I screeched.
She kept twisting until I started crying.
“I wanted you for myself,” I cried out.
“Seriously? I’m not a l*sbian.”
“You don’t have to be, but I knew I could make you feel good, and we could be together once
you knew I could give you all the orgasms.”
“You’re crazy!”
“That’s been established,” the brunette said.
“What did you think would happen, that Dashawn would break up with me, and you’d come console me after I saw the video of you framing me and the fake pictures?”
“Those pictures weren’t fake. I f*cked Dashawn!” I said. I needed her to believe me.
She started laughing, “No, you didn’t. First, Dashawn would never touch another woman with a ten–foot pole. Second, Elliot’s body is all wrong. I know my man’s body. I’ve explored every inch
of it with my hands and tongue.”
I heard fake retching sounds and saw the brunette act like she was throwing up.
Samantha giggled.
“Lyla, you know Dashawn and I have s*x, right?”
“Doesn’t mean I want to hear about it.”
So the brunette had a name. F*ck, I’m screwed. She was never going to let me go now that I
know her name.
“I figured he set you aside, and that I’d be able to console you. Yes. You have a soft heart, you
would eventually have forgiven me.”
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“You don’t f*cking know me!” She screamed. Then she took steps towards me and slapped me twice. My cheeks stung.
“You wanted to hurt me, just like you did seven years ago!” She threw back her right arm and punched me in the nose. My head snapped back and I screamed.
“You’re f*cking lucky I am tied up.”
“I would kick your a*s anyway. You’re tied up because I’m pregnant.”
I growled at that statement. “You f*cking sl*t, why did you get pregnant?”
“I’m not dignifying that with an answer. You’re lucky I told Lyla not to kill you. I just wanted to
let you know your little plan didn’t work. Dashawn and I knew the pictures were fake, we knew
it was you on the surveillance video. You aren’t very smart, are you?”
Told you, i***t.
“Shut up!” I screamed.
“I’m not the weak naive girl I used to be, Avery. So with that, you’re fired, I’ll have someone
pack up all your sh*t and ship it to the theater where we found Ellora. Lyla here is going to
make sure you get on a plane back to Italy and if you ever step foot again in the U.S. you’ll
regret it.”
She then said bye to Lyla and left.
Lyla smiled at me and I did not like that smile.
“I lied to her. You won’t be getting on a plane. She didn’t want me to kill you, but I’m going to.
Why might you ask? Well, I’m going to tell you. Because you f*cked with the wrong family,
and I don’t trust you to keep your mouth shut. But before I kill you, I want your t*ts.”
She walked over to a bag that I didn’t see in the corner of the room, picked it up and set it in
front of me. She opened the bag and took out a machete.
“What the f*ck!”
“I know right. She’s a beauty. I bought her in Costa Rica. You treat the blade right, and she’ll
slice through skin like butter.”
I screamed at the top of my lungs for help. She threw back her head and laughed. She looked
like she was enjoying my fear. She was smiling maniacally and with glee. She picked up my
right br*ast by the n*pple. I begged and pleaded with her not to do this. She started to f*cking hum. She brought the blade to right under my br*ast and in one motion, drove her hand up, slicing it clean off.
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The pain was unimaginable. My head was back, my mouth was open wide in a silent scream and my eyes were bugging out. I finally took a ragged breath and screamed so loud I thought
the windows would shatter.
She did the same to the other br*ast. My body convulsed. She showed me them, and then
she slapped them together. I threw up all over myself, adding to the white–hot burning pain on my chest.
She scrunched up her nose. “Why do you people always puke? Is the pain really that bad?”
She whipped off her shirt. She had b–cup sized br*asts. She held mine up to hers.
“What do you think? Should I get a b*ob job?”
I didn’t answer, I had snot, blood, and saliva spilling from my nose and lips.
I watched as she dropped my b*obs and the machete, and then she pulled out a wicked
looking knife from her boots. Her arms were flawless, but her torso had a vine tattoo. I
watched as she carved a leaf onto the vine. She had many leaves.
Her eyes snapped to mine when she was done.
“That one is you. I have a leaf for every life I’ve taken.” She held out her arms and turned. The vine was continuous and wrapped around her waist and up her back where it criss–crossed
and like lattice work, and it was all covered in tiny leaves.
“You’re number two hundred and eight–three.”
She was a freaking serial killer. Who were the people Samantha was involved with?
She sauntered around me. I could feel myself weakening from the blood loss.
She slapped a hand on my forehead from behind and yanked my head back, so I was looking
at her.
“Any last words?”
Told you that you would screw this all up. Guess this is the end for us.
I didn’t say anything. She brought the knife to my neck and slowly drew it across it from ear to ear. She watched my eyes as I choked. My last thought was, I f*cked up.
