When I was 14 I found my first love.
I’m sure like most people you’re probably thinking what could I possibly know about love at that age you’re probably thinking that it was some childhood crush but what I had with him was far from some school girl crush.
He taught me to be strong to never let anyone run over me ~ He showed me how to defend myself ~ He showed genuine understanding ~ He took the broken parts of me and put them together and 14 years to the day they took him from me.
I flew back home for this special occasion and made my way down memory lane. I went to the place I watched him get beat ~ I walked down the driveway I dragged his body ~ I drove the route I used to take him to the emergency ~ I walked down the hall and stood out the room he took his last breath ~ I drove to the church his funeral was held ~ I walked to his grave and kissed his tombstone “It’s time”
14 years of plotting and planning ~ 14 years of reliving the hell they put me through ~ and now 14 years to the day we will finish the list I started.
Me and my Rejects will spend the next 14 days taking them down one by one
#1 Tied me to an office chair and took photos of me wearing a clown mask while he used different objects to fuck me but his favorite was tapered candles. And #1 was also the one kicking Heath in the head which was one of the wounds that lead to his death.
We found #1 with his family bowling and having a good time with his 2 girls one of them was my age the other was 5 years over.
Hites leans over “That’s his daughter and granddaughter. I watched him for 2 hours play and joke around with his family not having a care in the world.
After watching him kiss his little family goodbye we followed him home and would you believe the sick fuck still lived in the same house.
We don’t bother knocking or bother giving him a chance to get comfortable we just walk right in and find him sitting on a chair next to the front door taking off his shoes “Who the hell are you?”
I throw a clown mask, rope and a tapered candle on the floor and it took only but a second for him to put everything together “I…” I take my backpack off and pull out some black boots “I know”. I could feel the fear coming from his body I could smell it in the air.
“Upstairs” 2 of the rejects grab him and drag him up kicking and screaming we make our way down the hallway to the room he raped me in that has now been changed into a playroom for his granddaughter.
They strip him down naked and tie ass up to a chair “Please I’m sorry” Why are people only sorry when they know pain is following?
“For what?” There is a certain joy I feel listening to pussy men cry for mercy “For what I did to you” “And what did you do to me?” I squatted lower so we could be eye to eye “What did you do to me?” He laid his head on the back of the chair and just kept shaking it back and forth.
I pulled the pictures out of my bag and Black grabbed his head forcing him to look “You mean this?” I showed him the pictures he took of me “You raped me then left me unattended like a fool”
I pulled out another picture “Or are you sorry for this?” I held up a picture of Heath “After everything you had already done to me you weren’t finished with me yet. Oh no you had to go further and you took him from me”
I could have called the police I could have given them the photos he took of him sodomizing a minor but why should I let someone else enjoy hurting him when I was the one he hurt.
“I’m sorry” Nala puts a gag in his mouth “Not yet but I promise you will be” I put the clown mask over his head put some gloves on and sit behind him “I know you can’t talk so I’ll say it for you. 11 times. 11 times we sat in this very room and you tortured me. You fucked me. You stuck things in me. You abused me while my mother sat in the other room and listened”
“I’ve kept tabs on you for 14 years I watched you raise your daughter and preyed you weren’t doing to her what you did to me. I watched you live a happy full life while I carried the weight of what you did to me”
His body was shaking and sweating his nerves were shot the tables had turned he was me and I was him “This is going to hurt” I pull out an 11 inch glass dick and jam it in his ass and watch him shake like he’s having a seizure “11 inches for the 11 times you abused me”
I fucked his ass with everything I could get my hands on till my arms got weak.
Micah hands me a bat “Heath’s” I grabbed the bat “stand him up” I gripped the bat as tight as I could “14 years ago you killed the best part of me and you tortured me years before that. And now it’s my turn”
After the first hit to his knee I blacked out and when I came back to he was laying on the floor and his leg was a mangled mess.
I wanted to take a break to rest my arms so I took the clown mask off his head and laid down on the floor next to him so I can see his face “Why the clown?” He looked so defeated he was sweating and drooling his face was red his ass was bleeding his man hood had been ripped from him “What kind of sick fuck would turn their rape room into a cute princess playroom?”
Black comes in the room “time to go” I sit up and grab the picture of him his daughter and his granddaughter “You took something from me and now it’s my turn”
His mind must have been racing with thoughts because he started jerking and pulling at the ropes.
I couldn’t help but laugh “Get your mind out of your gutter I’m not that type. And I’m not going to the police because that’s not what our kind do. Remember? But your daughter isn’t our kind and she got a nice package of your old hobby so just because I’m not the one to put you in that cage where Big John will have his fun fucking you till your insides spill out your ass doesn’t mean your baby girl won’t”
7 devils 14 days 1 down 6 to go