Revenge - Chapter 28

Revenge

By Karen Singer

Chapter 28

Would this be the day?  Would this be the day that he finally killed all those witches and got out from under their power for good?  Those were the thoughts that filled his mind before he even got out of bed Wednesday morning.  The witches had been too busy to do their idiotic panty check on him last night after work.  Would they make up for it tonight?  If so, he had definite plans to commit murder before he went home…if the police didn’t haul him off to prison afterwards.

When he got out of bed, the first thing he did was to pick up his gun, caress it, aim it, and pretend to fire it.  Pow!  One after another, his mind pictured him shooting each of those evil witches.  He was going to save the world from them.  The world might not understand, but he would know.  Even if he didn’t get away with it, prison would be preferable to being the play-toy of evil beings like that.  Pow!  Pow!  Pow!  Pow!

When he got dressed that morning, he put on the last of the matching bra and panty sets that he had been forced to buy last weekend – when the witches had cursed him to act like a damn dog!  The last of the panty sets, for the last day the witches would live!  There was something symbolic about that to Steve.  For once, he almost didn’t mind what underwear he was forced to wear. 

Once again, he hid his gun under his sport jacket when he left his apartment to go to work.  Just having the gun close by added to his confidence. 

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It was the middle of the morning.  Monica again checked her email for things she had to do, and when she did, she saw another email from the Sorceress:

Monica,

I’ve done everything I can on my end.  Now it’s up to you and your friends.  I’ve also made certain that Steve will have his gun with him, so please be extra careful. 

Below is a spell I came up with that you can use or modify as you like.  As before, the words don’t have anything at all to do with what I’ve already done to Steve.  They’re all for effect, but I think they should make quite an impression. 

Please let me know if you are going through with this tonight.  And afterwards, please email me and let me know how it went. 

The Sorceress

Monica read the email, along with the weird spell the Sorceress suggested they all chant.  There was no laughter or even humorous thoughts on Monica’s mind.  This was all too serious…and far too dangerous. 

Diane walked into the office.  “Any word from the Sorceress?”

Monica pointed at her computer.  “She’s done her part and wants to know if we’re still going through with it.”

“Are you?”

Monica stopped to consider it for a moment, but she had known the answer to that one already.  “Yeah,” she said.  “I’m ready.”

“Do you want me to check and make sure we can use the room tonight?”

“If you can do that, I’d appreciate it.  And maybe you should check with the other girls first to make sure they’re going to be here.”  She paused a moment.  “I’d do it all myself, but I’m not exactly feeling…that enthused about things right now.”

Diane understood.  This was going to be frightening for all of them, and much more so for Monica.  “No problem,” Diane replied.

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Throughout the day, Steve noted that none of the witches had demanded to see his underwear yet.  In fact, he hadn’t run into any of them all day.  But then, he hadn’t had much reason to leave his desk.  Would he get to kill the witches tonight?  Or were they going to be too busy for him again?  He couldn’t wait to kill them, and at the same time, it would be a big relief if he didn’t have to.  Despite how much he was looking forward to being rid of them, he still would be happy if he didn’t have to…yet.

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It was late in the afternoon when Monica stared at her phone.  Diane stood by her side.  “Ready?” Diane asked.

Monica paused to collect herself.  In a way, this simple phone call would be the start of it all.  After another moment, she picked up the phone and dialed.  She forced herself to sound like she usually did when she called him.  “Oh Steeeeeviiiiee.”

Steve nearly died when he heard Monica’s voice.  But his next thoughts were of the gun he had in his desk drawer.  “Yeah?” he asked.

“We missed you last night,” Monica told him.  “I’m soooo sorry we were too busy last night.  But you know how these things go sometimes.”

“Uh…yeah,” he replied unhappily.

“But don’t forget to come down tonight!” Monica told him.  “We’re all dying to see what pretty underwear you have to show us.  And I mean all of us!”

Dying to see his underwear?  They’d be dying all right.  Literally!

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The work day ended, and Steve continued to sit at his desk.  He had worn his sport jacket all day.  He had worn it to work many times now.  But just then, he was feeling more than a bit hot.  But removing his jacket was something he wasn’t going to do.  His gun was still in his desk drawer, right below his hands.  Soon now.  Very soon.  He was just waiting to give more people time to leave the building.  If there was no one around at all, maybe there was a chance he’d be able to get away with it completely.  He just wasn’t sure how long Monica was going to let him get away with not going down there.  So he stayed at his desk, and waited.

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“Where is that shit?” Carla muttered.  “I’ve got other things to do tonight!”

“Going somewhere?” Diane asked.

“No.  But waiting around like this is still wasting my time.”

“I didn’t see him come down earlier and leave,” Diane told her.  “So he’s got to still be here.”

“So why the hell isn’t he here yet?”

Monica, waiting in front of the elevator doors with Carla and Diane, said nothing.

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The building was unusually quiet.  Many of the lights had been turned down or off.  Steve rode down in the elevator, his hand almost constantly caressing the handle of the gun stuck in his belt and hidden under his jacket.  He was ready for this.  He was ready to rid the world of the witches.  He was ready to rid himself of the witches.  He was ready to finally get out from under their magic – for good!  And it looked like he had waited long enough so that most of the people in the building had already left.  Maybe…just maybe, he could get away with this.  But either way, it was going to end tonight!

The elevator arrived at the bottom floor and the doors started to open. 

All three women watched the elevator intently, knowing that it was just reaching their floor.  Monica, forced herself to take the lead.  The elevator doors had just opened barely wide enough for her to get through when she rushed him.  Diane and Carla were so close behind she could literally feel them touching her.  Steve never stood a chance.  The three of them pushed him up against the back of the elevator, holding his arms wide, while Diane slapped a pair of handcuffs on one of his wrists.   They quickly twisted him around and a moment later, both of his hands were cuffed behind his back.  Only then did they search him for weapons.  They found the gun almost immediately.  They pulled him out of the elevator, and right there in the empty hallway, searched him for any other weapons and removed the contents of all his pockets.

Steve struggled, but they had simply been on him too fast.  And there were three of them to just the one of him.  “What is this!” he demanded.  “Let me go!”

Monica looked at the gun in her hand and shook her head.  “In your dreams,” she said, the anger in her growing now that she saw how very real the threat of his gun had been.  Just seeing the gun fueled her anger.  Knowing that Steve had intended on killing her raised it that much more.  And just thinking about the things Steve had done to her in the past made it even worse.  Not being able to control herself, she brought the gun around and slapped him in the face with it.  She hadn’t even thought about hitting him with the gun.  It had simply been in her hand.  If her hand had been empty, it would have been an angry slap.  Now, as Steve reeled backwards from the blow, she saw the bruised cut she had put on his face just under his cheek bone.  So be it!  She wanted to do far worse to him.

“You were going to kill me!” she screamed at him.  “You were going to kill all of us!  You weren’t going to just commit some petty crime.  You weren’t going to commit rape.  You weren’t going to do anything else.  You were going to kill me!” 

Diane and Carla held tightly onto Steve.  He fought to break free, but with his hands cuffed behind his back, he had little chance.  Carla and Diane had been prepared for Steve, but they hadn’t been prepared for Monica’s rage. 

Monica looked straight into Steve’s eyes.  She saw him struggle against Diane and Carla, but they held him firm.  “I’m tired of being a victim,” she spat at him.  “I’m tired of being on the receiving end of all the abuse!  I’ve had an entire lifetime of it.  Well I’m not going to put up with it anymore.  I refuse to be a victim anymore.  I’ve had enough!”

“How about me?” Steve yelled back.  “How about all the abuse you’ve been heaping on me?  Don’t you think that’s enough?”

“Enough?” Monica screamed back.  “After what you did to me?  It’s never enough.  Never!”  She paused only a moment before adding.  “And now you’ve come to kill me?”  She looked at the gun in her hand.  She was tempted to use it on him.  She forced herself to calm down.  “Bring him,” she said as she walked back toward the shipping department. 

“You got him!” Ruth said with great relief as they entered the large area where she had just finished drawing the witch’s pentagram on the floor.  “What happened to his face?”

“Don’t ask!” Monica replied sullenly. 

“Did he give you any trouble?” Ruth asked Carla quietly.

“Not too much,” Carla replied.  “Monica though is more than a little upset.”

Ruth examined the still bleeding cut on Steve’s face.  “I can see that.”

“Put him in the middle,” Monica said, her voice still full of anger and hatred.

Diane and Carla started pushing Steve toward the pentagram on the floor, but Steve was too afraid and tried to fight back.  His struggles didn’t last long however as he soon found Monica pointing his gun right in his face.  “Get in there, and get down on your knees,” she threatened.  It still took some struggling from Carla and Diane to get him there, and then even more to get him pushed down to his knees.  “Stay!” Monica said as she again pointed the gun right at his face, and kept it there. 

Carla held him tightly, while Diane ran off.  She was back again a moment later with the things she had set off to the side.  She quickly wrapped a length of chain around Steve’s ankles, then she ran the end of it through his handcuffed wrists before securing the chain with a padlock. 

“What are you going to do?” Steve yelled as he struggled and tested his bonds.  He wasn’t going anywhere, and he knew it. 

Monica ignored his question and walked away, heading for their small office.  “Let me know when everything is ready,” she said.

“What are you going to do?” Steve yelled as he saw Ruth, Carla, and Diane placing candles around the pentagram.  None of them answered him.  “What are you going to do to me?” he yelled again.  Still no answers.  He watched as Ruth placed a cup near the head of the star.  He recognized the same cup they had used in their last ceremony.  “What do you want with me?” he yelled one more time. 

“Shut up, Steve,” Ruth told him.  “We’re all more than a little upset at you right now.”

“What are you going to do to me?” he yelled again.  But once again, he got ignored.

The three women looked around.  “I think we’re ready,” Carla decided.

“I’ll get Monica,” Diane told them.  She headed off toward their tiny office.

Steve’s nervousness had reached new heights.  He was chained so he couldn’t move, and sitting in the middle of a witch’s pentagram, and they were about to do…something to him.  What, he had no idea.  He only knew he was afraid.  The lights suddenly dimmed and he saw Monica walk to the head of the star.  He saw her look at him, then head straight for him and stop in front of him.  “What are you going to do?” he demanded as she looked down at him.

But instead of answering him, Monica reached out and plucked a rather long hair from his head.  “Ah,” she said as she examined it.  “A nice fresh token.”  She took it back out of the circle and placed it in the cup.  But then she looked back at him and approached him again.  With the rim of the cup, she scooped up some of the blood from his face.  “Blood,” she said.  “It makes everything work so much better.”  She turned again and left him.  The moment she was out of the circle, the women started lighting all the candles. 

Steve was breathless with worry.  He had no idea what they were going to do to him.  He only knew he wasn’t going to like it.  “D…don’t!” he pleaded.  “Whatever you’re going to do…don’t.  Please don’t.”  But as before, he was ignored.

Ruth passed each of the women a piece of paper with the spell they would all read and returned to her place at the edge of the circle. 

“What’s that say?” Steve asked.  “What’s it say?”  But again he was ignored.

“Are we ready?” Monica asked from the head of the star.  She saw the nods from all around.  Monica took a big breath to calm her nerves.  “Then let’s begin.”  She looked down at the paper in in her hands and began to read out loud.  All the women immediately joined her.

For our own safety, this spell we send

This dire curse, his soul to rend

From ancient powers we call it down

And place it on the one we’ve bound

No gun nor knife, no weapon or fire

Shall he so touch with intentions dire

Should he attempt such deed so foul

He’ll find instead this fate he’ll howl

The gun or knife or weapon wielded

Shall find instead, his manhood unshielded

He will instead attempt to destroy

That part of him that brings him joy

Upon his own self the weapon shall turn

And wreak the damage the lesson learned

His only way out, his saving grace

To drop the weapon, and never replace

For our own safety, this spell we send

This dire curse, his soul to rend

From ancient powers we call it down

And place it on the one we’ve bound

At the end of the spell, Monica reached down and picked up the cup.  She pulled the hair from his head out of it and held it up.  “The token,” she said as she showed it to all the women.  “Mixed with not just water, but his own blood.  Doubly bound…forever now!”  Her final words had the ring of pure evil.  She placed the hair back into the cup, and putting it to her lips, actually drank the whole thing instead of just pretending to like she was supposed to.  “Ah,” she breathed as she finished and wiped her lips.  She stared down at Steve for a moment, then turned back to her paper again. 

The spell was read by all of them two more times, at the end of which, they all quickly blew out the candles. 

“It is done,” Monica breathed quietly.  “The beast, has been bound.”

Carla blinked.  Monica was really playing things up tonight.  That hadn’t been in the script that the Sorceress had sent.  Neither had the bits with his blood.

Diane hurried off to turn the lights on.  A moment later, the room was fully lit, but nobody was moving…other than herself.  She walked back to the circle.  The easy part was over.  It was now time for the dangerous part.  She prayed that the Sorceress really could work some kind of magic, because otherwise, they could all soon be dead.

“Unbind him,” Monica ordered as soon as Diane got back.

“What did you do?” Steve yelled yet again.  “What did you do to me?”

“You heard the spell,” Monica finally replied.  “You heard the general intent.”

“The what?  What the hell did you do to me?”

Monica only shook her head as Diane unlocked the chains and removed them from Steve.  A few moments later, he was completely unbound, but he remained on his knees.  “Get up!” she ordered.

“What did you do to me?” Steve demanded as he got to his feet.

But instead of answering, Monica picked up the gun that she had left on the floor near the head of the star.  She walked over to him in the middle of the circle.  “Take this,” she said with more than a hint of distain in her voice. 

Steve looked at his gun.  Could he just take it?  Would they let him?  She was just handing it to him.  He chanced reaching his hand out, and was surprised when she relinquished control of the gun over to him.

“Now shoot me!” Monica ordered.

“What?”  Steve couldn’t believe she would say that.

“I said shoot me!” Monica ordered more sternly.

But that’s just what Steve wanted to do.  It was what he had come down to the shipping department to do in the first place.  But he didn’t raise the gun yet.  He knew there had to be some kind of catch to it all.

“Shoot me!” Monica demanded again, angry now.  When he didn’t move, she walked right up to him, grabbed his hand holding the gun, and raised it to her chest.  She stood there looking him straight in the eyes, with the gun still held against her chest.  “Now shoot me, damn you.”  But still Steve hesitated.  “Do you think I’m afraid to die?” Monica asked.  “Believe me, I’m not.  Not anymore.  Not after some of the things I’ve done in my life.  I no longer know if I deserve to live or die.  So go ahead and shoot me, because I really don’t care.”  She stood there, staring him in the eyes, daring him.

She didn’t care?  She wanted him to kill her?  She had done some bad things in her life?  Well that part he could easily believe.  She had to be talking about being a witch.  But shooting and killing her was why he was there in the first place.  His face turned into an angry sneer.  He held the gun more firmly and braced himself to fire it.  And he willed himself to pull the trigger.

Karen was struggling as hard as she could against Steve.  Steve was trying to pull the trigger.  He was trying to actually kill Monica.  It was all she could do to fight him, but she didn’t allow his finger to put even an ounce more pressure on the trigger than what he already had. 

Steve’s tried as hard as he could to pull the trigger.  He tried, but he couldn’t.  Something was stopping him.  Something was fighting him…from the inside!  He just couldn’t tell what.  His hand began to shake from the effort, his whole arm began to shake.  But he still couldn’t manage to pull the trigger.  And then he noticed something else.  Something odd.  Something that completely distracted him.  His other hand had just unfastened his belt, and was now trying to unfasten his pants.  “No!” he cried as he looked down, trying to figure out what was going on. 

It had taken nearly everything Karen had to stop Steve, and not let him know she resided in his head.  It became even harder for her to unbuckle his belt at the same time.  But now that he was distracted, it all became much easier for her.  Since he wasn’t trying to shoot Monica anymore, she pulled their finger away from the trigger.  With that bit of safety in place she now used their gun hand as well as their free hand to unfasten his pants fully and push them down.

“W…what’s happening to me?” Steve shouted in total disbelief.  He tried to stop himself from pulling his pants down, but he had no control over either of his hands.  All too soon, his pants were down to his knees, exposing the lacy garter belt and stockings he was wearing.  “W…what’s going on?” he stammered as he fought to regain control of his body. 

Karen was much more firmly in control now, and Steve had no chance at all.  With her left hand, she pushed her panties down and out of the way, exposing Steve’s manhood that Karen would much rather do without.  With that same free hand, she grabbed Steve’s penis and pulled it straight out…and held it there. 

“No!  No!” Steve shouted as he realized his gun hand was now coming up and his finger was back on the trigger.  “No!  Don’t!’ he shouted in total panic as the barrel of the gun touched the very base of his organ.  “No!” he shouted.  “No!”  He fought it as hard as he could, but all he felt was the gun barrel pressing harder and harder.  His hand now shook as he tried to fight what he was afraid would be inevitable.  He could now hear the shocked gasps of the women…except for Monica. 

“No!” Diane shouted in total alarm.

Diane’s plea was the key Karen had been waiting for.  If she hadn’t heard that one word from one of the women, she would have gone ahead with the plan anyway, but hearing it, only made it that much better.  This was the part that Karen really didn’t want to do.  This was the part that she was so afraid of.  This was the part the she knew…would hurt.  Bad!  Moving quickly, she suddenly raised the gun, and brought the handle of it down as hard as she could, right on their shared male sex organ.  Steve’s penis and balls erupted in pain.  As bad as it hurt though, she had to keep doing it.  Again she hit herself with the gun handle as hard as she could.  The pain got worse, much worse.  The third time she did it, Steve sank to his knees in pain.  But Karen wasn’t stopping.  The gun came up and it struck over and over again…as Karen tried her best to send messages through to Steve’s pain clouded brain.

Steve was in major pain.  His own gun was attacking him, and he couldn’t stop it.  Something in the middle of it all hit his mind.  Something he had heard in the witch’s chant.  Drop the gun.  It was his only way out.  The only way he could end it.  With seemingly ease, he tried to get his hand to release the weapon, and he was surprised when the thing fell out of his hand and bounced onto the floor.  Glad to be finally rid of it and the never ending pain it was giving him, he writhed on the floor in agony. 

“And that...” Monica said, “is only a sample of what will happen any time you try to attack anyone ever again.  And most likely, next time, it will be much worse.”  Her voice held nothing but vehemence, and Steve didn’t miss that at all.

The shock of what had just happened had gripped all the women.  The thought would soon hit every one of them, but it hit Ruth first.  The power of the Sorceress was indeed amazing.  Truly, undeniably, amazing. 

“Get him out of here,” Monica said just before she slowly walked back to her desk.  Inwardly, she herself was going crazy.  Had she really held the gun to her own chest and ordered him to pull the trigger?  Yeah, she had.  But that was only because she really didn’t know if she deserved to live or die.  Despite the abuse and the circumstances, she had killed her husband.  She herself was a murder.  Steve wanted to kill her…to kill all of them, but she had actually killed someone.  Murdered him!  Her own husband!  And then, afterwards, to stand there so close and watch as the power of the Sorceress took over and Steve literally attacked himself so…brutally!  It had been…awful…horrible…unbelievable…and all too satisfying.  How did the Sorceress do it?  She had no idea. 

She sat down at her desk and pulled out the center drawer.  There, right where she had put them, were all the bullets she had taken from Steve’s gun.  The Sorceress had suggested she unload the gun where he couldn’t see – just in case!  She had never been in that great danger, but the gun being unloaded never once made a difference to her.  As far as she had been able to react to the whole thing, it was as if all those bullets had still been there.  She closed the drawer again.  She didn’t want to see them.  She would ask Diane to get rid of them when they left for the night.  Now, she just wanted to sit and recover.  The Sorceress.  How powerful was she? 

Ruth and Carla were getting their things together to leave.  Diane knelt over Steve’s still writhing body.  “You had to go and try to kill us,” she said quietly.  “Even me!  And I thought that maybe after last weekend you might like me.  You might want to spend more time with me.”

“You’re a witch!” Steve replied angrily.  “A damn witch!”

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m…” but she didn’t finish.  Steve thinking that she was a witch like Monica was to her benefit.  For her own safety, Steve had to keep thinking that, no matter how false it actually was.  “Damn you!” Diane finally said.  “I liked you.  I really liked you!  Now get out of here…and take that damn gun with you!”  She walked off to find something to clean the floor with.  It wouldn’t do to leave their pentagram where everyone could see it when they came into work tomorrow. 

Inside of Steve’s head, Karen was resting…sort of.  She was more than a bit overcome with pain just then, but she knew she would survive – she hoped.  She didn’t know what damage she had done to their shared body, but it had to be done.  She really hoped just then that the damage was minimal and that the pain would go away – quickly!  She hurt! 

Steve forced himself to his knees.  He forced himself to his feet, although he couldn’t manage to stand up straight.  Still in the center of the witch’s circle, he pulled his pants up and painfully fastened them.  He saw the gun on the floor and picked it up.  Useless.  Totally useless. 

He had failed.  He hadn’t managed to kill any of them.  They had known in advance that he was coming for them, and they had taken him by surprise.  And now?  Now he knew that he could never do anything to hurt any of them again.  Ever!  Somehow they had again placed some kind of weird magic spell on him.  Only this time, anytime he tried to hurt any of them…he guessed any time he tried to hurt anyone at all…he would only wind up hurting himself instead. 

Feeling lower and more depressed than ever, he shuffled his way out the door and headed for his car.  He didn’t drive home.  He headed instead straight to the sporting goods store where he had bought the gun and returned it, getting only half of his money back for it.  The clerk had been alarmed when he walked in and saw the way Steve looked, but Steve refused to say anything about what had happened to him.  Who would believe him?  Nobody believed that magic really existed.  Nobody…except him. 

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Susan sat breathlessly waiting for an email to tell her how things went.  The moment she saw one come in from Monica, she opened it. 

Sorceress,

It’s done.  It worked.  More tomorrow.

Monica

That was it?  Susan expected more.  Much more.  But at least it was over now and Monica had said it had worked.  So what exactly had gone on? 

It wasn’t until several hours later that she got an email from Karen detailing everything that had happened.  Susan was very concerned about the pain Karen was in and the fact that Steve’s penis and balls were now swollen up to twice their normal size, but she had expected something of the sort.  If it hadn’t been painful, the lesson would have never sank in.  And evidently, this lesson was one that Steve had finally learned.  According to Karen, he had returned the gun to the store, and he was feeling lower and more defeated than at any time in his entire life. 

A lesson very well learned.