Revenge
By Karen Singer
Chapter 35 – Part 2
of 2
Every
single store. Every department in every
single store. Every part of every
department in every single store. Paying
the most attention to, and lingering the longest in the feminine areas far more
than anything else. Examining feminine
things. Touching feminine things. Trying feminine things…especially every
sample in the mall. And everywhere they
went, Steve garnered looks that ranged from outright amusement, to spiteful
hate. Yet there wasn’t one thing he
could do about any of it. And then they
stopped for lunch – long after most other people had already eaten. That was the only thing so far that Steve had
to open his purse for and pull out any money.
He couldn’t believe it.
His feet were sore and tired. Diane was wearing flats. Her feet weren’t sore, so she claimed, but
she did say she was tired. “So take me
home!” he flat out told her.
“I can’t. You drove!”
“Then where’s my car?”
“Outside. In the parking lot.”
“Bullshit!” he muttered. He had already searched the entire parking
lot, all the way around the humongous mall.
His car wasn’t there! Instead he
and Diane had looked at makeup. Squirted
themselves with perfume samples. Smelled
candles. Fondled millions of miles of
clothes. Tried on clothes – himself
included because every time he tried to not do it, his back began that horrible
itching the witch had plagued him with in Saint Thomas. The damn witch.
Monica just refused to back
off…much to Diane’s delight. For much of
the day now, he and Diane had gone from one feminine thing to another, looking
at this and that, and also passing through every department in every store,
including the places that sold things he would have normally been interested in
seeing.
And then, just as Steve finally
began to get his breath after half a day of shopping, his eyes went wide again
as his body seemed to get up by itself from their lunch table in the food
court, and carry him right back out into the mall to start all over again.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know!” Steve exclaimed
angrily. “My damn body is just going
again.”
Diane was tired, but she followed
after him. It really had turned out to
be a fairly nice day…sort of. If Steve
had been a woman, she would have really enjoyed it. But she had still actually enjoyed it – a
lot. But then that was because of her
dominant side that liked to be exercised and tickled every once in a
while. She still just wished that the
other side of her could get some attention too.
“Damn! Not again,” Steve exclaimed. “We’ve already been in this store.”
“Twice!” Diane pointed out.
It did no good. Under Karen’s instructions to keep Steve out
and in the public eye for as long as possible, and looking at feminine things
as much as possible, she once again began leading him through every store in
the mall.
Diane’s cell phone rang. As tired as she was, she pulled it from her
purse. “Hello?”
“Are you with Steve?”
Diane recognized Monica’s
voice. “Oh yeah!” she said. “I’m still here. Exhausted, but still here. Where are you?”
“In the parking lot, hoping Steve
is still there. Carla and I both came.”
“We’re upstairs right now,” Diane
told them. Try finding us in some of the
little stores near the food court.”
“Be there as quick as we can.”
“Don’t hurry,” Diane told
them. “I don’t think we’re leaving here
for a long time yet.” She heard Monica
laugh as she hung up the phone. Now
where was Steve? Oh there, looking at
lipstick…again.
It was fifteen minutes before Carla
and Monica caught up with them, and when they did, they were treated to the
sight of Steve seeming to be all too interested in a display of costume
jewelry. Diane was right at his side,
discussing some of it with him. “How’s
it going?” Monica asked as she and Carla made their presence known. Monica immediately noted the look of pure hatred
on Steve’s face.
“Pretty good,” Diane told her. “It’s just been a long day.”
“So leave,” Monica suggested.
“I can’t. I came with him.”
“Why? You knew he was going to be here a while.”
“Yeah. And I’m staying.”
Monica shrugged. “Suit yourself. We just came to see what he was up to.” Again she noted the look of pure hate in
Steve’s eyes.
“We’re just shopping,” Diane
said. “Not buying anything. But still shopping. Pretty hard actually.” She smiled.
“For a lot of it, it’s been a pretty nice day…if you don’t count the way
everyone has been looking at us and laughing at him.”
“You’re the one who rode with him.”
“I know. And I’m still glad I did.”
“You’re glad?”
Diane nodded, and her eyes lit up
bright and excited. She pulled Monica
and Carla further away from Steve and whispered, “I talked to the Sorceress
today. It was…awesome!” she
breathed.
“You what?” Carla exclaimed.
Diane nodded. “Shh!
Don’t let him know!”
“Don’t…” Monica stammered. “Where was she? Is she still here?”
“I thought she was somewhere far
away,” Carla added.
Diane nodded. “She was here, but she wasn’t. She was…I guess, controlling Steve from
wherever she is. When I talked to her,
she said Steve was sound asleep and still thinking he was in bed.”
“Sounds all wrong,” Carla muttered.
Diane shook her head. “But it wasn’t! And when she woke Steve up and he saw where
he was and what was going on…oh wow what a commotion. It was…awesome!”
“So she’s like, gone now?” Carla
asked skeptically.
Diane shook her head. “I don’t think she’s completely gone. I keep seeing little signs of her at work all
day long. She keeps making Steve do
things he doesn’t want to do…”
“Bullshit!” Carla exclaimed, not
believing it.
“…and making him go places he
doesn’t want to go,” Diane finished. She
looked between Monica and Carla. “Trust me!
I’ve been watching him closely all day!”
“Did you try talking to her again?”
Monica asked skeptically.
“Just once. I got no response at all. I was only talking to Steve and nobody else.”
“Sounds weird,” Carla said.
“Sounds impossible,” Monica added.
Diane nodded. “Just like everything else she’s always
done. Weird…and impossible.”
The way Diane had said that, both
Monica and Carla could only agree.
“So how much longer are you going
to be here?”
“No idea,” Diane told them. “I’m just waiting to see. Are you joining us?”
“That’s what we’re here for,”
Monica agreed with a grin.
They walked back over to where
Steve was now hanging a colorful necklace over his head and looking in a mirror
to see how it looked. As far as Monica
was concerned, he looked…ridiculous. And
Monica noted that he looked that way despite the cute dress he was
wearing. She saw him turn his head. He seemed to be acting one way, but the look
on his face and especially in his eyes was nothing but pure hatred –
still. And she watched as his body
seemed to remove the necklace, replace it with another one, and then go back to
arranging it and primping in the mirror.
Strange. And weird! Maybe there was something to what Diane had
just told them.
“How’s it going?” Monica asked
Steve directly, not only noting the look of hatred still in his eyes, but also
getting quite a bit of satisfaction from it.
“How much longer do I have to
endure this…torture?” Steve asked angrily.
“How much more of this do I have to take?”
“But Steve. It looks like you’re having a great time.”
“I…hate this!” he spat angrily.
Monica and the others watched as he
picked up a hair decoration and held it on top of his head, and looked at
himself in the mirror again. It was one
of the strangest things any of them had ever seen. The look on his face said one thing. The words that left his mouth agreed. But his actions were just the opposite.
Together, they all finished going
around the mall again. And then at
Carla’s suggestion, they all managed to stop in a nice Italian restaurant in
the mall for dinner. It was a much
welcomed relief for Diane, and especially Steve. But once dinner was over, once again Steve
was driven to go back out and shop, nearly leaving everyone else behind as
Karen literally walked him out of the restaurant when the others wanted to
stay.
Monica and Carla only stayed a few
more minutes with Steve and Diane. Since
there didn’t seem to be any point in them staying longer, they left, telling Diane
they couldn’t wait to get the full story from her on Monday.
Once again, Steve and Diane
continued going through the same places they had visited multiple times
throughout the long day. They kept
shopping until nearly eight thirty when some of the stores in the mall began
getting ready to close. That was when
Steve suddenly turned to Diane and said, “I think it’s time to go back to the
car and go home.”
Diane was caught off guard. But she noticed immediately the change in
Steve’s tone of voice, as well as his manner.
“Sorceress?” she whispered.
But Steve immediately turned away
and began heading for the parking lot.
Steve, listening in, never really caught what Diane had said since she
had barely whispered the word, but he didn’t miss the fact that his body had
said it was time to go home. That witch
Monica was long gone now. She must have
finally decided it was enough. It was
about time! Way, way past time. Somehow, someday, someway, he was going to
kill her for this. For this and so many
other atrocities she had done to him.
Somehow. Someway.
Steve was so glad to get back
outside into the parking lot, even though he wasn’t in control of his
body…again. But his body seemed to be
taking him somewhere that obviously led directly to the cars ahead. He and Diane entered a row of cars and kept
walking, passing perhaps half a dozen cars, when his body suddenly
stopped. And stood there. And Steve realized he was looking at his own
car. “My car!” he exclaimed, staring at
it with disbelief.
“Um…yeah,” Diane replied.
“But…it’s right there!”
“That’s where you parked.”
“But it wasn’t here earlier. I looked.
I walked through the whole parking lot looking for it.”
“Well, it was right here where you
left it,” Diane replied.
Steve shook his head. “I don’t believe you.”
Diane shrugged. “Suit yourself. Now are we going home?”
The ride back to Steve’s apartment
was mostly silent. Diane could see that
Steve was still angry, but at least he wasn’t yelling or complaining
anymore. She was also very sure that
this time it was Steve who was driving and not the Sorceress. In fact, as far as she could tell, now that
Steve was going home, all traces of the Sorceress seemed to be gone. Which was kind of a pity, because Diane would
have really liked to talk to her again.
As Steve drove, Diane did her best
to study him. It had been a very
interesting day. One she had actually
enjoyed. It was all just a shame. “How bad was it?” she finally asked softly.
Steve turned his head quickly
towards her, the angry look back in his eyes, then he turned back to the road
again. “Awful! I hated it!
I could kill all of you!”
Diane fervently hoped he wouldn’t
be able to. She had no doubt that he did
want to kill them – including her. “You
know,” she said. “I enjoyed it.”
“You would! You witch!”
Diane had no doubt she deserved
that comment. She ignored it. “That’s not what I meant,” she said. She saw him look briefly towards her, then
away again. “What I meant is that…well,
if you didn’t look so…ridiculous, then we could have been nothing more than two
girlfriends out shopping for the day.
And that’s mostly what it was.
Two friends out shopping.”
“I’m not a girl. And I’m not a friend!”
“I know,” Diane replied
softly. She took a big chance. “But Steve…I’d like to be your friend.”
Steve nearly wrecked the car. Fortunately, there were no other cars around
him at the time and he soon had things under control again. “It sure doesn’t look like it to me. No friend would do what you do to me. A friend would help me instead.”
But Diane saw things
differently. “I don’t know,” she
replied. “Maybe some friends might do
things like that to you…or with you.”
“Not in my book!”
“No,” Diane replied sadly. “I’m sure.”
But in her book, they were the kind of things that added the only real
bits of interest to her life. Steve just
couldn’t see that…yet.
“I’d still like to be your friend,”
she said.
“Then stop doing this to me! Stop it, you witch!”
“I’m not a witch!” she told him.
“Close enough!”
Was he right? Was she close enough? But…
“I’m not a witch,” she said again.
“No. Maybe not.
But you are Monica’s friend. And
there’s no way you can tell me that she’s not a witch. And a damn powerful one.”
Diane could have told him. She could have set the record straight. But it was for their own protection and
safety that Steve had to believe Monica was a witch. He was supposed to believe they were all
witches – for their own safety. But
Diane was still hung up on Steve. And
since the Sorceress refused to make him love her, then she was doing the only
thing she could. She was trying to be
his friend instead.
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It had been a long and wonderful
day for Karen. Difficult at times, but
she thought she had handled everything brilliantly. At least as far as she was concerned. And poor Steve, he had been tormented
endlessly for the entire day. She could
still feel his seething hatred for all of it as he went about getting ready for
bed…driven by thoughts of exhaustion that Karen herself was feeding him.
But as Steve did this and that in
his apartment, slowly settling down for the night, Karen was still remembering
things from the day. And especially
things that Diane had said. She said she
wanted to be a friend. But a friend
was…. Her mind turned immediately to
Saint Thomas…and Ellie. She still missed
her. Somewhat at least. But Ellie and Mandy had been like friends in
a way. Girlfriends. And Karen had actually enjoyed that. Especially since they didn’t seem to mind
poking fun at Steve in the least.
And now here was Diane, asking to
be her friend…no, Steve’s friend! Diane
knew nothing at all about Karen living inside of Steve, and Karen knew without
a doubt that things had to stay that way!
It was more than important. It
was critical! But still, would Diane
make a good friend? As far as Karen
could see, she might make a very good friend.
Especially since she did have that dominant side where she liked to tie
Steve up and be in control.
But to have a friend. An actual friend. Karen wondered how she could manage that and
not let Diane know anything at all about her real nature. It would be difficult. Maybe impossible. And maybe it was something she could ask
Susan about.
Once Steve settled down in
bed. Karen immediately put him fully to
sleep. She got up and logged into their
computer and started a new email to Susan.
She told Susan in detail everything that had happened all day, and
especially about Diane. Including about
Diane wanting to be a friend. And…was
there any way that Susan could see, that Karen herself might one day have a
friend?
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Diane had driven straight
home. But her thoughts refused to leave
Steve. It had been a long and tiring
day…especially for him. She had no doubt
he had hated every bit of it. But this
time it wasn’t Monica or any of them that had been punishing Steve, this time
it had been the Sorceress. Diane had
only gone along to watch. This time, it
had been the Sorceress’s turn.
The Sorceress. So powerful.
She was…awesome! It was the only
way Diane could think of her. And she
had talked to the Sorceress…sort of…this morning. She had actually spoken to her! She was somewhat awed by that as well. But the Sorceress, as powerful as she was,
wouldn’t grant the one thing that Diane wanted.
The Sorceress had refused to make Steve love her.
Diane remembered the long day now
behind her, and she remembered a few weeks ago when poor Steve had been forced
to play puppy for the entire weekend.
She had enjoyed that a lot. But
there was one small part of that weekend that she would never forget. For that one brief evening, she had let Steve
tie her up and have his way with her.
And it had been…magical.
Magical. Magic.
Witches. Sorceress.
Yearning. Submitting.
Trusting. Loving.
Diane wanted the magic again. Firing up her old used secondhand computer,
she dug an email address out of her purse.
An email address that was nothing but a bunch of random letters and
numbers…as far as she could see. An
email address that held no clue as to who the owner actually was. The email address of the Sorceress.
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With the time zone difference, it
wasn’t all that late when Susan got Diane’s email. She was surprised to see it mostly because
she was still waiting to hear from Karen.
But what she read, raised her eyebrows.
Dear Sorceress,
It was awesome to see
you at work today, and even more so to actually talk to you! I still can’t believe it!
Sorceress, I know you
said you wouldn’t make Steve love me.
But I still want him. And I can’t
stop thinking about him. So if you won’t
let him love me, then I’m still going to try to be his friend – as much as
he’ll let me anyway. I know he doesn’t
want me for a friend, and in many ways I guess I can’t blame him.
Please don’t worry
though. I have no intention of telling him anything at all about you. And after watching you at work on him today,
I’m more amazed at what you can do than ever.
But Sorceress, since
you won’t make Steve love me, then I have another request. A much smaller one. And please consider this – for my sake.
I want to do things
with Steve again. You already know I
like to be dominant sometimes. But I
also told you I yearn for someone to dominate and control me. Sorceress, especially since we’re talking
about Steve, I need some kind of assurance that if I let him tie me up somehow,
that I will be safe and that he will eventually release me. I know he’s not supposed to be able to hurt
me, but I also need to know that he won’t just leave me there helpless, to rot
and die.
Please consider doing
this one tiny thing for me Sorceress.
Please.
Your friend,
Diane
Susan read though Diane’s email
twice. What had gone on? She couldn’t wait to get Karen’s email. She checked her inbox one more time, and was
surprised to see another email coming in just then. From Karen!
She quickly opened it and read it.
It was a lengthy email detailing their entire day, including Diane. But the parts that caught Susan the most, was
Karen wondering about a friendship with Diane.
How would that work? How could
that work? Susan herself wasn’t sure if
it should work. But Karen was her surrogate daughter. Karen had been so good. And evidently Karen herself had managed
brilliantly today. Susan would go
through Karen’s detailed email again later to try to relive as much of it as
possible for her own enjoyment.
Diane wanted Steve to be her friend
and she wanted assurances that he wouldn’t leave her stranded. Karen wanted a friend.
Susan’s ignored Diane’s email that
had come in first and wrote to Karen instead.
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Karen had wandered around the
apartment for a few minutes, only waiting to see if Susan would get back to her
before tomorrow. Sometimes she did,
sometimes she didn’t. Fifteen minutes
after sending the email, Karen checked again and saw a reply. A reply asking her to phone Susan so they
could talk.
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Diane settled down in bed. But her mind was still on her day with Steve,
and the email she had sent to the Sorceress.
Giving up one more time, she got up to check to see if there was a reply
yet…not that she really expected one.
She was just anxious and hoped there would be. She was thrilled to see a reply – already!
Dear Diane,
I cannot make Steve
want to be your friend. I’m afraid
you’ll have to earn that. But I have a
feeling it may not be as difficult as you may think. At this point I’m quite sure he needs a good
friend.
I have only one
request. As you said, please don’t let
Steve know anything at all about me.
That’s all I ask.
Now, as to him not
leaving you helpless, that much I have now taken care of. Please don’t make any more requests like that
of me. They are not as easy to manage as
you may think.
The Sorceress
2 comments:
loving the story. Karen you're an excellent writer and storyteller, can't wait for each chapter to see what acutely embarrassing/humiliating situations steve will find himself in next.
There was this guy way back when, who’s personality was shared, and eventually obliterated, by his deceased mother. After much blood was spilled. Norman; Norman Bates. Could this be a solution for Karen and Diane? And Steve would just go away forever? I mean, Karen wouldn’t have to slash a bunch of people in order to take over. I’m just sayin’.
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