by R. K. Star
As she exited her room she didn’t notice me hiding in the corner and when she noticed someone was hiding there she shrieked in surprise. I returned her surprise with a quick but hard jab to her nose. It hit her square in the face. Again I clench my fingers to my palm I could feel my nails digging in and I gave her another one.
“How do you like that, stupid bitch!” I shouted at her.
I could see the agony in her face it was thrilling and then I gave her another one. This one sent a stream of fresh blood out her noise. The colour of red on Stephanie face was an amusing sight. She staggered back and fell on her behind. She raised her hands up to shielded herself.
“Who the fuck are you bitch? Why are you in my home?”
My wait has rewarded me. This surprise caught Stephanie completely off guard and my fist on her face felt so good. The expression on her ugly plastic-cosmetic face was worth it.
“Don’t you remember me. You had so much fun abusing me, tormenting me all those years in high school. How do you like it?” I had much more in store for Stephanie, much more. This hour would be her worst nightmare yet and it will be one she never wakes from.
“Layana, Layana is that you? You stupid ass bitch. Didn’t I teach you several good lessons in high school not to mess with me?”
“Yes, you did. You always had Joan and Lisa to help you. You were popular, you were cool and you thought it was right to bully me all those years didn’t you.” At the end of the sentence I pulled my leg back and gave her a hard kick. I hit the side of her leg she had sticking out.
“I hated the stupid look on your face all those years. You annoyed me the whole time.”
“Today it’s my turn, just looking at your stupid face now all bloody-up makes me grin.” I flash a big smile at her.
Stephanie open her mouth to start a rebuttal but I pounced on her.
“How do you like that, stupid bitch.” I slapped her across the face as I spoke with haste. “How do you like that, stupid bitch,” again across the face.
Stephanie’s hands push against me trying to get me off but I had her fully mounted and she was hopeless, or so I thought. In a brief moment, her movements changed and she started wiggling and thrusting her hips. She broke free her legs and was able to guard herself. Things happened so fast, she passed through a transit position and had me in a side control. Before I knew it, she was in a dominant position and had me in an arm-bar. I felt pressure on my elbow joint as Stephanie hyperextend it. I felt excruciating pain. My muscles and ligaments felt as if they were being torn and my elbow joint was going to dislocate. Helpless I cried in pain.
Stephanie let go of her position and mounted me. “How do you like that, stupid bitch.” She began to slap me as she mumbled the words.
It was her mistake to let go of her arm-bar. The agonizing pain of the arm-bar left my mind in disarray and I couldn’t focus my mind. Her slaps were all too familiar and nothing new I haven’t suffered before. My cheeks had been desensitized and dulled to pain. With my telekinesis—I sent a massive force and knock her back towards the wall.
“Ahh, what the fuck was that!” Stephanie was stunned and freaked out.
Quickly I pounced on her again and punched her in the face a couple of times. I felt the bones in my knuckles break and a pain radiating throughout my hand. My gloves were ripped in certain spots, I didn’t even realize it happened. I changed back to slapping her across the face. My hands felt a sharp throbbing pain I never felt before but it was so satisfying giving Stephanie face an onslaught with my own hands.
Stephanie had no power to resist me now and honestly, I was empty myself. I was fatigue beyond grief and almost wanted to call it a day and go home. But I persisted, I was now going to the next part of the torment I had planned.
With overwhelming discomfort, I dragged Stephanie back to her room and flopped her on her mattress. My left arm felt heavy but light at the same time as if it was floating away. The arm was tingling as if someone was sleeping on it for several hours and cut off the blood supply. My right hand felt as if needles were rapidly stabbing through my flesh, blood ooze slowly and thickly from the torn skin. Clots of blood scabbed together at the opening. I looked at Stephanie, she was slowly turning her head and moaning in displeasure. One of the happiest sights in my life.
I pulled Stephanie’s shirt off, and wiped off the blood. She didn’t start to swell up yet and from a distance you couldn’t quite tell if she had been beaten up. I unfasten her button and unzipped her zipper allowing me to pull her pants off. I felt so naughty and aroused at the same time. She had a nice toned and sexy body. I noticed Stephanie had her laptop on, it saved me the trouble of having to unlock it. I log in to a self-broadcasting site online where exhibitionist and people looking to make quick dollars were masturbating online. I made an account to broadcast Stephanie with all her personal information from her social media. This time I was getting even with what she had done to me.
My physical education class was at last period on Friday. I remember that day clearly, oh yes, it would never fade from my memory. I was beginning grade ten in high school. The day went by uneventful, these days were rare and far in between. I thank the heavens when I had a day without drama. As I changed my clothes and exited the change room, my high school crush said he had something to tell me. I was thrilled that he spoke to me. Needless to say, infatuation took hold of my better senses and judgement. He told me he wanted to speak in private and lured me into the boy’s change room.
I remember the whole time my mind shouted something isn’t adding up, something didn’t make sense. If he wanted to speak in private we had privacy in the gymnasium already. He could have spoken to me right there, no one was near to eavesdrop. As we approach the boys change room a deep urge told me to run away but my desire gave me courage and led me on. Even as we approached the entrance of the boy’s change room my legs almost collapsed, they were soft and limp refusing to carry me any further. It was my brain’s way of doing all it could to prevent me from going on. It was a shame its efforts were wasted as my heart sent a bolt of energy and revitalized and rejuvenated my whole body when he turned around and said come on. I walked in excitedly, as I went in, he sprang away and then a watery slush of brown liquid soaked me from head to toe. It was soil and dirt, a filthy mud mixture. I saw Lisa, she was holding a large bucket that contained the watery mud. Stephanie was there too, she helped Lisa lift and chuck that at me. There were a few other girls there and boys, all who I recognize. They were all friends of the popular trio, they were the cool kids. I looked at myself in disgust, tears rushing to my eyes but I held them back. Everyone was laughing for some reason, they thought it was funny to humiliate me, to torture me—or perhaps it’s a nervous laughter because they didn’t know how to react.
Just as I turned around to get out of the locker room, Stephanie grabbed me. I remember Stephanie saying let’s strip this bitch naked she’s filthy and trying to leave before showering. She began to forcefully restrain me tried to pull my shirt off. I heard one of the boys asking her to stop and said she was just going to throw the shit on me and that was it. The voice sounded like the boy I had the crush, he probably felt bad for what happen. I didn’t care for him at this point or any point in the future. I only had hatred towards him and he was irredeemable.
I fought hard and broke free from Stephanie but Lisa was on me in an instant. At this point I notice Joan wasn’t with them. Lisa and Stephanie wrestle me to the ground. I twisted and turned and flex every muscle in my body. They did their best to hold me in place but I wasn’t making it easy for them. Stephanie realized she wouldn’t be able to strip me without extreme difficulty and time. She called out for help, she needed hands to help hold me down. In a flash, I felt a firm grip on my right leg then another firm grip on my left. I could feel firm pressure keeping my legs in place. I looked to see what was happening and noticed two boys, each holding a separate leg. They had a nasty grin on their face, a face of a lustful pervert.
Ste
phanie made quick work now with my legs pinned down and Lisa restraining my upper body. Stephanie pulled my shirt off with savagery, I heard the fabric break. She grabbed my bra and pulled, even pulling me with it until the straps broke. The boys were coming closer to check out my breast and I heard them giggle. I used my arm to try and cover up but Lisa held my hands away. I saw Stephanie walk to my pants and undid the button and zipper. I knew what she was going to do and I began twisting and twirling again. I didn’t care about covering up and tried to hit her. At one moment I broke free and grabbed her hair and pulled as hard as I could. I pulled and heard Stephanie scream but Lisa quickly wring my hands until I lost my grip. I could see the fury in Stephanie’s eyes as she yanked my pants and underwear off together. She got stuck at my shoes and couldn’t pull them off. She tried to yank my shoes off but they wouldn’t budge. Frantically she unlaced and removed them. She pulled them straight off my body until I was completely nude. Then she grabbed hold of my legs and invited the other boys to have a look at the slut. Lisa held my arms in place and fighting would be in vain, I was hopeless. I laid there crying, nude and desperate to run off but incapable. They held me down for what felt like eternity but was probably less than a minute.
Stephanie and Lisa hauled me up and dragged me to the communal shower and pushed me down, they turned on the water max and blasted me. They taunted me for another minute calling me every profanity imaginable. When they had their fun, they left me with one more surprise. They were going to leave my mud soak and stained clothing in the middle of the gymnasium. I would have to run out naked as my peers and possibly teachers gawked in bewilderment. They were inhumane and heartless. Truly vicious and wicked. You would imagine they harmed me enough but it was never enough. Stephanie still bore a grudge for the slaps I gave her in which she returned multifold. They left me naked with the water still running. I wanted to hide in a hole and wake up for this to be one horrible dream, that’s all, just a dream.
My legs failed me, they wouldn’t lift up my body. Where was the power of my heart now, that boost of energy was needed. Suddenly a boost of energy did surge through my body. It was Friday, the boys’ varsity volleyball has practice at the end of classes. I don’t know how long it has been since last period ended but I knew any minute that a group of boys would enter the locker room. I would either hide in a corner and hope nobody sees me, which was foolish to even think. Or the other option was to go now and hope for the best. I didn’t need time to decide. The best option was to go now.
I picked myself up and with haste went to check if any of my clothes were still there. Stephanie kept true to her words, she took my clothes with her. I opened the door and peeked outside, there were already a few students in the gymnasium but no teachers present. I saw my clothes scrambled near the centre. With one hand I covered up my breast and the other my vagina. I sprinted as fast as I could while covering up best I could. I felt the eyes of my peers on my skin and imagined their expression was shock and surprise. I picked up my shirt first and used it to help cover myself up. I avoided eye contact with anyone, pretending no one was there made it easier. I was able to focus less on covering myself up and moving quicker to grab my items and run back to the girl’s locker room. I didn’t care my backside was completely exposed I just wanted to be gone fast. I had nothing to dry myself off with so I put my clothes back on while still wet. My bra was broken so there was no point in putting that on. The cold air made my nipples stick out like gumdrops. It was very difficult to pull my pants up as it stuck to my skin. I didn’t bother with my socks. I put my backpack on my front side to cover up. I took a deep breath then ran out the locker room and kept running, running. I knew all eyes were on me, they probably had questions what happen or what I was doing there. I didn’t stop to give anyone a chance to ask. I kept running until I got home then I let out a breath of relief. The nightmare was over.
I typed in the heading as: order this bitch around. I clicked record show. It wasn’t long before Stephanie had a group of perverts checking her out. Someone would request her to take off her bra, I controlled her arms and made it seem as if she took off her bra. I didn’t want anyone to catch me with Stephanie before her death. Someone would request her to take off her panty and so I did as they commanded. Stephanie was coming back to her senses now. She realized she was naked and saw me watching her. She saw that the webcam was on and she saw herself naked on the screen. Her face gasped in shock and it was satisfying to see her realized what I was doing to her. I felt a pressure in my mind as she tried to move but I overpowered her. She received a good beating and wasn’t strong enough to break my telekinesis on her. These people online were perverts as they ask to see every inch, nook and cranny. But I obliged them, I put Stephanie body in all sorts of positions, lifting this limb and spreading that one. Someone even ask if Stephanie had any sex toys, it didn’t surprise me that I found one hidden in a drawer. The online crowd became rowdy and started demanding instead of asking. They demanding the toy be put there and inserted here, so many things I didn’t even know of. I saw tears run down Stephanie’s eyes. I knew pain wasn’t the reason for her tears but embarrassment and shame. It was at this moment I realized Stephanie was a weak person. She drew strength from her crowd and she drew strength from bullying and humiliating others. It made her feel good and it elevated her confidence by pushing others down, a wicked poison used by a coward.
After about twenty minutes of controlling Stephanie I felt my head fatigue, I was losing my hold on her body. My body itched and strained as my mind weaken. I saved the cam recording and made it available then ended the broadcast.
“This is what I owed you from high school. Remember what you’ve done to me?” I asked Stephanie, wanting her to admit all the wrong she has harm me.
Stephanie didn’t say anything but had the same hideous stubborn look on her face. I slapped her hard across each cheek to restore some humility back into her. After all those years of acting a bitch and treating people as if they were her servants had put her into a class of her own. My hand throbbed with pain. I probably hurt myself more by slapping her, Stephanie messed me up earlier and my arm was battered up.
It didn’t matter if Stephanie admitted or apologize for her crimes. I was past that point now, I was satisfied. All that was left for Stephanie and myself was death. This would end our ties with each other and resolve everything.
I grabbed her pillow and placed it on her face. My mind was weakening and I used my body weight to hold the pillow down and form a complete obstruction of airflow. I was still able to hold Stephanie down with my telekinesis but I wasn’t able to move her body anymore. It was seven forty-five in the evening. I still had time. I would hold onto the pillow for ten minutes and still have some time to clean up and then make my exit. I got into a comfortable position and watch the time pass by.
I became spooked when I heard the front door opened. Only two minutes had pass, Stephanie still had a pulse. She was alive but was unconscious now. My heart raced and I felt it beating hard against my chest almost jumping out and running away. My legs were stiff and my body wouldn’t move. Should I abandon murdering Stephanie and make a run for it now? If I get caught I would be in trouble. I hesitated, I had no idea what to do. My mind was telling me to run, run, run. Run fast as you can and go somewhere, where no one would ever find you. Start again, I could start up again and make a new life for myself I was a strong person. I saw it on television drama shows. All I had to do was get a fake identification and hide from the government. I could cut my hair, dye my hair. I could get a tan and apply makeup.
I punched Stephanie again, damn her, damn this fucking bitch!
No! I wasn’t going to run. No way I was going to let her win. If I was going to get caught I was going to kill her first. I walked softy to peek, sweat beads all over my face. My hands were shaking uncontrollable. I held my breath and looked over the corner. It was Stephanie’s dad, he was home earlier then his normal time. He didn’t spot me so I made my way
back up quietly. The floor boards made a very silent squeak. I knew what to do now.
I dragged Stephanie’s body to the bathtub. Plugged it up and started filling it with water. I grabbed a few of Stephanie’s light fabric clothing. I soaked the fabric in the water until it was completely wet. Carefully I applied the fabric to cover the entirety of her face. She made some movement and tried to pull the cloth off her face. I used my telekinesis again to hold her down. I soaked another one of her shirts and then carefully I place it over her face.
Stephanie’s mouth was wide open and she was gasping for air. I hovered my hand over her mouth but could feel no air movement. There should be a complete blockage of airflow but to be certain I wetted one more shirt and draped it over her face again. I focus my control on her head, she was using every muscle trying to thrash the fabrics off. My grip on her body was weakening. I used my hands to help hold her head in place to relieve the stress on my mind. It was amusing to watch Stephanie struggle for air. I enjoyed watching her struggle, it was calming me downing. My hands stopped shaking and my heart rate settle back down.
The early return of Stephanie’s father set me back. I knew Stephanie’s mom and sister would return home in a few moments and then they would have their take-out supper. They would come looking for Stephanie when she doesn’t come down for supper. It had been a little over five minutes since I place the first shirt but I had to make some compromises. It wasn’t the ten minutes I was comfortable with. However I was comfortable that Stephanie wasn’t going to regain consciousness now and pull the shirts off her face. Most likely she was deceased already. I only had to make sure no one would come in here for the next few minutes and call an ambulance or perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on her. There was a shower radio, I turned it on then lock the door on my way out. It would appear that Stephanie was taking a bath and I would be gone before they realized she was dead. If I was lucky people may believe it was suicide.