Page 5 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions

I fell in love.

When I got good enough, and confident enough, I even started dancing at the club.

Eventually I did start having sex again too. I never went into the back rooms or the private suites. It was always in the main room where Jason or his friend, the owner, could see me. I was not an exhibitionist by nature, but rather required the knowledge of their presence in order for me to fully submit. The Doms understood my hard limits. I was never to be restrained or secluded. Through them, I learned to own my submissive nature. I learned how to enjoy sex for the first time in my life.

I learned that sex was not the weapon I’d experienced it to be when I was only fifteen years old.

Age 29

It was nearly time.We had our plans, were making final preparations. I was bringing them all back home.

There was a news article about my suicide in the paper last year. I had written it myself, even ending it with the misleading information that my suicide had been successful. I did not send it to anyone on my list. I did not want them thinking about me. If one of them saw it and sent it to another, that was fine, but I did not want suspicious activity to happen leading up to the start of my revenge. Instead, I sent the article to those who had not had a part in my attack. I sent it to my hometown officials and the school principal. The adults who had donenothingto avenge me and had covered up my attack for a fucking sports title. Had any of them even put together that the only years the high school had won the state championship was the year of my attack and the year I’d been locked in a mental facility? Did they think the series of accidents that had occurred over the past eleven seasons that stopped them from the championship was just bad luck?

My list expanded past the fifteen students who had had a hand in my attack. I was going after the adults who had failedto protect me after the fact. Who had cared more for a fucking trophy than they had my life.

My own parents were on the top of that list.

Some of them had already been dealt with. Jason called them my practice runs, to ensure I would be able to stomach what would happen when the real revenge started. There were some still left. The big ones, like the former sheriff and the high school principal, would be last. They would see what their inaction wrought before I killed them too.

In addition to learning to fight, survivalism, engineering, and becoming a master of disguise, I also learned human anatomy and psychology. I studied various torture devices invented over the years and adapted them to ones I could use.

I had no plans of walking up behind my victims and shooting them in the head. I could. Jason had taught me how to shoot, along with knife and sword fighting. But it would be too easy. Too quick.

They had made me suffer. They had made mebleed. They’d left me hanging there forhours, just waiting to be discovered by some unfortunate soul. Fortunate for me, that soul was Jason.

I owed them pain. I owed them torment. I owed them a chance to repent and grant them their forgiveness.

We did construction on the bunker too. Rather than have an open floor plan, cells had been erected. We used a mixture of steel and reinforced concrete with polycarbonate walls. I wanted my victims to see each other, to see what was coming for them too.

Almost time…

Age 30

Five of thefifteen now graced my bunker with their presence. It had taken time, effort, and sheer luck to get them here. They were the five who had moved out of state. I was kind enough to bring them home.

Christopher was the furthest, so he was the first to be imprisoned. Through a series of cameras, I was able to watch the fear and recognition adorn his face as each new person was added to the cells. After the third one on my list was added, I knew he’d put it together. He knew why he was here.

He just didn’t understand how or who.

I let them stay there for days without contact. Inside each cell was a single bedroll, wool blanket, and pillow. They were left in their underwear and, in Amber’s case, her bra. There was no privacy in the cells, so they had to use the stainless steel toilets in front of their former friends. I found it odd how none of them had stayed in contact with each other over the years. Other than on social media, none of them had remained friends. Was that a product of their guilt perhaps?

Unlike at the club, I did not care if they saw my face down here. I wore no disguises, no mask. I wanted them to see.Wanted them to understand. Down in the bunker, there were no more secrets.

All would soon be revealed.

I descended the stairs. Amber was in the first cell on my left. She had her wool blanket wrapped around her like a toga. Her dyed blonde hair was disheveled and greasy. Her eyebrows drew down when she saw me, but there was no recognition on her face. Was she so self-absorbed she didn’t even recognize me from her wedding, if not from high school?

I moved on. All the prison cells were on the left of the large bunker. Jason’s father had been a doomsday prepper and had purchased the underground bunker and surrounding land just before he’d died of a heart attack. Poor bastard never even started working on it, but he had been paranoid enough to purchase the land in his stepfather’s name so there was no direct connection to himself and therefore no connection to Jason.

It was perfect for what I needed.

Up next was John. He was passed out cold, having spent the night before trying to kick his way through the clear cell walls. The polycarbonate held true, even when he tried to run headlong into it and smash through like a cartoon. I’d laughed myself silly as I watched from the comfort of my apartment in town. Now that my prisoners were down here, Jason and I had moved out. We would be spending enough time in the bunker exacting my revenge that we did not need to sleep here too.

Plus, I didn’t think I could sleep with my prisoners only feet away from me. I’d have to completely incapacitate them and I refused to do that.

Sam and Andy were next. They were sitting against the concrete wall in similar positions, legs drawn up to their chests. They had been communicating almost nonstop since I’d brought Andy in. They’d been best friends once. Now, it had been over a decade since they last spoke. The inch wide holes throughoutthe wall between them allowed them to communicate without having to shout or lip read. What did I care if they spoke and caught up on old times?

Then there was Christopher. He’d been here the longest, but I had had no plans on starting with him. Really, I didn’t care who went first. I planned to let them unknowingly choose that fate. Whoever spoke to me first would have the honor.

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