This is for IrinaLestrange. I never thought I would find someone who loves Madam Red and Grell like I do :)
And thank you to my beta! Love you!
Chapter One
Breaking Point
It had been a long day at work, and Angelina was not in the mood to deal with the traffic she was in. She just wanted to get home, eat her dinner, then go to bed. It was the same every day now; she had no reason to change her routine. And somehow, this comforted her. Of course, part of her was begging for a change, but nothing had gone wrong with this routine; that's what she loved about it.
When she finally reached her home, she paid the coachman and stormed up the stairs to her front door. Unlocking and entering her front door, Angelina removed her jacket and hung it on the exquisitely sculpted rack by the door. Angelina walked into the kitchen to make herself something to eat; after the accident, she had fired all of her loyal staff. Although sad to leave, the staff knew that it was best for Angelina. They had been hired by her deceased husband and they reminded Angelina too much of him. They had no hard feelings for the poor woman. Anyway, she would rather do everything by herself. After eating, she bathed in her luxurious tub, dressed in her black silk nightgown, and went to bed.
The next morning started as every morning. Same boring breakfast, same ride to work. Looking at her agenda, Angelina realized that she did not have many patients today. However, she had the horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen today.
"I couldn't care less about that. It was a mistake, a careless act on my part. And I will take care of it, with your help or not. There are plenty of other doctors who would be willing to do it without a question. I only came here because you were highly recommended."
Angelina look down at her long pale hands folded on her desk, and wondering how she had sunk so low, sighed. "I could fit you in, now if you would like."
"Perfect."
Angelina escorted the woman to the operating room, and left to prepare for the 'surgery'. With her heavy heart beating fast, she performed the operation.
This woman didn't deserve the ability to bear children. She obviously didn't want it. She only wanted to abuse her body. Women like this should be punished for this sin of theirs. For surely, it was their fault.
That was the thought that followed Angelina home. It stayed in her mind, eating away at her common sense, till all that was left was a sense of revenge. This invaded her brain while she was eating dinner, taking a bath, and reading a book. It haunted her as she lay in her bed, trying to fall asleep.
Those women needed to be punished.
Surely, not even God Himself could dish out the proper punishment.
What punishment would meet the pain that they deserved to have?
"Death," A voice whispered in her head.
Yes. They deserved to die, with as much pain as possible.
"You could do it." The voice whispered once more.
She could; all of their information was right in her office, in her filing cabinets. But, could she really do it? She knew their names and where they lived. It would be far too easy, and no one would suspect it was her. She was a doctor, she was supposed to help people, and because of that, no one would suspect her. Besides, who would miss a whore, a woman who sells her body?
If she did carry her plans out, it would have to start out slow. She knew she couldn't kill five a week. Someone would notice something; the whores' customers, if no one else.
Angelina could do it… She could take out her anger. She would punish these women for taking advantage of something so sacred, so special. A gift she no longer had. She would teach them that what they were doing was wrong.
