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"Unless you beat a snake to death, it will cause endless trouble in the future."
Physical training turned into a pain in the ass. It took me four months before I felt like my old self. Every day I had to wake up at 7am in the morning to start training: lifting my damn legs up while I screamed in agony, and do all that other bullshit so I could walk and live like a normal person again. Of course, everyday my darling stepsister would be there every second of the journey I took to regaining my health. Don't get me wrong, I am very fond of her company. Excluding the times when she is an absolute bitch towards anyone and everyone when things don't go her way. But I was most absolutely annoyed to no end and deep-down embarrassed, when she would laugh like a fucking hyena at me when I fall down on my ass after a grueling exercise or any other humiliating thing I did during these four months' time. She always noticed the blood rushing to my face and kept saying I was acting like a baby and in turn always start to coo at me. All I could do was groan and grunt in response.
This didn't even begin to explain the half of my torture. The big cherry on top of all this was I wasn't allowed to have sexual activity in fear of cracking a bone or injuring my back. The good news was I didn't have to see Annette since I had the doctor tell her that nobody was allowed to see me except for my immediate family. Being the stupid bitch that she is, she bought it and let me be. Unfortunately for my sanity, she did call and I would always have to act like a puppy that lost a leg. After each phone session, my hatred for her would grow and she would further infuriate me with her treatment.
Kathryn would always be there to stop me from committing suicide. And believe me, I really did feel like finishing the job the cab driver started from wanting to puke in disgust numerous times at having to talk to Annette. I really can't imagine my life without Kathryn. Her sarcasm and mocking eyes would always bring me back to reality. Four months felt like a lifetime of pain. She made it tolerable. She made it livable. Late at night, she would sneak into my room and just allow me to hold her. I make a guess that she allows me the comfort of attaining her (like no man ever has) to make up for her mockery when sunlight illuminates our surroundings.
The training finally ended earlier today, or if we're being technical about it yesterday afternoon. The first act I threw myself into was getting my sex life back. After I quickly shooed the trainer out of the apartment, I picked Kathryn up and proceeded to ravish her. And let me tell you, your first time with Kathryn is like no other. It is a high of fire meeting lava. It burns you, raises your temperature to the sky and you feel as if you can never have sex with another woman again. And somehow it's heavenly all at once: the perfect fusion of our bodies, how when I look into her jade-like eyes it doesn't only contain lust but something more, and when she yells my name in ecstasy (she never calls out a prey's name).
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It is hours later before we speak in coherent words. In the dead of night, our sanctuary. I had been stroking her smooth and flawless cheek when she opened her beautiful eyes which held a feeling of contentment.
"What's her greatest weakness?" she asked me.
We had not seriously spoken about or planned for our revenge ever since the first time I woke up from my coma that day in the hospital. She had needed time to think as had I, though our attention was drawn away from our need for vengeance for quite some time due to my health. I was slightly taken aback when she presented me the above question but I quickly hid my shock with a look of smugness.
I smirk as I am about to reply. "Me."
She rolls her eyes at me. "Do we really need to further stroke your overgrown ego?"
"I wouldn't say we need to stroke my ego. More like stroking something else that hasn't had attention in a while."
"Jesus, you're a sex maniac. We just did it two hours ago."
"You know how long I've gone without sex? I would have preferred to have gone all night long but no, somebody couldn't keep up." I said in mockery.
"WE WERE FUCKING LIKE BUNNIES FROM SUNSET TILL MIDNIGHT! I STILL FEEL FUCKING NUMB. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to walk when morning comes thanks to you. And your need for sex is starting to wear thin. I'm exhausted, Sebastian. Are we going to lay here all night talking about your sexual needs or are we going to hatch a plan to destroy the blond airhead?"
I huff in mock anger and pretend to contemplate Annette's demise for a minute. My silence irritates her more than my words. I continue to remain in deep thought as she starts twisting in my arms in anxiousness.
"I don't know how I put up with your…" she says angrily at me as she starts to move away.
"What if we concocted a diary?" I quickly say to shut her pretty little mouth up and to stop her jerky movements.
After I found I caught her attention, I pulled her closer to me. "We could write, in her handwriting, dormant psychotic thoughts about her last boyfriend what's-his-name and myself. Make it seem like she's a clingy psychopath and in desperate need of clinical attention. How her life revolves around the boys she involves herself with. We could make numerous photo collages of her boy obsessions. Photoshop creations of herself in a wedding dress and me or her ex in a suit walking down the aisle."
She smiles wickedly as her wheels start turning in that puzzling mind of hers.
"You know Valmont? I think this might actually work. We'll have to call Blaine about this later."
"When he's not getting deep throat from some guy in that kinky bedroom of his or sleeping off the alcohol he consumed from that party we missed. In the meantime, what do you say we fuck in that position you were talking about earlier before you fell asleep on my chest?"
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My deep apologies for taking over three months to update. I guess that's what happens when your schedule keeps piling up with obligations and when people keep needing you to do things. The writer's block is a pain in the ass too. Fortunately I was able to gauge my mind with words tonight for an update that has taken too long. Enjoy and let me know what you think by reviewing.
to Katie: I'm glad you liked it. I want to make Annette suffer but I can't seem to figure out a way to write it. Hopefully it'll come to me soon. You never know with me.
to Bonjour Bonito: thank god you didn't find my writing sappy or exaggerated. I'm going for raw thoughts and words. Hopefully that comes across. I hate stories with clichéd plotlines and sickening descriptions about what people are feeling.