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I watched, as the blood covered couple entered the mansion. I snorted under my breath at their matching smiles. She thinks that she is so perfect, doing everything under the sun for him. Well, she could do more, I believe. But no matter. It's not like she's going to be around much longer anyway. My eyes narrowed as the door shut, their fading figures wandering out of sight, their laughs echoing around the walls. I sat up, ready to get my supplies together.

Walking through the brisk night air, I made my way through the thick forest. There was a place that I found, recently. It could be used as an excellent hideout. Not that anyone who lives in the mansion really needs one... but I could find a different purpose. Entering the abandoned cabin, I made sure to remove all of the light bulbs but one so I could still see. Carelessly, I tossed them out hearing the satisfying crack as the glass broke outside. I searched the cabin, making sure there was nothing else electronic that could be used.

I let out a sigh, nearly falling into the last room; the room that I would be using during my fun. Three lone, metal chairs stood in the room. Each was against a different wall, the only wall not consisting of a chair was the one with the door. The only thing in the room was a single window which offered no light due to the pitch blackness of the night. The only light bulb left in the cabin swung above, the rays of its shine reflecting off the tub of water in the corner.

I already had my weapons ready. This torture was going to be so delicious! And to think how they are so oblivious to it all. All I needed now, was rope and duct tape. Then, the fun shall begin. I had until tomorrow to get those two things, which shouldn't be too difficult to obtain. I had already broke into EJ's office, stealing three of his syringes. That should but them to sleep easy enough for me to drag them here... Finally, I would get the perfect revenge.

All he had to do was love me.

It wasn't such a horrible task.

I loved him more than anything, yet he chose her...

Well, now he will know the feeling of losing everything he loves.

Losing the only people who are there for him.

I'm killing his best friend.

I'm killing his lover.

All while his lidless eyes watches, restraints not allowing him to do a thing about it.

He will feel true pain. He will feel true sorrow.

And then he will be left to suffer.

Death would be too nice of a gift.

I smiled to myself, a small giggle flying unwillingly from my lips. I reached up, unscrewing the last light bulb, as darkness consumed the room.

:O Well, that escalated quickly . Please review! :)