revenge is a bitch & so am i by FJØRA
Seeing this sad excuse for a man again brought back all those memories of a time when I was a vulnerable girl who didn’t know any better. I believed in fairy tales, dreams, consequences, and justice, but all that changed the day he raped me and stripped me of the girl I used to be.
While I love the person I am now, the hurt, pain, and overwhelming hatred are like a black hole in my heart. I need to let it go once and for all. The torture I’m inflicting on this man won’t restore the life I once had or relieve me of the pain and darkness in my heart, but this act of vengeance will set my soul free. Free to move on and live a happy life with those I love. I hope Niccolo lives because our love just started, and I need him for a lifetime.
I remove the sharp claw from his bullet wound to the shoulder and blood comes pouring out. It excites me. This fuels me, seeing his pathetic self squirm and scream from the agony of my torture. He’s seen nothing yet.
Catalina beams with excitement at seeing me work, and it makes me happy to know that she feels I can do this. I take the sharp claw and mar his chest with deep cuts like the scratches of a lioness protecting her cubs.
“Just kill me. Please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you,” Ilya begs, tired of the pain.
“Sorry? You’re fucking sorry ?” I yell, using my machete and slicing his cock off. He won’t be needing it, anyway. I then grasp his disgusting, chopped-off cock and shove it in his mouth.
“That’ll teach you to shut the fuck up. I’m not done with you until you are dead!” I shout as he falls in and out of consciousness.“I’m done, baby. Nothing more will come from hurting him. I want to be done and forget about it all.”
“Whatever you want, princesa . What do you need?” Catalina asks, coming closer.
“Wake him up for me. I’m going to take off the claw and use your favorite tool. Maybe the machete will be my favorite,” I say, smiling from ear to ear.
Catalina slaps Ilya’s face, trying to wake up, but he doesn’t budge. She then closes his nose and Ilya gasps for breath, causing her to let go.
“That night, you sealed your fate. It’s your time to die. Welcome to Hell, motherfucker!” I yell, taking the machete and slicing his head off in one clean swipe. The blood splatters all over my face and black leather one-piece bodysuit as I drop the machete on the ground. I sigh in relief, and just like that, I feel a lot lighter. Catalina encases her arms behind me and I close my eyes, leaning back and revealing in her embrace.
“Jesus, fuck. That was so fucking hot. I love you so much, especially at this moment. You’re getting your life back, princesa, and I’m so proud of you for doing that,” Catalina whispers. I beam from the overwhelming feeling of love filling the once-black hole in my heart. I want to show Catalina just how thankful I am that she did this for me.
“Thank you, Mammina , for bringing him to me and allowing me to enact my revenge. I know you wanted to do it, but you knew how important it was for me. I needed it, and I want to show how much I appreciate you,” I tease, breaking out of her hold and kissing her gorgeous, plump lips.
She lifts me, not breaking our kiss, as I wrap my legs around her waist and my arms cling to her neck. I groan when she squeezes my ass and I move up and down, grinding against her body. We need more and I want her now.
“Fuck me, Catalina. Please, I want to lay on his blood as you fuck me,” I moan, biting her lip and begging for her to take me.
Raising her eyebrow, Catalina lowers the zipper from my bodysuit, exposing my bare chest. She licks and sucks my heaving breasts, then takes the zipper in her mouth, sliding it down to reveal more of my body.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby. Bloody and needy for me,” Catalina mewls. Her eyes grow wide when she sees that I don’t have any panties on.
“You like what you see, Mammina ? Take off your clothes, now,” I order. She takes her black, loose blouse off and quickly slides the zipper of her black jeans down, kicking her combat boots and socks off as she bares her naked pussy back at me. Looks like she went commando, just like me. I kick my black, thigh-high boots along with my one-piece bodysuit.
“Lay down, baby. Now,” she declares. I grasp her neck for one last featherlight kiss. Letting go, I lay down on top of our clothes as Ilya’s blood envelops around us. She gets on her knees and slides her tongue slowly from my ankle to my waiting pussy.
“ Catalina. Fuck, Mammina . Please, I need more,” I beg, my chest rising and panting from the need to be fucked.
Catalina licks up my stomach to my sternum, around my pebbled nipples, and up the side of my throat. She then hovers over my face, her hands spreading my legs. I shiver, craving her pussy against mine, and she gives in.
She places her left leg on my right, her body twisted, and our pussies kiss lightly. I reach up my hand and secure it tightly around her pretty little throat and squeeze, her smile heady through the grip I have on her.
“Fuck me, Mammina . Give me your all,” I plead, releasing my grip just a bit.
Slowly, Catalina makes good on her word and moves up and down. The feeling of her pussy against mine is sensational and I need more. My left hand snatches her waist and pulls her closer to me.
I move my pussy against hers and she does the same. Up and down, up and down, up and down, and I can’t get enough.
“Right there, baby. Fuckkk! Your pussy feels so fucking good against mine. So wet for me,” she moans, increasing her speed. Oh, fuck. I’m going to come.
“ Mammina , yes! Oh, fuck, I’m going to come,” I whine as she continues fucking me faster until I can’t take it anymore. I find my release, and just like that, I come and she falls along with me. I scream loudly, releasing my hold on her throat, and she leans down, taking my lips in hers.
We passionately swirl our tongues, clinging to each other and not wanting ever to let go. “I love you, Isabella. You’re strong, beautiful, sexy, and sick, just like me. I don’t ever want to let you go,” Catalina says as we pant for air.
“I love you, too, Catalina. You have my heart. You and the others. Thank you for letting me do this. I wouldn’t want to torture people with anyone but you,” I tease, winking.
“Oh, did someone get a penchant for killing? Tell me, did you prefer the machete like me?”
“While it was great, I prefer the sharp claw with the brass knuckles. I think that one’s going to be my favorite,” I answer. She raises her eyebrow, impressed with my choice.
“Is that so? You want to make this a regular thing, princesa ?” she questions, grabbing my hips and switching our positions.
“Why not? You saw me work. Train me and let me finish them off with you, Mammina . I know Krav Maga and how to handle guns and knives. What do you say?” I add, batting my eyelashes and pouting my lips, hoping she says yes.
“I would love that, baby. But we gotta run that by the bosses,” she states. We come down from our orgasmic high just like that, the thought of Niccolo and his status lingering in our minds.
“Let’s get dressed. I’ll let Alejandro know to come in and dissolve what’s left of his body in acid, then we can go check Niccolo’s status.” I nod and rise from our place on the ground.
We quickly get dressed, and before we exit the room, I clasp her wrist in my hand. She turns back and looks into my eyes. I just need to see her again before we get this news. Good or bad, I’ll be there for her and the rest of my loves. Because there’s one thing torturing Ilya gave me—the bloodlust to kill so many more who wronged us, starting with Andrei.
I’m going to enjoy spilling the blood of our enemies alongside her. Because who better to learn from than the little devil herself?