Page 12 of Piper

“Oh, yeah. You really look like you have all the power,” I reply sarcastically and this causes the twatwaffle to thrash about even further, as I laugh. “This is definitely not a sex game.”

“Then what the hell is it?”

“Revenge!” I state proudly.

The time for talking is over, and no matter what questions he asks, I ignore him. I don’t give a shit what he has to say. Instead, I spend my time concentrating on setting up my revenge because, if truth be told, I have no fucking clue what I am doing. But Reggie is with me and together, we will take back the power that Martin stole from me.

Taking the metal bucket that I bought from the local hardware store, I tie it to his stomach as loosely as I can. Then, removing them one by one from the cage I brought them in, I place the rats under the bucket.

Initially, I had thought about just using Reggie, but all of the research I did showed that you needed a few rats. I spent weeks collecting the rats from all over the hostel, I was expecting them to be a lot easier to come by after Reggie just walked into my room, but they weren’t.

Once I finally had them all collected, it was necessary for me to keep them all locked up separately and starving. That was the hardest part for me. I needed to provide for them, particularly for Reggie. He had come to rely on me and hearing his squeals and squeaks of hunger, and his scratching at the cage wall as he desperately tries to claw his way free, was like torture. A part of me died, hearing him like that, but I know he supports me.

Making sure all the rats get under the bucket on Martin’s stomach is not easy. They are running around trying to escape and I realise I need to work fast. I throw them in with as much speed and care as I can before tying the bucket down securely. I ignore his cries for answers and his empty threats. He has no idea what is going to happen.

I hear the increasing sounds of the rats as they rummage around in the bucket, desperately trying to find a way out. Pretty soon, they will realise that there is only one way out and I intend to help light up the way.

Leaning down I pick up the culinary blow torch from my bag and turn on the heavy bass music. I know the neighbours won't report the noise because this is a constant around here. In fact, I think that since my mother died, it has probably been quieter since they haven't had to put up with listening to him beat the shit out of her. Martin’s eyes, as he realises what I have in my hand, is a picture. His eyes pop out of his head and if he could move even an inch, then he would. Instead, he takes the only available option, which is to scream. I can’t help but laugh.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Martin screams in a high pitch voice that should be very humiliating for him. He sure appears to have sobered up, probably for the first time in around ten years.

“I am taking back the power that you seem to think you have. And I plan on getting my revenge at the same time,” I spit, laughing as I watch the tears flow down his cheeks.

“All of this because you regret letting me wet my dick with your pussy?”

SMACK! I can’t hold back the anger as I hit him over the head with the canister of the blow torch. Blood spurts out of his head and his answering cry is music to my ears.

“You raped me, you arsehole. So yes, this is because I am getting my revenge.”

“What the hell do rats have to do with it?” he asks in between sobs as the squeaks from my rats become louder, they are scratching at the sides of the bucket and I know that their sharp claws must be cutting at his skin, but nowhere near enough.

“Did you know that when rats are trapped, they will take the easiest way out? Their instinct for survival is amazing. At the moment, they think that moving the bucket is the best way out, but as soon as I turn this heat gun on and blast it onto the bucket, heating it up, there will only be one safe way out for them. I will give you one guess as to where that is,” I add sarcastically. Martin, for the first time in the entire time that I have known him, didn’t have a sarcastic comeback. His sobs and whimpers are the only sounds that could be heard. So, I decide rather than waiting for his answer, it’s better to show him.

Turning the blow torch canister on, I aim the flame at the base of the metal bucket, before spraying it all over the side of the bucket. The heat from the flames takes a while to warm up the bucket, but as it does, my plan comes to fruition. The rats become desperate and take the only route out that they possibly can, nibbling and biting their way through his disgusting flesh.

The sound of Martins cries ricochet through the room and is like music to my ears. He took pleasure when he ignored my cries and now I do the same for him. It takes a lot longer for him to lose consciousness than I am expecting, and when he wakes back up for the first time, it really does scare the shit out of me. I thought he would die a lot easier than this, but I guess this has been used throughout history as a torture method for a reason. Now I can see why. It is slow and painful. As the light drains from his face, I feel a power seep into my body. Hearing the squeals of my rats being replaced by the sated sound they leave behind when they have had their fill is heartwarming. I realised that although we decided to do this for me, Reggie got something amazing out of this too. He has been living off of scraps and leftovers before he met me and even when I found him, I haven't been capable of giving him the life that he deserves. But now I have been able to give him the most amazing gift, a meal so satisfying, it should last for weeks.

I also can’t deny the effect this whole experience has had on me. I knew that taking the power back from this arsehole was what I needed to get over the trauma I experienced. But watching the life leave his eyes, and knowing that I was responsible was a whole different experience. I didn’t feel guilty or even like I had been responsible for a murder. What I did was so much more than that. I felt a power and a confidence that I hadn’t felt before in my life. This was a defining moment in my life. This was the day that I stopped being a kid and I became a woman. I took pleasure from the pain that I inflicted on Martin.

Although I was a virgin at the time of Martin’s assault, I wasn’t completely inexperienced. I knew how to give myself pleasure and I knew what kind of things it was that turned me on. I had fooled about with a few boys in the past, but it had never gone all the way, and since they were your typical teenage boys, it had been more a rough fumble than a practiced act. They were lucky they could find my slit in my panties, let alone identifying which part of me was my clit. I had found that all on my own. But since the day with Martin, I had no sexual desire at all. It was understandable, of course, but I wasn’t happy about it. He had taken so much from me and I hated every little thing that he stole, but I just didn’t know what to do about it. Mrs. Ludley said that counselling would help but fuck if I was going to open up to a stranger. So I accepted that this was my life and since I didn’t plan on letting another man near me ever again, I guess I could live without it.

But all that changed tonight. As Martin dies, for the first time since the assault, I felt my pussy begin to tingle and start to get wet again. I felt pleasure and lust again. I knew that if I reached into my panties, I would be able to orgasm, but I didn’t want to do it in this disgusting place. I knew that when I got home, I would be able to. And it was all because of Reggie and the fact he helped me to take back the power!

I knew then that what had occurred tonight couldn’t just be a one off. How could it when it was so beneficial for us all? Obviously, I planned on going to University soon and I wouldn’t be able to keep all the rats, but as soon as I can, I plan on adopting as many of them into my mischief as I can. Until then, it’s just me and Reggie against the world. Giving us plenty of time to refine our techniques because this wasn’t perfect. It took too long for the bucket to heat up, I struggled moving Martin’s big lump of a body, and trying to get all the rats into the bucket whilst the others tried to escape was like a comedy sketch. My biggest problem was moving his body around afterwards, cleaning up, and making it look like a suicide.

I knew that Martin wouldn’t have any visitors for days. I had been watching for a few days beforehand and he got his delivery that morning, which is why I knew it was the perfect time to strike. Not only would he be off his head with more heroin than he knows what to do with, but he also wouldn’t be expecting any visitors for a good few days. Everyone knew by now that when he and Mum got a delivery, you left them alone. Usually, after about three or four days, you would get people coming around again. Typically, it would be johns who my mum would fuck to make more money for the next go around. Now, Martin had some new bitches working for him, but they knew when to leave him alone and that worked perfectly for me.

Once he was dead, I made sure to inject a shit ton of heroin into his body to make it look like he died of an overdose. I also made sure to leave the back window open, so that along with the rats I left behind to continue eating up the evidence, other wildlife would join them. When they do eventually discover his body four days later, they could barely identify him. Birds had pecked at his eyes, animals had ravaged his body, and thieves had stolen anything of value from my childhood home. But to me, that was perfect. Almost like he was tortured in life and in death, with all of his world around him stripped bare. Exactly what I wanted, but it was fucking difficult to pull off.

I don’t know how many times I said to Reggie, as I was dragging Martin's bloody, disgusting corpse around, that I needed someone a lot bigger and stronger to do that. It was true that if I planned on doing this again, and I very much did, then I would need to enlist the help of another person. I would need to trust a man enough to bring him into my life, teach him all about how we live, and make him a part of my mischief. That was the part that would be difficult. But it’s not like they have to be permanent. I can use them for a few months, until I have gotten my fill of them and then I can move on. Create the perfect disposable accessory. Now, all I have to do is get to University and start living out this perfect life that I have designed in my head. I’m sure finding unsuspecting men to become my next sacrifice will be easy, but finding one I want to bring into my mischief, and my bed, will not be. As long as I remember that they are disposable, nothing can go wrong.

I am pulledout of my walk down memory lane by another piercing scream coming from Chance. I can’t help but smile as I hear it. However, when I look over at Ollie, I can see that he isn’t embracing the sounds the way I do.

Ollie blocks out his noises, I can see that he doesn’t even acknowledge he’s in the room with us, but I do. I take power from his screams and I let his pain wash over my body. The more he suffers, the more my babies are taking what they need. He is irrelevant to me. All I want is for my babies to have everything they could ever want in life and this gives them that. I may have never been given anything by the people who I called family, but now I get to pick my own family and I will look after them the best that I can.

Embracing Chance’s pain, I try to make contact with my body, to touch any already sensitive areas that will help spread my desire. Yet, Ollie does not give in that easily. He keeps hold of my hand and gives me a cocky grin. I know that it’s not just about him having the control in the situation, something I’m finding that he does need to have, it’s also about his jealousy. He doesn’t want the pleasure I feel to come from anyone but him and he knows if I were to touch myself right at this very moment, or even if he were to touch me, I would be thinking about what my babies are doing to Chance. Wondering which stage of flesh or muscle layer that have just made it through, and how long until they reach the organs.

Chance howls in pain before his noises quieten. He has obviously passed out, but he won’t stay out for long. Ollie stills and looks back behind him and goes rigid, obviously distressed at the idea that Chance is dying. He always hates this bit, but it’s not over yet. In fact, Chance will probably live for several hours yet and I intend to make the most of it. I use my most provocative moan to get Ollie’s attention and I thrust my body as hard as I can. It works, like it always does. He looks at my body again with a fire, but I can see the confusion in his eyes. I had hoped I could make him see why things have to be this way, so he could embrace this lifestyle without question. But if that was going to happen, he would have done so by now. I need to forget all about this for the time being, live in the moment, embrace his touch because I know that one day soon, I won't be able to.

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