He nodded and took a swig from his leather flask before holding it out to me until I took it.
“Remember, demons prey on the weak, lass. The best way to get the better of ya demons is to hide ya strength until it’s too late. Then, ya strike.” He smacked his palm with his fist, the sound echoing in the empty cement room. “And ya strike hard.”
I took two long drinks of the cheap whiskey, but I didn’t flinch at the harsh, bitter taste. I let the burn dig deep into my body to wash away the guilt. I accepted the burn because it fueled my anger and my desire for revenge.
“Thanks, Uncle Seamus.”
He smiled. “Anytime, lass. If ya need back up, I’m only a phone call away.” He kissed my sweaty forehead and sent me home. “Don’t want yer ma worryin’ too much about ya.”
Uncle Seamus’ words stayed with me for the next few days, his words echoing in my mind whenever I thought about revenge. I cursed my proper Catholic upbringing because I had no experience with things like revenge. All I knew was that I was desperate for it.
I needed to make Owen and the others pay.
One day, a week before school started, a plan fell into my lap. I had just come from the shower after a long walk around the outskirts of town to clear my head, to think up a good revenge plan. I stared at the changes my body had gone through over the summer. My boobs were bigger, and most of the baby fat had been replaced with lean muscle. I was strong and more importantly, I was no longer afraid.
Not of anyone or anything.
And then I saw him, Owen Doyle, peeking inside my bedroom window, salivating over my naked body. My first instinct was to hide, but Seamus’ words came back to me at that moment. Demons prey on the weak. Still naked, I sauntered over to the window and opened it. “Like what you see, Owen?”
He swallowed nervously, unsure what to make of this new version of me. “No, uh, I wanted to talk to you, and you were just…naked. And hot.” He licked his lips. “And naked.”
I took a step back and folded my arms over my chest, drawing his gaze to my cleavage. “What did you want to talk about? Luring me out so your friends can watch again?”
He blinked, shocked I had the nerve to bring it up. “I’m sorry, Sadie. I didn’t mean for them to be there, it just kind of happened, and I couldn’t send them away.”
Sorry? He was sorry? No, he wasn’t sorry yet. But he would be soon enough. “Boys will be boys, right?” I sighed.
His gaze darkened and he nodded slowly. “Something like that.”
I smiled. “Apology accepted, Owen.”
“Really?”
I nodded and flashed a shy smile, playing my role of prey to a tee. “Like you said, I liked it.” The words felt bitter on my tongue but I learned a lot over the summer and I planned to use it to my advantage. When the moment was right. “Want to come in?”
His eyes widened again in shock. “Seriously?”
I nodded slowly and took another step back. “Sure. But this time I want to enjoy it for real.” I sat on my twin bed and leaned back, showing off my new body. “But you have to be really quiet.”
Owen couldn’t take his eyes off of me, and I felt no pleasure at his hungry gaze. On the contrary, I felt nothing but contempt for him from the moment he shucked off his jeans and boxers and climbed on top of me and stuck his stupid dick inside of me. I thought of killing him ten different ways while he grunted and pumped into me, but I had to plan it now that I knew how to exact my revenge. “Oh fuck, Sadie.”
His hips pumped faster, and I knew he was close. I wrapped my legs around his waist and threw my head back, moaning low and deep as if I enjoyed myself as much as he did.
“Owen,” I whispered and shook, faking every moment to reel him in.
He pulled back with a smile and kissed me, slow and intense, like this fuck meant something.
“Wow, Sadie, that was incredible. You got hot over the summer.”
Asshole. “Thanks.”
Owen left out the same window he entered, and as soon as he was out of sight, I took another shower to wash away his scent.
And then I began to plan his demise.
I had a little more freedom since I worked hard all summer and would start the year as a senior instead of a junior, so I took my time with the planning stage. Every night for the next week, Owen showed up at my window, and I reeled him in with all sorts of tricks I’d learned reading the Kama Sutra and other books not meant for good little Catholic girls. I sucked him off, let him fuck me from behind, and I even let him come all over my perky tits.