20XX, April 20, Wednesday, 7:31 PM; Konner House, My Room
Good news! The first good news I got these past few days. I was able to execute the first part of my plan just now. The exhilarating, or it could be a tiring feeling, was making me giddy enough tonight that I was unable to sleep. Therefore, I'm writing again.
I never thought of sparing Rick. Ever. Why should I when he was the main culprit of that night. He would get special treatment from me then.
This morning, I gave Rick a call to tell him I'm free tonight for a date. He told me to wait for him outside my office. In case our department head invited the team to eat out again, I decided I will decline. Fortunately, I didn't have to do that.
I was rubbing both my arms as I waited outside the office earlier tonight. I forgot to bring even a scarf since it was usually hot during the day. I had my hair down to at least cover my neck from the cold, but my sleeveless dress, with a short skirt was not enough to keep my whole body warm.
When I was about to message Rick to ask where he was, I suddenly heard my name being called. In the building driveway, a car had its driver's door open and Rick came out. I didn't hear the car come by. I guess this was one of the benefits of having a better ride.
Soon after I sat in the passenger's seat, the warmer air made me relax. However, I tensed up again when I felt a hand on the back of the seat. It was just Rick, leaning to put my seatbelt. Like usual. As if it was still that time when we were dating.
I frowned at him but he just smiled at me, then drove off. When we reached a high class restaurant, we immediately got a seat and ordered. Afterwards, Rick asked me about my day and how I had been since he graduated.
It was weird. He was talking to me like he never thought that he did something wrong. Like we were a couple who parted ways peacefully. Like that night never happened. I would even say that he was treating me like we never broke up. We did broke up officially, didn't we?
I didn't ask that though.
I never asked anything actually. Just answered his questions and smiled at times. If I don't think of it, I would have thought we were back to the way it was before that night happened.
Ha!
As if he could get that back again. But when he smiled at me and said that we should take the next discussion home privately, I told him I'm alone at our house. The hint didn't escape me. He was helping me follow my plan.
After settling the bill, we got back to his car again but the atmosphere was different. When he didn't have to use his right hand to drive, it was in my thigh or the back of my seat.
We reached the house early. The lights in Mrs. Cruz's house were off even though it was still early. This morning, I heard that she was going on vacation so I wasn't afraid that the news that I brought a guy home would be noticed.
I opened the door to the house and entered. Once the knob locked, I told him to wait for me in the living room while I get some drinks in the kitchen. He tried to follow me though, but I managed to push him on the sofa after a kiss.
While I was rummaging around the kitchen, I heard him complain that maybe there was a dead rat in the house. The smell was a little sickening for him. I couldn't suppress my laugh that time, but I just told him I don't have the time to take care of it, and he just shrugged as he looked at the magazines on the coffee table.
I don't think I've described the layout of this house. The living room was directly beside the kitchen. Even if you don't open the kitchen lights, it could still illuminate the kitchen partly. The sofa's back was facing the kitchen, however, so someone sitting in it wouldn't see what was happening in the kitchen.
Therefore, it was easy to whack Rick's head with a bat, and make him lose consciousness. What was difficult was dragging him to the basement despite me tying him up.
I just want to write this first, but I don't plan to kill him. As I've said, he'll get special treatment. I had a lot of plans I had axed, like crushing or cutting off his balls to stop him from raping other girls or inviting some men to let him experience what they did to me. I never thought I had this kind of streak in me. However, he might die with the former and I don't think I'll find people I can trust with the latter. Having witnesses or other men in the house would be dumb anyway.
Hence, I decided to cut a few of his fingers. Maybe a few broken bones or bruises if I felt like it. It wasn't too harsh, but for him to not be his 'perfect' self again, it was enough. And I also planned to scare him by letting him think I'll kill him too. I already had him in the basement with uncle. Sleeping with the man would be his punishment too.
I'm thinking he'll wake up soon, so I'll stop writing here.