"Okay, I will be heading out. I only came to check up on my student. Later, Trish," said my home teacher as she stared in my direction to check if I was okay before opening the school hospital door to leave.
After I heard the door close, I opened my eyes, stood up from the hospital bed, and turned to the nurse. I sighed and said, "I thought she would never leave." I absentmindedly scratched my head with one hand, then turned my attention to the nurse and asked, "Now, what should I do with you?"
As I contemplated my options, memories of past injustices flooded my mind. I remembered the times I had been wronged and manipulated, and anger surged within me. It was an anger that needed an outlet, and now, conveniently, I had a target , the nurse. A wicked smile crept across my face as I devised ten different ways to exact my revenge on her.
With my plans forming, I turned back to the nurse and asked in a commanding voice, "Do you have any hydrochloric acid in this office right now?"
Trish hesitated to respond, her eyes darting around as she contemplated her options. She finally inquired, "What do you want to use it for?"
Her question fueled the raging fire of my anger. I lost control of my composure and yelled at her, "Shut up! Don't make me repeat myself!"
Trish, her face showing fear, retreated to her workstation, her gaze locked onto the computer screen. Her obedience further fueled the burning rage that had consumed me. I muttered to myself, "To hell with it."
Determined to find what I needed, I began rummaging through the drawers in the nurse's office. Minutes passed as I scoured every nook and cranny in search of the elusive hydrochloric acid. It was during this frantic search that I stumbled upon an unexpected item , a vibrator hidden away in one of the drawers.
I couldn't help but sneer with disgust as I lifted it from the drawer. "You're really something, aren't you?" I said, addressing Trish with disdain. Turning my back on her, I continued my search, the sinister grin on my face never fading.
After a thorough exploration of the office's cupboards and drawers, I still hadn't found what I needed. Frustration welled up inside me, and I turned back to Trish, brandishing the vibrator in my hand. My anger was palpable as I asked, "I order you to show me where the chemical is!"
A prompt appeared before me, accompanied by a beep.
[ 5 MANA HAD BEEN USED TO ISSUE A COMMAND]
[MANA 0/30]
[YOU HAVE LEVELLED UP ]
[LEVEL 1 >>> 2 ]
Ignoring the system prompt of me leveling up, because what was on my mind is the command I had just issued on Trish, which ignored her futile resistance against my command. I watched as she reluctantly stretched her arm and pointed to a high shelf where the chemical was stored. My smile grew even more malicious, and I taunted her, saying, "Was that so hard to do?"
I approached Trish, seizing her by the chin with one hand. "You really are a fool," I taunted her. "In my past life, you played me for a fool. I know you won't understand the wrongs you've committed, but frankly, I don't care."
With a dismissive shove, I let go of her face and turned to retrieve the chemical from its hiding place on the top shelf. As I held it in my hand, a sinister idea formed in my mind. "Let's play a game," I suggested with a malevolent smile. "I'll attach this vibrator to you, and every time you climax, I'll apply a drop of hydrochloric acid to your raw flesh. I'll make sure to put it in a place no one can see."
Chuckling darkly, I continued, "We wouldn't want anyone to see those marks, now, would we?"
Tears welled up in Trish's eyes as she remained motionless, unable to resist my control. I contemplated the extent of my newfound power, wondering if she was still aware of her surroundings despite being under my control. It didn't matter to me either way.
"I still don't fully understand how this mind control works," I mused aloud. "But whether or not you're aware of it, you deserve to suffer. Granting you an easy death would be an act of mercy, and I have no intention of showing you any."
I turned back to Trish, my voice cold and determined. "Can we begin?" I asked, holding the vibrator and hydrochloric acid menacingly in each hand.
Trish, trembling and helpless, nodded in reluctant submission, understanding that her fate was now in the hands of a merciless tormentor.
The tension in the room was palpable as I prepared to carry out my sinister plan. It was a game of psychological torture and physical pain, and I intended to play it to the fullest. As I began to attach the vibrator to Trish, my mind raced with thoughts of revenge and satisfaction.
I couldn't help but relish the power I now held over her, the power to make her suffer as I had suffered in the past. With each twist and turn of the device, I reveled in the control I had over her body and her pain.
Trish's face contorted with a mixture of fear, pain, and humiliation as the vibrator hummed to life. I could see the torment in her eyes as she struggled to maintain her composure. The room was filled with the unsettling sounds of her stifled moans and the faint buzzing of the device.
As I watched her writhe in agony, a sadistic satisfaction washed over me. This was my chance to make her understand the depths of my anger and the extent of her betrayal. Each time she approached climax, I applied a drop of hydrochloric acid to her skin, causing her to gasp and cry out in pain.
I maintained a cruel rhythm, alternating between pleasure and agony, pushing Trish to the brink of despair. Her body, once under my control, was now a battleground of pleasure and pain, and I relished every moment of her suffering.
A few hours passed, and the room grew darker as evening descended. My tormenting of Trish was so satisfying that I had no intention of stopping. She had become a mere puppet in my twisted game of revenge, a pawn that was born to be manipulated for my amusement.
*TO BE CONTINUED NEXT CHAPTER*