They pretend to not see it even it is right in front of their damn eyes. The best way of revenge would be having their daughters go through what those girls went through. So then they would feel the same pain those parents did. As much as I would love that, it will only breed more victims. Let the bastards face the retributions of their actions themselves. Some of my men came in carrying bodies that looked lifeless at first glance. The black bags that was taped over their heads and to their necks was hollowing and puffing. They were still alive but had been deeply sedated. They were laid side by side on the dirty ground and the black bags on their heads removed. The faces of the four men were revealed. The lawyer, the judge and the two police men. They were then hung upside down from a chain on the roof of the cave. The sight of them hanging upside down like bats gives me a tad bit of satisfaction. I will come see them tomorrow and remind them of their sins and be the god of punishment to them before shipping them off to a place of no return as their final punishment.

GWENETH

"What the hell is going on here?" I holler out when they did not answer me. "Gweneth, I didn’t. . .think you would be home so soon." Said Annie, trying to cover her naked chest with a throw pillow. The guy who is with her was hurrying to put his clothes back on. "What is he doing here?" I point at him, my eyes bulging and narrowing in disbelief as I try to deduce and gauge the fact that I just saw them going at it with each other. "Didn’t you mention that he is married to your sister the day he visited?" No answer. "It wasn’t. . . . . her fault whatsoever—" He begins explaining but I cut him off.

"Shut up you cheater jerk! I wasn’t asking you!" He flinched at my thundering.

"Don’t talk to him like that! You have no right." Annie stood up, challenging.

"Well, how else do you want me to talk to him? I should thank him for fucking you on our couch when his wife is your sister? Do you fucking understand this messed up thing you are doing?"

"Yes I do. But I am doing it anyway and it is strictly none of your business! You don’t get to decide my life for me when you can barely get yours straight." Her words had fallen on me like a brick.

Her face softens, seeming to realize that she had gone awfully far with her words. Just as she opens her mouth to speak, I say in a low tone. "You’re right Annie. I don’t get to decide your life for you!" I then stomped past them to my room and slammed the door hard. She was soon knocking on my door and begging for me to open. "Gweneth, please I am sorry about that. I didn’t mean it."

"Yes you did."

"Please I am sorry." She pleads. "I honestly don’t know what is wrong with me."

"Shamelessness, that’s what!" I retort.

"I know. . . I know I shouldn’t want him anymore. I know it is wrong. But I couldn’t help myself when he came by today. And it just felt so right. I do hate him. But I also love him so much that I cannot think straight around him.

By her words, something fully clicked in place like the final missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Seeing how she behaved that day, I sort of wondered if that story about the podcast was about her. But I had pushed the thought aside as soon as it came. "There was no podcast. That story was about you. . . . . isn’t it? You fell for a guy and he later got married to your sister."

"When did you realize?" She quipped.

"I thought of it that day. But now I am really sure. What happened? You didn’t finish the story that day."

"Come to the sitting room and l will tell you."

"No way." I blatantly refuse. "You want me to come out to the scene of the crime?"

"It is not a crime to love someone."

"It is when it is wrong and forbidden."

"You know, my mother told me those exact same words when she discovered that I and Nate had been with each other on the day of his and my sister’s engagement." I have only ever read about forbidden love. I had never heard or been close to it. Her and Nate seems like quite the tale. Annie was lunged in unsteadily as I opened the door. She regained balance in time and was able to stop herself from falling face down the floor. "Hey! You should have given me a heads-up. I was leaning on the door. " She sharply protests.

"Finish the story. I want to hear every detail down to the T." I demand.

"Okay. But one of us has to go get beer ’cause it’s quite a long story.’

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ANNIE’S POV

I place my dresser chair by the window. I stand on top of it so I would be tall enough to look down from the window. I push aside my curtains a little to make room for just my eyes alone. As I had hoped, he was outside on the extensive porch of his house. Shirtless. A cigarette between his lips. I gawk and drool at his amazing pectoral muscles and his amazing abs and his strong legs in the beach shorts that he’s wearing—they’ve got my hormones raging. I think somebody should probably call 911. This guy’s beauty is a literal crime that should be punished. His face is set in a contemplative look like he is thinking about something. He ruffles his dirty blonde hair, and

I died. He throws the butt of his cigarette to the floor and stomps on it. He then takes out another and lits it. He takes a drag and blows it out with his eyes closed before opening them again. He really is thinking hard about something. What has my man so deep in thought? I wonder.