Royal Rampage and Revenge

Chapter 1
Later that afternoon, Tara too began to reflect on what had happened. There was no way she was going to ruin her career simply to get pregnant which would also change her gorgeous body which she had recently gotten all toned and firmed. Those days of being the fat girl were all behind her.
'Why can't Nicko see things my way? We've so much ahead of us and a child will only complicate our lives at this time.'
Tara muttered as she climbed from the treadmill and picked up two dumbbells to begin her vigorous biceps workout. Thoughts of Nicholas soon vanished from her mind as she focused on her routine until forty-five minutes later when she was finished. It was only then she began to think how she could get Nicko to change his mind. As she left the gym, she decided to surprise him and plan a romantic evening for them.

When she got home, she was surprised to see his jalopy of a car already parked on the curb. Had something happened? He was never before seven and it was only five. When she got inside, she found him already in casual clothes - a pair of ripped jeans and a blue polar shirt which matched the pale grey of his piercing eyes. She warily approached him at the tiny kitchen bar, where he sat drinking a Mackeson straight from the bottle.

"Is something wrong Nicko? You're home rather early."
She questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Nothing is wrong. I've been home since morning. I came home as I just did not feel like working. That is something we need to discuss."

"Let's go out and have a romantic, candle light dinner and talk. I'll call Serendipity and make a reserva..."
"No!" He growled. This has to be done at home and now! You know exactly what I need to talk to you about. I want a divorce." Nicholas stated bluntly.
"No." Tara moaned. I don't want a divorce Nicko, we made vows to stay together and I have no intention of reneging on them."
"Why do you insist on being stubborn? Can you honestly say we have a true relationship that will last? Do you even still love me?"
"I know why you really want a divorce, Nicko. Think I haven't heard the rumors about you and that bitch? All those late nights you left home and crawled into the bed early mornings on the pretext of coming from jogging, do you think I was unaware?"

I've never lied about that to you and we were separated then. So don't make it sound as if I was just cheating around on you like that. Remember even then, I had asked you for a divorce and the only reason I came back to you was because you professed Christianity and convinced me that we were going to start a family. But those were all lies! I regret not ending this farce of a marriage sooner.

Chapter 3 - Part 3

Right on time, they woke up...and looked at each other in shock and then tried to scream. But of course they couldn't. Their words were barely audible and garbled. I then commanded them to kiss each other and it was a joy to see their eyes widen in surprise as they both shook their heads.

"Why not? Aren't you a happily married couple?"

"Wh-who a-are you?" Alden's words were punctuated by his deep gasps for breath as the drugs still had not worn off completely.

"I think you deserve to know before you die, but first, each of you are going to sign these notes, the same way you sign your IDs."

"Wh-what are...?"Alden stuttered.

"Just sign them.” I calmly said as I raised my gun to his head."

This time, he clumsily tried to hold the pen but it fell from his grasp. I uncuffed his left hand and once again shoved the pen in his hand. After he was finished, I did the same to Stephen.
It was only then, I told them what they had just attached their signatures to.
One was a confession letter outlining what they had both done when they were younger and living on the island of Saint Kitts and how they had molested all the foster girls who had been in their care, since they got to the US.

Alden's was a murder and su***de letter. The sixty thousand dollars that was in their savings from the amateur movies they had sold, would be sent back to the island to pay for psychiatric treatment for Tanisha, my crazy cousin, and to Laughton, the son he had never even seen. They had also agreed that if ever a novel or movie was produced based on their acts, their share should be distributed equally among all their victims.

"Who the f…are you?” Stephen squealed and tried to push Alden off him. No sooner had he moved than they both howled in agony.
I could not stop laughing as I listened their cries when they realized they were stuck - Alden was stuck to the toilet and Stephen was stuck on Alden’s p***s – those tubes of krazy glue and super glue sure had done their job. What brought me even more pleasure was their feeble attempts to escape what I can only imagine as excruciating pain of having objects stuck in their virgin butts.
“Now you see how those little girls whom you defiled felt.” I shouted at them. "The same way you had the girls pose for your amateur p**n videos, is the same way you’re going to pose for your own ‘Gay Freaks Movie’. And don’t forget to look at the monitor with the script that you’re going to say. If you want to get back your lives, you’re going to have to do just as I say.” I snarled at them.

To ensure they would comply, I showed them some of the photos I had taken of them with their foster daughters.
The shock and fear that emanated from them only made me more resolute. So their crocodile tears had no wavering effect on me whatsoever. They had not cared one rats ass about me nor my cousin nor all those little girls.

I then exited the room and turned on the two cameras I had strategically placed in the room. Though it pained me to listen to their confessions, I did, as I needed to document and save them. I cried silently when they recounted how they had molested me and my sisters.

As I pulled on my purple leather gloves, I took one look at myself in the mirror and smiled at the heroic figure that smiled back at me. I went to their room and tugged off their clothes until they were naked. I then oiled down the baseball bat I had taken from their apartment and rammed it into Alden’s butt. After turning him on his stomach I dragged him to the bathroom. S**t, Alden’s fat ass was like a pig. The fat slob of his middle-aged, pudgy body disgusted me. The deep rolls of his flabby, sagging belly and his five-inch, vi**ra induced turgid p***s were enough to make me choke. It took all my strength to hoist him onto the toilet. I couldn’t wait for him to wake up and feel the pain that he wouldn’t be able to escape. Then it was Stephen’s turn. Thank God he was a scrawny cat who gave me no trouble as I plunked him onto Alden. After placing their hands around each other, I handcuffed them to make sure they would be unable to move. Then I got to the fun part - I got out the cheap Maybelline make up set and began their transformation. Since they claimed they were homosexuals, then they would complete the look. As I worked, I hummed, the childhood chant “Ring a ring a rosie, a pocket full a posie…”. After I painted their lips with bright red lipstick, I adjusted their cheap synthetic purple wigs. I must say I was quite pleased with my work – they looked like two circus freaks. I couldn’t wait to see the expressions on their faces when the drug that I had placed in their coffee wore off.