His own medicine

The sudden embrace startled Kelly. She felt herself going stiff.

“Please talk to me. You're breaking my heart. Just tell me what’s wrong.” Lydia was sobbing into her back as the hot water from the shower rained down on them.

“You've been avoiding me like the plague. Why?”

Kelly couldn't take it anymore, the pain in Lydia's voice threatened to rip her heart out.

“Because I'm disgusting.” Kelly broke down and, under tears, told her girlfriend of the night 3 days ago.

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After her talk with Amber, something snapped in her. Mike would pay for what he tried to do to her little sister.

She went to his house and entered with the reserve key below the plant pot.

In the living room she found his computer and phone. He used the same access code as he did in their childhood as expected.

She looked through his phone for Max's pictures so she could delete them and **** him into silence.

She didn't expect to find what she did. She entered his cloud storage, the guy really needs to start using different passwords. There were hundreds of pictures and videos of girls and women.

Kelly looked through his computer and almost threw up as her fears became reality. Mike is a dealer, he preferably targets girls in Max's age group, gets them hooked and uses that to have his way with them, he then takes photos and videos of his prey and sells them via the dark net.

Kelly was sick to her stomach, she needed to do more than just protect her sister. After almost half an hour of internal struggle her decision stood, she'd make an example of him.

Mike has always been a heavy sleeper, she remembered a camping trip where they had literally lit fireworks next to his tent and he just slept through it. Thankfully that hadn't changed and so she got her setup done in his bedroom without any issues.

Mike awoke from a bucket of ice cold water getting poured over him, followed by getting hit in the face with the bucket.

He tried to move and to scream in anger and pain but neither worked.

Slowly he took in his surroundings, he was tied to his bed facing a camera, muffled and naked. There was a person in the room with an improvised mask over their head.

The person was holding a piece of paper in front of the camera, then they turned around so he could read it.

He went pale.

It was his full name and address followed by a list of the atrocities he had committed. It ended with a single line “it's time to pay”.

Kelly sat down at Mike's computer and she uploaded the video on a video sharing site in the dark net along with other sites where he normally sold videos of him violating the girls he hunts.

After that she left.

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Lydia was stunned never had she expected her gentle girlfriend to be capable of something like that.

She spun Kelly around and embraced her in a tight hug.

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It wasn't easy to throw Samantha Simon off balance but introducing a convicted child **** to her as her new assistant… that certainly did the trick.

“I will not hear of it. You made a grave mistake convicting him in the first place and ruined this man's career and life. He'll get a fair chance and that is final.” Senator Taylor turned around and left without waiting for a response.

Samantha's mind went into overdrive, something about the case didn't sit right with her even back then and with all the information that came to light after the conviction there were reasonable doubts now, but to just pardon it and label it a miscarriage of justice, what was the president thinking!

That aside, why did he insist on working under her specifically, did he want to take ****?

“I have a case file to study. Jenny can fill you in, I'd recommend you to be on your best behaviour or else ....” Samantha turned to her office door.

“Miss Simons, I know you have reservations against me, but I swear I was innocent back then and I'm not going to do something now.

I asked to work under you because you know my case, all I'm asking is to be given a fair chance.”

She turned to face him again. His face and body language seemed sincere, he looked so ****, despite being 7 feet tall and built like a tank.

“Samantha.” she said, he looked confused “we all address each other by first name. Welcome on board.”

He looked genuinely relieved as she turned towards her office again. Maybe this would be a blessing after all.

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The next morning Samantha found Leon folding a sleeping bag in the court Parkhouse.

"Leon? What are you doing?”

“Oh, sorry Samantha, I'll be in the office right away.”

“That didn't answer my question!”

He seemed embarrassed but her voice and eyes made it clear, he'd need to answer.

“I slept here…pardoned or not, most people aren't eager to rent a room to a convicted ****.”

“But don't you have a family, hell don't you have a son and wife if memory serves?”

“I do, but they see me as guilty as well and want nothing to do with me.”

Samantha couldn't help the guilt she felt.

“Grab your stuff and get in the car. I have a spare room.”

“That's very kind, but you really don't”

“I won't hear it. In the car.” She sounded stern but her facial features were caring.

Hook, line and sinker. Leon suppressed a sinister smile.