Lisa?

It’s me. Lisa.

Yes, that Lisa. The petite, innocent college student in the red bikini. The naive overachiever who once wanted to be a judge. The one you saw in the final chapters six months ago. But in reality, I never left—I was out and about sometimes as “Leon,” sometimes as “Leonie.”

And I’m not dead. I’m not broken. I haven’t disappeared. I was just waiting. Waiting a long time.

Jan thought he’d destroyed me with a single click. A red bikini, a filter, a few emails from “his” law firm—and just like that, my life was over. My studies. My future. My reputation. All gone. I’m going to pay him back for everything. With interest.

So I prepared myself. I built new identities. New bodies. New voices. I learned how to act like a man (Leon), and how to wrap any woman around my finger as a sassy, blonde lesbian (Leonie). I trained my voice, completely changed my appearance. All just for him.

Every meeting, every photo, every fuck, every whispered word—everything was planned by me. From the very beginning.

The “random” package delivery guy?

The three black men I picked out and paid months in advance?

One key was the hypnosis that prevents him from recognizing faces in photos. It wasn’t strong hypnosis, and once or twice he recognized his wife and sister. Lucky for him he hasn’t seen his mother yet. I could tell you stories about the three of them.

Mia, whom I brought back from Thailand and who’s actually a nice guy.

The elevator that got stuck at exactly the right moment?

The handcuffs he put on himself?

All me.

I wanted him to watch.

I wanted him to get hard while he watches his wife get impregnated by strangers’ cocks.

I wanted him to finally get an erection again—just so I can personally show him, with my own cock in his ass, what it feels like to be used and humiliated.

And now he’s sitting there.

Tied up.

Covered in cum.

Knowing that his wife is probably carrying a stranger’s child right now.

With the videos I’ve uploaded everywhere and sent to his friends, family, and coworkers.

He’s no longer the big, untouchable hunter.

He’s just a broken, little wanker who had to watch everything he owned get fucked right before his eyes.

Just like he did to me.

**** isn’t a dish best served cold.

It’s hot, wet, deep, and goes straight up the ass of the man who thought he’d destroyed me.

And you know what the best part is?

He helped me do it. Every single step of the way. Willingly.

Thanks, Jan.

You took everything from me.

And I gave it all back to you—only much, much worse.

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