Vengeance for Vicki

My daughter Vicki was the nicest, smartest, and prettiest girl in the world, and I admit I see her through a dad's eyes, but Vicki was a straight A student, scored a 30 on her ACT on her first try, volunteered at the local animal shelter and a nursing home, and had been nominated for her high school's prom queen.

After she was nominated for prom queen, she started to be bullied by a girl named Tara West. According to Vicki, Tara was your stereotypical mean girl: tall, fake blonde, stunningly good looking, full of herself, and mean to anyone who dare even look at her boyfriend or threaten her place on the school hierachy. She had been nominated for prom queen, and just assumed it was hers for the taking. She expected at least one more girl would be nominated, but when Vicki was nominated and there was actually talk about Vicki winning, Tara set out on a path of destruction to ruin Vicki's reputation.

Vicki came to me in tears one day. Tara was spreading rumors and even cornered her in the bathroom and dumped out Vicki's purse in the toilet. No one witnessed it, so the administration could do nothing.

Vicki's mom had died several years earlier after being killed by a drunk driver, and Vicki and I took care of each other, and I was her protector, and I was not going to stand by and let some bitch ruin the final weeks of her high school.

I decided to take matters into my own hands. I was a professional therapist, and used hypno-therapy, and had developed a special hypnosis that would quickly and easily put anyone under, and into a trance so deep, I could have them do anything.

One afternoon I went to the West house. Tara lived with her mom, who had divorced her dad some years earlier. Sherri West was there, and she had no idea who I was. I told her I was on the PTA and wanted to help her to make the prom the best, and I could even help her daughter win prom queen. She said Tara was out shopping with friends, but would be home in about an hour.

Either Sherri was already gullible, or she was do **** to help her daughter, she let me in. I explained I was a therapist and asked her if she needed any help with insomnia, stress, or anything else, and she said she would like to be more dedicated to her workout routines. I agreed to help.

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A minute later, she was under.

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