Angela's Revenge...

Please see Bumight’s post for the background to this…



I closed my eyes and reclined further on the chair. The lights were out, and once again, I was back in the house with Tunde. I was no longer the timid dowdy young woman he had forcefully had sex with. I was a worldly wise young woman who had been crossed, a lioness whose cub had been killed by a lesser creature. I was angry.

I had just come out of the bathroom, and found him sleeping soundly on the coach. In that moment I was seized by a murderous rage, such as I’d never known before.
I couldn’t bear to see him sleeping there so soundly, after he’d just taken my most prized possession away from me so unceremoniously. The bastard didn’t even have the decency to lie to me that he loved me, or something. He was sleeping! And snoring lightly…

I turned on my heel and went straight into the kitchen. The first thing I saw was a fork; a strong, three-pronged kitchen fork. The kind that is used in turning plantain while frying. I seized it and went back to the sitting room.

He was still sleeping. Without his pants.

For a brief moment, I felt a different kind of hurt: that a man had sex with me and he was so soundly asleep a few minutes after. Had he found me so uninteresting? A quickly as it had come, the thought was replaced by a greater anger.

I raised the fork in my right hand and put my left on his testicles. They felt soft. He stirred gently in his wicked sleep.
Biting my lower lip, I brought down the fork on the taut part created by my left hand pulling his balls. Hard! The three prongs penetrated, and he screamed!!! He woke up in shock. I drew out my right hand with the fork and bits of flesh clinging to it. He opened his mouth to let out another scream. With perfect timing I plunged the fork into his mouth.

He didn’t see it coming, and by the time he closed his mouth the fork was already in it. With part of his balls on it, and a lot of blood. He choked, sputtered, and I’m sure, wished he could faint.
But no, his eyes turned to me in horror and he opened his mouth to say something. But he could not. The pain I saw on his face gave me joy. Such joy as I have never ever known before……