Chapter 8
Someone sent me a video of Yvonne slapping herself while kneeling on the ground naked. As she struck herself, she said, “I am a bitch! I am a slut! I deserve to die!”
I knew without asking that this was Benedict’s doing. Even so, how was this enough to avenge Jeremy’s death?
I sent some money to a person.
The next day, Francis was released from prison.
Then, someone approached him and led him into gambling, letting him win in the beginning. Slowly, he won hundreds and thousands of dollars. The most he’d gotten in one night was a million dollars.
He thought that he was the “Chosen One“, destined to always win. Just as he really got into the habit of gambling, he began losing.
In order to win back the money he lost, he sold his car and house and even sold the gifts that Benedict had given Yvonne before to sell for funds.
Yvonne knew nothing about this. She was too busy trying to appease Benedict.
She allowed Benedict to beat her and me to curse her, all the while dealing with the fallout of having her explicit photos leaked on the Internet.
Even through all this, she was convinced that as long as she managed to win back Benedict’s affection, he would help her settle everything.
I did not burst her bubble. Instead, I just watched as she sank deeper and deeper into the trap. I even told Benedict to treat her a little better. I wanted to raise her up so that she could fall further. That way, she would hurt more.
I needed to avenge Jeremy’s death.
Francis‘ gambling debts spiraled out of control. When he could no longer hide his doings, he sold Yvonne. The day the casino people came to get her, Yvonne called Benedict and begged him to save her. Unfortunately for her, I was the one who picked up the call. “Benedict will not save you. This is actually his plan, you see. You’re a murderer. Keeping you in prison isn’t enough punishment for you.”
Yvonne screamed hysterically, but I hung up, cutting off her last chance of salvation.
I looked at Benedict, who was standing in front of me. Do you blame me?”
Benedict shook his head, his teeth tightly gritted. “I would’ve pulverized her if you hadn’t wanted to take revenge yourself.”
I nodded in satisfaction. At least he wasn’t blinded by love to the point that he had forgotten about Jeremy.
Later, I heard that Yvonne was beaten up and starved at the casino. She wasn’t allowed to wear any clothes and had to be submerged in cold water every day. Eventually, she gave in and agreed to prostitute herself.
