CHAPTER 83

NEMESIS WAS LOOKING intently at the photos on his private wall, six photos were already marked with a reddish "X" over each of the photos, but there were still many sinners left to quench the Great Ra's thirst for justice.

One by one they will know the justice of Ra... the heat of the eternal fire will warm and purify them...

Nemesis stretched before sitting down and writing in his journal everything he had done, knowing that one day it would save others from their sins, just as he had been saved from an unfair life that not even in his worst nightmares he could have imagined he would live.

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NEMESIS DIARY

WAS VERY ANXIOUS for that reunion after so many years waiting for the right moment to take revenge, after all, it had been more than ten years since she had last seen him, but everything was so different since then.

As in the past, the bastard was still handsome and attractive, the legal profession only highlighted his masculine attributes that I like so much in men, no matter how much I try to like women - this ended up becoming an addiction over time -, I was always attracted to sex opposite.

João Marcos was the kind of man that every woman wants in life, a man to be called a "Man with a capital 'H'", he was handsome, had an athletic body, had a mesmerizing voice, well-cut hair, clear and seductive eyes, since he was rich before he was successful in the profession and many more attributes. The real male.

Like every man of his stature, it was all too easy to deceive him by using his ego against himself.

To find him, I did a quick search on the most famous social networks and soon the effigy of the bastard appeared along with his life wide open for everyone to see his glories and achievements. The same nhe-nhe-nhem as always, married, lawyer, father of a family, practicing Catholic, son of separated parents blablabla.

FIRST STEP: I pretended to have problems with my "fiance", I invented that we had investments in the stock market, but he had stolen everything from me and disappeared into the world, but I had managed to get a contact who knew where to find him;

STEP TWO: talk goes, talk comes, of course I managed to get him into bed. After all those years of imagining what it would be like to sleep with him...

Damn bastard...

He had humiliated me just because I was a fat, relatively ugly, featureless girl.

After the third time in a row we had sex, he lit a Camel cigarette and offered it to me. I accepted.

— I hope you've forgotten about that wretch — he began — I can give you much more.

I smiled and said:

That's obvious, I never doubted it.

I pulled the ice pick from under my pillow without her noticing and smiled.

— What's funny? — He said.

— The funny thing is you don't even remember me.

He looked at me as if he'd finally realized something.

— I'm sorry, but… – he widened his eyes as if he had a vision of hell – you…

But it was too late, at that moment I stuck the ice pick right into his heart, there wasn't even time for him to scream.

— I sincerely hope you rot in hell, you bastard — I whispered in his ear — you made my childhood a real hell.

It was a real ecstasy to see him agonize, I suddenly felt an orgasm that I had been anxiously waiting for the three times we had sex, not even that the damn thing had been able to do for me.

— The world goes round — I continued to whisper in his ear — and now that it's turned in my favor, I'm going to repay everything you've done to me.

After that I still stocked it more than thirty times.

AFTER PUTTING MY CLOTHES ON, I was admiring the beautiful body of my third victim, I had dreamed of that moment for so long, I thought it would complete me, but in fact, it brought an even greater loneliness.

I put on my latex glove, poked my finger between one of its countless cracks, and wrote on the wall above it:

"Lust..."

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— Yeah — SAID LEAVING THE ROOM — Nothing has changed...