This incredibly dark little monster was inspired by the six sentence word prompt ingredient by girlontheedge. I immediately went to potion, but I don’t know when it went from potion to this little fic of revenge that is disturbing even to me….
The thorns dug into the soft flesh of her palm as she squeezed the stem of the rose, the final ingredient, a little too hard as she tried to decide if she was really going to do this.
It was overkill on her part, and she knew it, but the memory of his face as he mocked her in front of the crowd of onlookers, pretending as if their relationship had meant nothing to him, that she was just another notch in his bed post, it still made her blood boil.
She tossed the rose into the cauldron, regretting it even as she let it go, but it was too late now, the potion was made, and a small smirk crossed her face as the rising vapour turned to a thick cloud, forming shapes, sharp teeth and claws in the shadows before they skittered out the window.
There was no use in regret, it would change nothing, and James had made his bed, that bright sunny afternoon in the quad when he called her a-, well, he was not undeserving in this.
It wasn’t her fault, as she had learned far too late that with James, even saying no wouldn’t have stopped him, and if what the others had said was true, he was far worse when you didn’t go along with him.
She was pulled from her musings by the sounds of sirens, red lights flashing into the otherwise dark room, and she knew it was over, she wasn’t his first, but she had made sure, she would be his last.
Anne McSommers' Writing Nook 
Nice phrase: “another notch in his bed post”. I wonder how many notches the cauldron has.
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Lol, good question. I think this might be the first. But I don’t think it would be the last…
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The problem with revenge is that it diminishes you.
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Oh ya. I am more of a fan of karma myself. I like to think it would have come back on him…
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I love your revenge story! Today I posted a poem of revenge. 🙂 But not as good as your story.
My final lines:
“She picked the weapon of her choice
Last thing he’d hear would be her voice”
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I appreciate that throughout she had some remorse for what she felt she had to do. It seems good riddance too, as much as revenge.
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Ya, there was a point where he had to go.
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Ooooh! Another one bites the dust, but he had it coming. Sometimes you gotta say stop for the ones that come after.
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Ya, all of a sudden he got his. I admit, I was a little surprised.
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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!🌹Great 6!
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Thanks, It went in a strange direction, but sometimes you just need to go with it…
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