Best Served Cold A revenge Tale.
Chapter 2: the oldest ride in the park has the longest line.
“It’s his fault your beloved died, Martha. If you didn’t pick up the boy from the orphanage that day 3 weeks ago Jacob would still be here. If you didn’t go that drunk driver wouldn’t have hit you head on. It’s the boy’s fault.” Amelia said manipulating her grief stricken daughter. A week later Marcus was sent away to a boarding school and Martha returned to work at her mother’s side.
Indira shook her head at Marcus’s story.
“Then next time I saw them was in high school. Gran had summoned me. She wanted me to marry a rival’s daughter to make a union beneficial to both companies. I turned it down, I didn’t want to be married then and Gran cast me out.” Marcus said grimly.
Indira was shocked by Marcus’s story. She couldn’t believe that his own family had treated him so cruelly. She felt a deep sense of sadness for her husband and a seething rage towards his family. How could they be so heartless and manipulative? But she knew that justice would soon be served, and she was more than happy to assist in seeing that through.
Once the women had stripped and returned to Marcus, it was time to break their worlds.
Amelia stood entranced. The only thing she wore was her string of perfectly matched pearls.
In Amelia’s head. There was nothing but darkness. “Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me?” She called out in the darkness. Suddenly a spotlight appeared over her. “Hello, little flower, I missed you” said the voice.
“Warner? But you are dead. Am I dead? “ Amelia asked. Warner had been her husband. He died as Martha their daughter graduated High School. “No little flower, I missed you and your warm smile” He said warmly. Over the next few minutes she told him of her life and experiences since his death.
“We had a grandson and you cast him out?” The voice bellowed and the spotlight flickered. “She was grief stricken and she needed to return to work … I needed her to return to work” Amelia whispered suddenly overcome by shame.
The voice In the dark fell silent for a few moments. “It was a mistake to return, you aren’t the woman I loved” the voice said and the lights faded. “Warner, please take me with you” Amelia cried into the darkness. “What would you give to go with him?” Marcus asked. “Anything and everything” Amelia whispered.
“Deal” Marcus said with a smile. “To be reborn you need to sacrifice a piece of your old life” Marcus said.
After a few minutes “my… my pearls. They are a symbol of my family’s strength. ed down through the generations. They embody our family’s credos Pride, Strength, Perseverance.” Amelia whispered.
“Give them to me” Marcus commanded his hand out stretched . After a minute she sighed dropping her most prized possession into his hand.
She was ready. “Gran, notice you are in a bathtub” Marcus said and she quickly covered up. Her grandson shouldn’t see her this way.
“This tub is filled with your memories, you life, your experiences both good and bad. Everything your twisted black heart has done. When I pull this stopper it will all drain away and you will also be empty.” Marcus said and yanked the stopper.
In the real world Amelia gasped then her head fell forward, her chin resting on her breasts. Amelia was almost 6 feet tall. Despite her 75 years and between her Greek heritage and her fitness regiment she looked 50. In her prime her buxom body was the desire of every young man or woman.
She has a proud stature with a firm waist and shapely legs, that were always impeccably maintained. Her green eyes held a spark of mischief that could lead to unimaginable pleasures or deadly consequences based on her mood, and her curly grey-white hair cascaded to her toned shoulders.
Marcus lifted her chin to look in her empty emotionless eyes. “What do you ?” Marcus asked. No reply.
“How old are you?” Marcus asked. No reply again.
“Ok, easy one. What is your name?” Marcus asked. A sigh, then “I don’t know” she said.
Indira looked at Marcus and smiled, nodding her head. “Would you like me to tell you?” Marcus asked. “Please, I’m so confused” she whispered.
“Your name is Emma, Emma Taylor 32 years of age. You were born in Russia, your parents died while you were young. You were sent to a state orphanage. I heard of your plight and took you In. I noticed your poise and grace and sent you to the best dance schools in Russia and your new home in America. You danced professionally until your injury forced you to retire. You have returned to me now that we have a house big enough for our family. What started as appreciation and gratitude has developed into a love of me and sexual desire. You are my obedient servant and companion. You do anything I want when I want it like it is the most Important thing in your life. You want me to be with you but your shyness gets in the way.” Mark said crafting her new memories. The new memories would generate a new personality and the old witch would be dead.
That’s how Marcus saw it. The ability to manipulate people’s minds and reality, as he put it, was a double-edged sword. It brought him a sense of satisfaction and guilt at the same time. He felt guilty for erasing someone’s identity, no matter how unpleasant it was before, but also satisfied for being able to create a new persona that was completely devoted to him.
For her part, Emma felt confused and scared but also relieved. She had always felt a deep sense of gratitude towards Marcus, who had saved her from the orphanage.
He had given her a home, a family, and a purpose. Now, she had the chance to give back to him in the most intimate way possible. As she listened to Mark, she felt a warmth spreading through her body. She knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter in both of their lives, one filled with pleasure and fulfillment.
“And who are you?” Marcus asked with a smile. “It’s me, silly Master. Emma Taylor. I am so happy to be home” Emma said giving Marcus a warm hug then a kiss on the lips before blushing profusely.
“I was teasing you little flower. It’s good you are finally home.” Marcus said with a smile. “I got you a present.” Marcus said as he placed the string of pearls around her neck. “These pearls represent your pledge as my devoted lover, servant, and companion“ Marcus said. Emma felt the pearls around her neck their texture comforted her soul. She knew that she belonged to Marcus now, and she couldn’t be happier. She would do anything to make him happy, to please him, and fulfill her purpose as his loving and obedient servant.
“I’m sure you would like to shower and freshen up after your long trip.” Marcus said. “Indira will show you to the shower. You Indira? You will do what she says. She runs our happy household” Marcus said as he winked at Indira.
Emma blushed even more deeply as she realized she had forgotten her place in this new world. “Thank you, Master and Mistress,” she whispered as she followed Indira to the shower.
As she stepped into the shower, the warm water realigned Emma’s mind with her new memories, her new world, and her place within it. Her new memories had taken root and Emma was the result. Kind, loving, shy, and obedient. A far cry from her former self. Emma dressed in a cotton dress with a flower print. She sighed it was good to be home.
Indira returned to Marcus an intense feeling of pride as he beat that foul bitch and made her into an obedient puppet who would do whatever she was told. Her husband was wise and powerful.
She knew that he was capable of anything and she would him all the way. She felt a fierce loyalty towards Marcus, one that went beyond just being his wife.
She knew that he needed her by his side, and she would do everything in her power to be there for him. She knew that it wouldn’t be easy, but she was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.
Together, they would take on the world and make sure that their enemies paid for their crimes. They would see justice served, and they would make sure that the victims of their cruelty got the closure they deserved.
Indira wondered if Marcus would fuck this Emma? And if she could watch? If he would let her participate.
It was an exciting and enticing thought. She couldn’t deny the way her body reacted when she thought of watching Marcus with another woman, even if that woman had once been a cruel grandmother to him. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind for now, focusing on the present moment.
Indira wondered what Marcus would make from these two other women. She smiled at his mother entranced swaying slightly. This one had hurt his heart the most. She deserved his vengeance.