Unbeknownst to Francine, Anton and Erwin had crafted the perfect recipe of revenge towards her.
Francine kept on doing it, out of anger. Whenever she’s angry, she always wants to have pleasure—whether to bed a man or being bedded by a man, or both.
While she was whistling, Erwin had filmed her—live on social media. And another outrageous fact is that he was using her own damn phone. Poor Francine.
“The grand slut of the twenty-first century,” he captioned.
He nodded his head to Anton, indicating their plan of revenge had been successful..
Just when she finished Anton’s, Francine was about to give him pleasure as well when she saw her phone being hoisted by Erwin. And he was filming her.
“What the hell are you doing?!” asked by the enraged Francine.
Feeling caught, Anton grabbed her by her hair. “Revenge is a dish best served cold, Francine. But for us, we added a little bit of spice onto it.”
“What?!” The boys laughed, maniacally. She was creeped out by the twins’ devilish laugh, so she scolded the two. “Cut it out, boys!”
They immediately stopped, pretending that the twins were just having fun. “Good dogs,” she praised.
Erwin’s nose flared, no longer able to hold his anger. “We are not dogs, you bitch!”
She whipped her head to him. “What on earth did you just call me?”
Francine was about to slap him as she always does when they become disobedient when Anton grabbed her by the throat and pinned her into the floor. “This is for our late brother.”
Francine tried to struggle out but Anton dragged her to the floor, with her naked body wholly exposed. He dragged her into the solid floor and into the stairs. The pain seeped into her bones, the ache of her body being dragged; her breasts facing the ceiling was more unbearable.
Erwin filmed her again using her phone; his face cheerful and utterly smiling. She had shouted, yelled, shrieked, whimpered, and even threatened them with death. Still, the boys’ reply is just one thing: a creepy, maniacal laugh.
They reached a room that was wholly shut. The windows were covered with newspapers and magazine pages, all bearing the face of hers as she was a former fashion model.
A large portrait of a young, handsome man was on the wall. “That is Robert, our younger brother. I assume you remember him well,” Anton stated.
The name is familiar to Francine. “You mean Robert Leav?”
“Fucking yes!” Erwin was the one who answered. “He died a year ago. And he was also your pet. He loved you very much. And you obviously just rejected him as you see him only as a peasant—and a sex toy.”
“And you know what he did?” She faced Anton, “He burned our house down, with our parents and youngest sister inside. He was so obsessed with you but you only use him as a sex toy. We tried to save them, which explains our different faces now as we had undergone surgery since we had first-degree burns on our faces but we still insist on wearing new faces, especially when we want to avenge our brother’s—our family’s death. And now you are here…”
Anton kneeled and held her chin, “We will also let you feel the pain we have gone through.”
“We are just pretending prostitutes. As we very well know that you are fond of bedding different men and just throwing them in the trash can when you become used to them,” Erwin thoroughly explained.
She remained speechless, unbelievably speechless.
“What? Has your tongue been transferred to your pussy, bitch?!”
Before she could reply, Anton chained her foot and hand to the wall, rendering her other hand and other foot to move freely only.
“Let us begin the song of pain and ache, shall we Lady Francine?”
Erwin turned on a loud music in order to drown Francine’s screams.
The twins smiled at each other. Finally, their brother Robert can have his laugh on his grave while seeing the woman who had only used him and made him a source of pleasure—not only him, but several others including the twins Erwin and Anton who will gladly punish this wealthy woman and make her see that what she did to others will also be done to her.