Wicked Deceptions: A novella

by B, Johnna

  Had Courtnie never found out the truth of that horrible night all those years ago, she might’ve been able to block the trauma from her mind and push it away as if it had never happened, but seeing the video made it real and burned the images into her mind. The sight of them hunched over her naked body, violating her while the others cheered on and laughed. When she finally got her revenge on them all, she was the only one laughing.

  On the day of the big home coming game, Courtnie had slipped into the locker room and put a few drops of Visine in their water bottles. The team ended up forfeiting the game because by half time, so many players were sick that they didn’t have enough healthy bodies to continue. One of the players almost died from an allergic reaction to the concoction. It was the first time Courtnie had ever punished someone. She tried to feel bad about it, but couldn’t find it in her heart. Hurting them made her feel better, and, each time she did it, the burden she carried got a little lighter. The next person on her list was Brittany.

  ****

  Someone knocking at Courtnie’s office door brought her back to the present day.

  “Yes, can I help you?” Courtnie called out.

  “There’s someone here to see you,” Mike called through the door.

  After Courtnie took a minute to make sure she was presentable, she said, “Okay, send them in.”

  When Angela walked through the door, Courtnie almost back flipped in her chair. She looked distressed, and, from her red swollen eyes, Courtnie could tell she had been crying.

  “Oh, my goodness!” Courtnie sprang to her feet and went to Angela. “Please, have a seat.” She helped her down into one of the chairs. “Do you want me to get you a water or something?”

  “No, I’m fine,” Angela said between sobs. “I don’t know why I even came here, bothering you with my problems again.”

  “It’s totally fine, Angela. I told you I’m here for you. What’s going on?” Courtnie asked sincerely.

  “I don’t even know where to begin.” Angela blew her nose into a wad of paper towels.

  “How about at the beginning?” Courtnie suggested.

  Angela gave Courtnie the rundown on what had been going on with her for the past few weeks. Her sister wasn’t speaking to her, and Adonis’s mother hated her, so there was really nobody she could talk to about what was going on with her. She hadn’t meant to be so candid, but it was like, once she started talking, she couldn’t stop. She needed to let it out.

  “And like a fool, I believed him when he said he wanted his family back,” she sobbed. “And to top it off, his crazy-ass mama has put the idea in the heads of the police that I had something to do with it.”

  “Why would she accuse you of doing something to your husband?” Courtnie was slightly amused by this revelation.

  “The bitch is bitter! She reminds me of one of those nutty-ass moms you read about in the paper for sleeping with their own kids. I can’t wait to dance on that old bitty’s grave.”

  “Well, I hope there is nothing wrong with your husband. I would hate to see such a pretty lady going to jail.” Courtnie moved Angela’s hair out of her face and behind her ear.

  “Thank you.” Angela blushed and moved over a little when she noticed they were sitting a little too close. She hadn’t noticed Courtnie slide up in her personal space until she touched her hair.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Courtnie noticed her uneasiness.

  “No, you’re okay. My mind is just all over the place. I don’t even know why I am here.” Angela looked up into Courtnie’s eyes and found herself lost in them. He eyes seemed to have a kaleidoscope effect on her. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare.” Angela felt flustered when she saw that Courtnie was returning her gaze.

  “No worries. Would you like a cup of coffee?” Courtnie stood.

  “Yes. Thank you.”

  “I’ll be right back.” Courtnie walked out of her office with a big smile on her face. Keeping the wife close would definitely be a bonus now that the police were involved.

  Besides, she had sparked a curious side of Angela that she could possibly use to her advantage. Brining Adonis’s wife into her little game would be playing with fire, but Courtnie loved to dance on the wild side.

  After spending the day consoling Angela, Courtnie just wanted to unwind next to Adonis and watch some movies. In her mind, they were a couple living and loving life. She would take him anyway she could get him, even comatose. She had dreamed of having him in her bed for a little over year, and, now that she had him, she would do any and everything in her power to keep him.

  “Well, what’s going on down here?” Courtnie walked in as Hillary was turning him on his side to relieve the pressure from his bottom.

  “Oh!” Hillary jumped. “You scared me. I was just turning him again to relieve his backside. That’s all. He’s been washed, lotioned, had his pain meds, and we watched a few movies.”

  She smiled at Courtnie, but she could see she had done something terribly wrong by the way Courtnie was looking at her.

  “I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?” She would have hated to lose this good job. He was easy to work with, and he wasn’t hard on the eyes. She could clearly see why Courtnie loved him so much.

  “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just have to get used to having someone else take care of him.”

  Courtnie smiled on the outside, but, on the inside, her stomach was turning flips at the thought of her seeing and rubbing all over his body. She hadn’t thought the whole thing out because, clearly, that hadn’t crossed her mind. She walked over and gave him a long kiss on the lips. She could see the look of hatred in eyes. She knew that look all too well. Such glances had passed between her and plenty of men from her past.

  “You can go now. Thanks for your help.”

  “Okay. Thank you and see you tomorrow, Mr. Randolph!” She smiled and waved to Adonis as she walked out the basement door.

  “Mr. Randolph,” Courtnie purred. “I like the sound of that. How about you?”

  Fuck you, you crazy bitch! Once again, he found himself without a voice. He cursed the day he had ever met her.

  “I’m going to get in the shower. I’ll be back in a little bit for a round two.”

  She winked as she sashayed out of the basement to leave him wallowing in his own misery.

  Lord Jesus, please remove me from this situation. I promise to be a good husband and father and faithful churchgoer. Just get me away from this nutty woman. I know infidelity is wrong, but please don’t let me go out like this! Adonis found himself praying more these last few days than he had his whole life. His heart mourned for his family. He missed his children so much his soul hurt. He knew for sure his mother was driving Angela crazy, trying to find out where he was. Deep down, he knew he would never see his family again. There was no way in the world Courtnie would let him go after what she had done to him. He could still remember the look on Angela’s face when he told her he would be coming back home. She was happier than he’d seen her in a long time, but his weakness for the flesh had shattered that happiness. Now, he was left to deal with the consequences.

  ****

  Courtnie stood under the steaming hot water trying to wash away the sins of her past. The men she had wronged and Brittany…poor Brittany. What Courtnie had done to her one-time friend would be forever embedded in her mind.

  After sending half the football team to the hospital, Courtnie had been floating. Knowing they were in pain gave her a high. When she was done with them, she turned her sights to Brittany. Her old roommate was sleeping in the room they had once shared when Courtnie crept in. Brittany’s new roommate was out for the night. Courtnie took a seat at the side of Brittany’s bed and watched her. She was sleeping peacefully, as if she didn’t have a care in the world, but, little did she know, trouble was about to descend on her.

  Courtnie pulled out a sandwich bag from her pocket. Inside the bag was a cloth she had soaking in chloroform.
She put on a plastic glove. Then, she pulled it the chloroform cloth and slowly placed it across Brittany’s face. She pressed her hand firmly over her mouth and nose. Brittany’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she struggled to get Courtnie’s hand off her face, but, before she could fight back, the lights went out in her head.

  When Brittany awoke, she found herself naked, with her ankles and wrists bound to each other. Her legs were wide open, and her mouth was taped shut. Courtnie could see she was really trying to speak, but she didn’t want hear anything Brittany had to say.

  “You know I considered you a friend and you repay me by setting me up to be humiliated and violated in the worst possible way,” Courtnie said in a low growl.

  From her backpack, she produced a curling iron. She had gotten this particular idea from a movie she had once seen called Sleep Away Camp. What the girl in the movie did to the bully was perfect for her situation. She turned the curling iron up to its highest setting, the whole time looking devilishly at Brittany. Tears ran down Brittany’s face as she struggled futilely against her restraints. Her eyes pleaded for Courtnie not to do whatever she was planning.

  “Those tears mean absolutely nothing to me,” Courtnie spat. “Did you care about my tears while those monsters ravished my body? No, you didn’t. I saw you laughing while I was being raped, but we’ll see who has the last laugh,” Courtnie said sinisterly, as she produced a tube of KY Jelly. She took her time, spreading the lubricant over Brittany’s pussy.

  When Brittany realized what Courtnie was about to do, she thrashed frantically against her restraints.

  Courtnie held the hot curling iron up menacingly. “You want to know how I felt after those sick fucks where finished with me?”

  Without waiting for an answer, Courtnie shoved the hot iron inside Brittany.

  The tape barely masked the screams, so Courtnie had to place a pillow over her face every time she stuck her with the iron. She jammed it in and out of Brittany’s vagina, ignoring the smell of burning flesh and hair. The sound of Brittany’s insides sizzling turned Courtnie’s stomach upside down, but a lesson had to be taught. She removed the curling iron from Brittany’s vagina and put it in her ass. When she tired of her game, she got up from the bed, leaving the curling iron still inside Brittany’s ass.

  “That was fun, but I’ve got to be going now,” Courtnie said calmly. Before she left, she had some parting words. “And if you tell anyone who did this, I will pay a visit to your sweet little sister and brother and give them the same treatment I just gave you.”

  After blowing her one-time friend a kiss, she walked out of her dorm room and her life.

  ****

  Courtnie’s phone vibrating on the bathroom sink brought her back to the present. When she saw that it was the good doctor, she rolled her eyes.

  “What do you want?” she asked with a major attitude.

  “Look, you whack-job. I hope you are not still giving that poor man those medicines. You will kill him with prolonged use.”

  “Mind your fucking business. You wanted me out your life. Now, I’m gone. What does it matter to you anyway?” she yelled into the phone.

  “I will not be party to you killing that man. Has he stopped peeing yet? Are you feeding him? You have to…”

  “Look. Leave me alone. I got this!” she yelled as she ended the call.

  Courtnie slumped down onto the floor, feeling physically and mentally drained. She acted like she wasn’t interested in anything the doctor had to say, but, in reality, his words were getting to her. She wanted to punish Adonis, but not kill him. They couldn’t get married if he was dead. She had never done anything of this magnitude before and prayed she got the happy ending she was planning. Of all the men she came across in her life, Adonis was her dream made flesh. She could see the love in his eyes when he looked at his, and she wanted him to look at her the same way. Courtnie needed that like she needed a heartbeat. Instead of going back downstairs with Adonis, she laid across her bed and cried herself to sleep.

  Chapter 13

  Curiosity Killed the Kitty

  Angela felt like she wanted to die every time her baby girl came to ask where her father was. He and she where the closest. He would never say out loud that he had a favorite, but, if he were to ever admit it, everyone knew it would be her. Feeling mixed emotions, she didn’t know what to tell the kids. She honestly didn’t know where he was. Had he runaway or did something happen to him. For some reason, she prayed for the latter. She never wanted to know he had left her for greener pastures. The thought of him with another woman stirred something in her soul. She reached out and grabbed the pillow she had drenched in his cologne and inhaled his scent and felt a certain feeling come over her body that only he could bring about. Her phone ringing brought her out of her feeling of euphoria. She looked at the screen and wanted to scream.

  “Hello?”

  “Have you heard from my son yet?” Rachel asked, getting right to point, no need in using unnecessary pleasantries.

  “No, I have not.”

  “What in the hell…”

  Angela didn’t even listen to what else she was saying. She just hung up. She didn’t have the strength to argue anymore. It had been a month since she had last slept with her husband and over two weeks since she’d laid eyes on him. She was a mess. With the police on her back and his mother calling constantly, she was going to pieces. Night after night, she asked God why she was being punished.

  Angela looked over at her nightstand and studied the card Courtnie had given her. Her body moved on its own as her hands picked up the phone and began dialing Courtnie’s number. Butterflies danced in her stomach while she waited for Courtnie to pick up.

  “Hello?” Courtnie answered, half asleep.

  “Oh…ummm I’m sorry. May I speak with Courtnie?” Angela didn’t know why she was getting so flustered.

  “This is she. Who might I ask is this?” Courtnie answered with a big cheese eating grin spread across her face because she already knew the answer to her own question.

  “This is Angela. Are you busy?”

  “No. Never too busy for you. What’s up?” Courtnie put on her charm.

  “Ummm, I was wondering if we could get together. I mean, I need a grown person to speak with. My kids are driving me crazy.” She laughed, trying to cover up her nervousness. She didn’t know what was going on, but her love button thumped at the thought of being around Courtnie.

  “Sure. No need to explain. How would you like to come to my place for drinks?” Courtnie offered.

  “Sounds good,” Angela said with a smile. “Give me your address.”

  “Sure.”

  After getting Courtnie’s address, Angela showered, dressed, and was on her way to a destination of unknown possibilities.

  ****

  Courtnie couldn’t wait to get downstairs to tell Adonis the news about his wife coming over. Adonis watched as she approached him with a sinister smile plastered on her face. He knew she was up to no good by the look in her eyes.

  Oh, God! Just let her kill me. I can’t take this anymore. Adonis had no clue as to how long she had been keeping him captive. However long it had been, he prayed it would end soon.

  “Guess who’s coming to dinner?” she paused and actually waited for an answer as she slid down on the bed next to him. “Okay. You give up? Angela!” she exclaimed with excitement.

  What? Angela? My Angela? His eyes moved around as if looking for something he could reach for.

  “Poor thing is so distraught about her husband leaving her for another woman, she needs a little girl time.” Courtnie smirked. “But don’t you worry I’m going to take good care of her, just like I did for you. No, I’m not going to kidnap her, but I am going to make her body feel things you couldn’t make her feel. I’ll make sure I leave the vents open, so you can hear her scream while we’re fucking.”

  My wife would never let you touch her! Oh, God! No, please no. What in the fuck is going on? Is this
a bad dream or something? This can’t be real life, he thought.

  Courtnie looked up as she heard her doorbell chiming. “Looks like the guest of honor has arrived. I’ll see you in a little while to give you all the dirty little details,” she giggled and skipped up the stairs like a little school girl without shutting the door behind her.

  Please, God, give me the strength to make it through this. He prayed as he listened to Courtnie greet his wife.

  ****

  “Hi, Angela! I hope you found me without any problems.” Courtnie smiled and tingled at the excitement of her current situation.

  “My GPS brought me right to your doorstep,” Angela said as she walked through the door. “Your place is beautiful.” Angela marveled at how everything was so elegantly decorated. It was all tans and browns, very autumn-ish. Angela jumped when she felt Courtnie’s hands on her shoulders.

  “Didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just trying to help you with your jacket, so I can hang it up,” Courtnie told her.

  “Sorry. Guess I’m just a little on edge.” Angela allowed Courtnie to take her jacket. “Let’s go into the living room. Can I get you something to drink?” Courtnie asked.

  She hoped so because she would definitely be tasting Angela tonight. It was no longer just about Adonis. She wanted Angela, too. It wasn’t the first time Courtnie had been sidetracked by one of her lover’s wives, and those were usually the times that landed her in trouble. She still wasn’t very good at keeping her greedy sexual appetite in check.

  “Sure. I’ll take whatever you have.”

  Angela needed something to calm her nerves down. She had told herself that she was coming over for drinks and just to have someone to talk to, but, if that was the case, why was she suddenly feeling so guilty? It took a while, but, after a few drinks, Angela loosened up. She enjoyed Courtnie’s company and the feeling was mutual. They laughed and giggled as Courtnie poured Angela drink after drink. Angela noticed that every so often, Courtnie would make it a point to touch her…a stroke of the arm, fixing a strand of loose hair, a hand on the leg…each time she touched her was more intimate than the last. Angela wasn’t sure if it was the liquor, or the fact that she hadn’t been touched affectionately in so long, but she was starting to tingle in her lower regions. She remembered when Adonis used to be able to do that with just a touch.