by Ruthy Garcia
- I told her we'd find you. We have an appointment today at the Chauris coffee shop, three blocks from his house. Do you know it?
She's stunned, but she's not afraid.
- Yeah, I know where it is. But how did you find me?
- All your answers will be answered today at seven o'clock. Go alone.
- What should I bring?
- Make yourself at home. That's it, that's all.
The message disappears and the customer satisfaction survey page of the store where you purchased your PC appears instead.
She no longer had any desire to pry into the PC. She must leave in a few hours to meet her revenge.
She puts on something comfortable and casual and goes out into the street. It would be very easy to walk there: it was only four blocks and forty minutes to the agreed time. Then she thought about how they would recognize her. She continued walking. As you walk down a dark street you feel a sharp pull. They lead her into an alley, she can't see. His mouth and nose are stuffed up. A handkerchief with a strong smell is enough to make Yeri faint.
“Before you start a revenge trip, dig two graves.”
Taken from the internet
CHAPTER IV
The Guru Of Revenge
He feels nauseous. Open THE eyes slowly. Even though it's a little dark, it may be to see lights like candles. It's when an angled torch lit with some fire is brought closer to her face. She sits down quickly. Feel how rustic the ground is. She recognizes a man's voice. Dresses in white hood. About eight more are standing around her, standing still, all dressed up and down in white. It was terrible. Panic took hold of her, there was nothing but fear inside her.
Intense, suffocating, claustrophobic, that's how you could describe the episode she was experiencing. She was crawling backwards, the candlelight, the torch. Oh, shit! Her heart would burst at any moment. I needed to pinch me to understand how she got into it. She gets really scared. It would be paradoxical to waste one's life trying to seek revenge.
The torch guy pulls back a little, turns on the light, takes off his hood and laughs like crazy. He pulls out a metal bottle, apparently with alcohol, has a drink and says.
- It's getting more and more fun. He walks towards her, who gets up and runs into the wall. She realizes that the man must have been about 52 years old, with a careless appearance, a beard and dark circles under his eyes.
- Who are you? What do you want?
- Who am I? He blows out the torch, then blows out the candles one by one.
- Yes. Who are you and what do you want? Who are these men?
- Ha, ha, ha, ha! Don't worry, I've been a little rude. I'm the guru.
- The guru?
Yes, I am the guru of vengeance, and these are my friends, Macy´s, E mart, Wal-Mart -he said as he shoved them with one foot, noting that they were dummies.
In a way she feels a relief.
- Is it from the Portal of Karma?
- Yes.
- And you think this is the way to present yourself? God, the fear was starting to shake.
- Shocking, frightening, it's just the beginning.
- Where are we?
- Get close to the windows. We're close to her house, it's a building under construction.
- Thank God for that!
- What did you think, that he kidnapped her and will hold her captive in a secluded place? Please, it's not a vendetta.
- It was a great movie.
- Oh, yeah? I'm different from you. I really think vendetta was an asshole.
- For doing revenge for a whole nation?
He approaches her calmly until he is only one body away from her.
No, for having Natalie Portman locked up in your custody and not making her your own. The guy was crazy. He gives himself another drink.
She smells the terrible smell of alcohol. Then she details his features: his dark circles are very deep, he is a man with a white complexion and green eyes.
- You sound like a sex maniac.
- It looks that way. Everyone who says what they feel is some kind of sick freak. Maybe, vendetta was the real sick one, maybe he had cameras in the bathrooms. He may have been doing some really abhorrent things inside his room, but he was a hero, but I speak my mind and I'm a maniac - what a paradox!
-I'm scared.
I know, and I apologize for my overwhelming entrance. It's an exercise I do for people who ask me to measure their level of fear and phobias.
- I imagine what would have happened if I had chosen Jason's image.
- Ha, ha, ha, ha! Sure, it's not easy to get a chainsaw, but I manage, I always do.
- What will happen now?
- Nothing, you can go. Just help me get the kids down to the shelf and we'll talk later. I'm a little drunk.
- I know, I realized.
- I'll just ask you something simple: do what you've been doing, stay away from Frank.
- How do you know about him?
- Did I mention I'm a hacker?
- I don't know, I don't think I should go through with this.
- And stop seeing your dreams of revenge fulfilled? Believe me, it feels great to see how the wicked pay for their guilt, especially when the fibre is in their belly.
She is silent and looks at him.
- I'm not sure what to do.
- For Ismat, for him, do it, you won't regret it. Ninety-nine percent feel completely confident and satisfied.
- And how does the other one percent feel?
- Well, there may be exceptions, there may be exceptions.
- I could be one of those exceptions, with your permission.
He's about to open the door to leave.
- Won't it help me with my colleagues? Have another drink.
- No, and I don't think I should go through with this. I'm sorry, but I won't do it, I won't participate in....
- Revenge?
- Yes, of that. Don't look for me, I don't want to, I want to have a new life.
A new life knowing that the person responsible for this may now be enrolling new young people in his stupid lodge? Please, I took an interest in this case because I discovered that it is truly relevant. Do you know something? It has been more than four years since The Portal of Karma answered a call. And do you know why? I stopped doing this whole helping other people thing, because everybody gives up in the end. Well, I thought so... until you opened the door and I started digging into you.
- It is illegal to obtain information without permission, and more on the web.
- Illegal? Everybody does it. When you watch a movie on Youtube, what do you think? He's hacking. When you read a book on a free book site, sometimes the author doesn't even know it. And worst of all, everything you buy, spend or do is directly or indirectly linked to illicit things.
- What should I do then?
- Well, if you want to be the ideal citizen, buy legally everything you consume. The pity is that sometimes whoever you bought it from didn't do what you did.
- Why do you say that?
- This answer is worth gold. Remember the computer you just bought?
- Yes, I remember her.
- It's stolen.
- Bullshit, I got my bill.
- Oh, yeah. And you've been researching where the companies you buy from come from? Because, honestly, nobody is who they seem. That company has been avoiding taxes for years, as well as buying equipment on the black market, camouflaging it and reselling it to dumb people like you.
- Well, I didn't know that.
- They falsify licenses, programs and much more. Worst of all, most people do.
- I don't do it.
- I love that honest part of people. She's funny.
- Don't you have an honest side?
- Maybe, but I don't know you.
- And what do you know about me?
- You're an African girl who lost her family, her husband and her son. You decide to come to the United States, your mother-in-law is the precursor of the trip. The
n you must come, because unfortunately your son falls into a coma, but things get complicated: he dies and your ex-husband hangs himself.
- You know a lot about me. How is this possible?
- Have you ever heard of cooquis? You'd be amazed to know everything you get on the web. For example, ever since we talked, I've been on your son's social network. I just watch, I don't comment.
-You're a daredevil. Why are you doing this?
- Daring are you, who went in there before me.
- But he was my son.
- Yeri, stop being so clumsy. Listen to me, this is your chance. Avenge Ismat. Take revenge, you won't regret it.
- What assures me that I am doing the right thing?
- The desire to see his executioner punished. That's priceless, I assure you. That magical moment when you have that person hated at your mercy, begging for mercy, begging for an opportunity. You just have to know how to hit him where it hurts the most. Only then will you quench your thirst for revenge. It's very sweet, it's epic. You can taste the lips. It's like I'm enjoying that on a grand scale.
- I'll think about it.
Yeri decides to leave quickly. He doesn't think her help is in the hands of such a strange individual.
She's coming home emptier than ever. It's time to think about whether or not you should go through with this.
A few days later, she returns to work and finds herself mixed up in Frank's social networking sites, smiling and celebrating his impotent life. How can he possibly go on with his putrid life? Infamous, you bastard, you have to pay.
That afternoon she goes to the supermarket for some things. She comes home with several bags. She enters his apartment with some difficulty.
When she enters, she drops the bags and sees the guru sitting on one of her furniture.
- What are you doing here? He looks neat, shaved and dressed in formal clothes.
I was hungry and had nowhere to go to eat.
She gets a little sad.
- Really? She picks up the bags from the floor.
- No, I'm just kidding. I've really come to persuade you about what we know. He gets up and starts helping her.
- Well, go away, I don't want to talk about it now. You know it's illegal to trespass on someone else's property without permission? Besides, I don't want to do this anymore.
- Then why are you going through Frank's things? Fortunately, you hasn't sent you a friend request.
- Never! I would never do that, it is impossible to maintain a friendship with the person responsible for the death of a child.
- To my friends near, to my enemies even closer.
She is surprised by this phrase.
- What do you mean? She enters the small kitchen and places the bags on the plateau.
- That should come into Frank's life. I need to expose him.
- But he will never leave me, maybe he knows about me.
- If you don't try, you'll never know.
- What do you suggest?
- Simple: We'll get him to come to you.
- How?
- Looking through his things and publications from years ago I discovered a great advantage.
- Which one? She takes water from the tap with a glass and drinks from it.
- He's passionate about black women.
- What does that matter?
- That you will be that woman who will make all those passions flow.
-You make it too easy.
- And it is, it's easier than you think. We just need to change a few details. We'll create a new person, you'll be a different human being. You're from Louisiana, you're single, your parents died in an accident, you have to change jobs.
- That's never going to happen, I'm not changing jobs. It's the first time my expenses have been balanced.
-Please.
-It's crazy. What about the name change? All that must cost a fortune.
-That's why don't worry. The state will pay for all that.
-What do you say?
- Yes, everyone does. I'll just take a card or two here and there and get the money out. There are millions of people who don't even realize how much they spend in a month. This country, Yeri, is a delicacy of opportunities, the same ones Munga dreamed of for Yaro.
- Is there no other way to do it? I don't like illicit things.
- A crowd funding campaign to bring Yeri's revenge to life.... Please, you're insane. I'd never take anybody's cards, I was kidding.
- Then where will you get the money?
- I finance everything. Simple.
-Why?
- Two reasons. The first....
- I hope it doesn't include sexual favours.
- Do I look desperate or something?
- No, it's not that, it's just that it's all so dizzying. I don't know if…
- Keep going?
-That's it. They look at each other deeply. He can't help but admire the beauty of that woman.
- My reasons, I told you, are simple. The first is that I simply and specifically love revenge, I feed on it, and I am a strange case.
- And the second?
- Company.
- How?
- Yes, sometimes I feel lonely and I look for company from someone I like. Do you know? It's nothing perverse: a few drinks, some tasteful music, maybe a dance and...
- Sex?
- No, your mind is more damaged than a vendetta, ha ha ha ha! No, my dear Yeri. Sex isn't exactly a motivation for this fox. There are other things, things I can get from you that give me more pleasure than anything in this world.
- And the sick man was a vendetta......
- Come on, accept it, friend. You'll have nothing but your executioner in the palm of your hand. If you do step by step what I tell you, you will experience the orgasmic feeling of the pleasure of revenge with your own hands, as it hurts the most, step by step, cautiously, without waste.
He was silent. He got lost in the man's voice, plunged into Frank's triumphant face in the social networks, mutilated his soul in the tragic scene while disconnecting Ismat, a cold froze her chest, her eyes became aggressive.
- I accept, I accept. They shook hands.
“Revenge is a dish that is served cold, enjoyed slowly and has a very sweet taste.”
Taken from the Internet
CHAPTER V
NEW
Six months later
The guru and Yeri had made some changes. The girl had to take a job at a florist near Frank's house. Previously, they had requested the name change. Yeri was amazed at the speed of all that paperwork. Now we were talking about an American citizen named Yesi Polman. She was single, didn't have kids. She had a driver's license, social security and was really settled. He came from Louisiana and had no relatives.
The physical change was important. They gave her hair a reddish touch, which fell down to her back. The curl on that head was strong and beautiful.
That afternoon. The guru decides to open a little the door of his life to the woman. He was shocked to see her so beautiful.
- I must admit that your physical change is a marvel. You look exquisite. They are both organizing the little room that Yeri had rented just three blocks from Frank's house. He had moved out that same afternoon.
- Thank you, guru, but I don't feel exquisite.
- You will feel, don't despair. When he sees what I see and begins to praise you, you will understand; but be careful, we don't want you to end up falling in love with him.
- We've talked about it, it won't happen.
- What guarantees do I have? You'll get mixed up with him. He's a cunning, shrewd man who knows how to get what he wants.
- Then I shouldn't go through with this. If you think he might be able to seduce me, what's the point of continuing?
- Give up? That never happened. You must be present at everything that happens in his life, such as his son, Mac. He's coming to live with him. The mother is somewhat ill and the only person capable of taking care of the child is the
father himself. The child is special.
- Does he have a son? She turns around all of a sudden and her eyes shine.
- Ahhhh, the climax! You're beginning to experience the closeness of your revenge. Your eyes tell me the child is your target.
- How do you know all this?
The guru shrugs.
- None of that matters, dear. Now I want to take you somewhere, I want you to meet some of my hell.
- Now? It's kind of late, don't you think?
- Better late than never.
She looks around, her new place. He had bought everything, he was helping her. They had six months of a mixed relationship between advice and research. She thinks better, looks at the man and smiles.
- All right, I'll go.
- But not dressed like that. Here you go.
He passes her a bag. She pulls out a beautiful silver evening dress, long, transparent slippers and a beautiful necklace. Then the man pulls a bottle of perfume out of his pocket, Delices de Cartier. She laughs more broadly, it's time to have some fun.
In the vehicle
- Is there a long way to go? I think he's been driving for over two hours. He had insisted on covering her eyes with a handkerchief and strangely enough Yeri was starting to feel good.
- No, we're forty-five minutes from the place, don't feel like it.
- My, what a sharp smell of chocolate! It must be a factory nearby.
- I don't think so, maybe she's confused.
- Are you telling me you can't smell that? It's impossible!
-Something. Maybe it's our imagination.
- It would be incredible to start the shared imagination, an entire event.
The car stopped. He helps her out, walks a few steps and feels like an iron gate is opening. He took her by the hand.
- It's a small decline. Come on, let's go down.
- Can I take off my blindfold?
- We're almost there.
They went down in descent. Yeri counted over fifty-seven wide steps. Her front toes protruding from the slippers felt the rustic, unpolished earthenware floor.
