Annabelle looked left then right, as though searching for someone, anyone, who could save her. Seeing no one around, she took a deep breath, preparing to scream, but you'd been expecting something like this, swiping the the brush across her face before she could utter a sound, covering her features in a thin layer of black rubber, thereby rendering her blind and unable to speak. She could still hear however, something you intended to take full advantage of.
"No screaming for help this time bitch, Not with this handy little doodad in my possession. And just think, taking away your face is among the least of it's abilities." you said, exaggerating a bit as you had no idea what the actual limits of the brush were, that is if it even had any. "I'm gonna fuck you up good Anna. You'll never take advantage of me or any other man ever again, I promise you that!" You snarled, causing Anna to stagger backwards, trying to get away, only to stumble and fall after only a few steps.
Before she so much as attempt to regain her feet, you were on her, coating her entire body in a think coating of black latex, reducing her height while increasing her girth, transforming her into four and a half foot tall beach ball of a woman, her rolls of fat encrusted in rancid, pus filled sores, her designer clothing reduced to nothing more than the sort of tattered rags that might be found on a homeless person. Still not finished with her, you next turned your attention to her face, as you could hardly leave her without one, she would attract far too much attention. Quickly, you crafted the most hideous face you could think of, wrinkled and ugly in the extreme, covered in warts with a large hooked nose, yellow broken teeth, thick, matted greasy greyish hair, and two crooked, bloodshot eyes, one far larger than the other, giving your ex a truly terrible appearance worthy of something out of a horror movie. As soon as she realizes she has lips again, Anna opens her mouth, most likely intending to demand to know what you've done to her, and order you to reverse whatever you did, only to discover your next little surprise, her mouth opening and closing impotently, but not sound comes out.
"That's right bitch I took your voice away. Can't have you telling anyone who you are now can we? Besides I'm tired of hearing you brag about you job and your money all the time. This way, no one will ever have to hear that annoying voice of yours ever again!" you said with an evil chuckle.
Scooping up Annabelle's purse from where it had fallen, you continued "You also won't be needing this anymore. You're no longer Annabelle Rodgers after all, now your just gutter trash, unworthy to lick the boots of the people you used to consider yourself so much better than."
Annabelle was on her knee's now, tears running down her hideous face, hands in a begging position, silently pleading for you not to leave her as this monster you'd turned her into.
You ignored her, instead informing her "I won't leave you empty handed though, I do have one last parting gift for you though before I leave you to your fate." you said, while digging around in her purse for the item you're looking for. Finding it and pulling it out, you continue "I give to you now my former love a gift most precious, one that all the money in the world cannot buy,. I give to you, the gift of truth." you explain, opening up the compact you'd retrieved, forcing Annabelle to look upon her own horrific reflection, causing her to draw back, letting forth a silent scream as her face twists into an expression of horror and disgust at what she has become.
Satisfied with the level of torture you've inflicted, you grin wolfish, and turn to walk away, but you can't quite resist one last parting shot. "Enjoy your new life Anna, and pray we never meet again, because I might not be so merciful next time."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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