Vienna Heights

Some might look at the years of Violet Donovan's life, see the pain, the heartache, the visceral misery and feel sympathy for her.


I get the sentiment. Really, I do. You see a wounded, starving puppy on the side of the road and your first response is to be sad some evil person could leave such an adorable creature in this condition. You see the drooping tail, the mangy fur, the way it hobbles around favoring its lame paw, all the while staring back at you with those sad, glassy eyes, and it's hard to see anything else. But, sometimes, that puppy is Cujo. Sometimes, it's been left beaten and starved on the side of the road for a reason. Sometimes it's just waiting for the right opportunity to rip your throat out or infect you with rabies.


Sometimes, it deserves what it gets.


So, yeah. You might look at what's about to happen to Violet and see a fragile, broken, victimized little puppy. Me, all I see is a little bitch getting exactly what she deserves.



And, since I'm in such a generous mood, you can call me Santa, 'cause each week, I'm about to give you a gift that keeps on giving ... sweet, juicy, best served cold revenge. Best of all, we're not even going to have to get our hands dirty. Ole Vi will take care of that all on her own. All we have to do is watch it unfold and savor the fallout.



Now, you're going to get a glimpse not only into her world, but into everything she does, everything she says, and everything she thinks or feels. You'll witness the lies she gets caught up in, the compromising situations she puts herself in, and, ultimately, the secrets that blow up in her face. And, she'll never see us coming.



You can thank me later.

--Iris