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It all started on the school bus
I'm not sure what the EXACT word for this is, if there is one, but I have a general idea of it's components. This happened when I wasn't any more than eight years old and has stayed my biggest fantasy ever since. I don't remember if seats were assigned, or if this girl purposely sat next to me, but she always sat next to me for one reason or another, and the whole ride she would quietly make fun of everything about me. I smelled, I was ugly, I was stupid, blah blah blah, delivered in bored tones, but with an occasional smirk or giggle. Anything I tried to say back was instantly flipped right back on me in that same bored tone, as if it were so easy she almost didn't even enjoy it. Then I broke my wrist and needed a cast, it happened at school, but was nothing to do with her, fell off something. I had always been even more mad about her little game than I should have been though, because part of me actually enjoyed her torment, and that confused the hell outta me. So I get this cast. I have it for awhile and she's still doing her thing every morning, until one day I get an idea for a little "experiment". She said one thing too many and I raised my casted arm as if I was going to bash her over the head with it. Game changer! She ducked and cowered in the seat trapped next to the window! "I'm sorry! I'm sory! I'll be nice now, okay? I'll be nice!" I slowly lowered the cast feeling both powerful as hell and kind of sorry she would be stopping now. And she WAS nice. We actually started talking a little bit, then actually became sort of friendly, but every so often she'd slip back into it and I'd threaten her with the cast again and she'd straighten back up. This was a periodic thing for the weeks I wore it. Then I got it off. I'll never forget that day. I boarded, sat dawn, and she immediately asks "What happened to your cast?" We had grown somewhat friendly as I said, so my response was automatic when I told her it was gone. That was all she needed. Sweet cozy relief passed briefly over her face, she looked like she had just slipped into something warm and soft and comfortingly protective. She immediately began to make fun of me again, no more boredom, with a wide, evil smile. I raised my "naked" arm as if it still had the cast, she just smiled up at it, smirked back at me, and smugly declared "I'm not scared of you anymore." I told her I still had the pieces and could bring them if she wanted to be that way. All I got was a mean giggle and a "So what? It's just a piece!" I almost WANTED to break my arm again just to regain control, and ever since then this kind of back and fourth power thing has been my biggest fantasy, always enjoying the treatment of mean girls (though mostly verbal) and dreaming of a way to get them under my control so I can see the releif in their eyes when they regain it and go right back to work.
As long as I can remember I was the one on the receiving end of being bullied all thru school even the kids around where I lived took it out on me.
I was in the 9th grade and I was taking auto shop and I learned how to disable a car without getting dirty and I started in getting revenge upon all those who bullied me.
The first one was a neighbor girl who turned 15 and he dad bought her a VW betake convertible and I loosened the oil drain plug on the engine and it happened at the worst time for her. She was rapped by six big blacks and even got knocked up from her ordeal but inside me I said yea revenge is sweet but I also felt sorry for her getting fucked like that but she actually became a friend of mine later on that year.
I did all sorts of things to my tormentors over the years and I got even with them in my own way.
I am 33 now and still getting even with a few of my tormentors that are left. Even traveled out of state to get even with one of my worst bullies, the one that pulled my pants down walking home from school in the 8th grade and I had a hard on dreaming about the girl in front of me, the way I got even was I shot his front tire out going some 70 mph down a dirt road, his car rolled and flipped putting him in the hospital for like almost three months. That was my first time using a weapon to get revenge and afterwards it kinda made me sick but it felt good at the same time.
My high school vice principle was next on my list and I didn't know he wasn't home or else I wouldn't have done it for he lived on a ranch way out in the country with very few neighbors and I set fire to a bag of tinder's on his front porch and rang his door bell. He was suppose to come out and stomp the fire out but it kept burning and eventually burned his house to the ground killing his beloved dog.
My neighbor who tormented me for years I got even with her by hanging her three cats on her back porch late at night and when she came out to feed them in the morning they were hanging there dead and she freaked out saying it was the mafia after her and went off the deep end. REVENGE.
Three more to go :-)