As I approached her, my heart raced, adrenaline coursing through my veins. This was no ordinary encounter; this was revenge in its most intimate form. She was a married woman, and she had wronged me terribly. Tonight, I would make her pay dearly for her infidelity.
Her name was Maria, a captivating beauty with a body to die for. We had been friends for years, but as the years passed, our friendship turned into something more. I had fallen deeply in love with her, but she remained steadfastly loyal to her husband, David. However, as time went on, it became apparent that Maria's loyalty was only skin-deep.
One fateful evening, after a few too many drinks at the local bar, David and Maria returned home. As I stood outside their house, tears streaming down my cheeks, I could hear the muffled sounds of passion from within. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces as I realized that she had cheated on him, and worse yet, she'd chosen to do it with me.
The following months were a blur of rage, sorrow, and self-loathing. But one day, I found the strength to confront Maria. As she looked at me with wide eyes, I told her what I wanted: revenge for her betrayal. She laughed, thinking it was all just a joke - but I had other plans.
That night, as Maria lay in bed next to her unsuspecting husband, I crept into their bedroom. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw me standing over her, and I could see the panic begin to rise within her. But it was too late; I had come prepared.
I reached out, my hands trembling slightly, and grasped a small vial from my pocket. Maria's eyes bulged as she realized what I was about to do. With one swift motion, I opened the vial and poured its contents onto her naked body.
The room filled with a thick, pungent smoke that seemed to cling to every inch of Maria's flesh. As the haze enveloped her, she began to scream in agony, writhing on the bed as if possessed by some malevolent force. Her skin turned an unnatural shade of green, and her muscles twitched and convulsed uncontrollably.
I watched, a satisfied smirk playing across my lips, as Maria suffered the consequences of her actions. I knew that what I had done was wrong, but it felt so right. After all, isn't revenge sweet?
As the smoke finally dissipated and Maria lay panting on the bed, I knew that I had gotten my revenge. The look in her eyes as she begged for mercy would stay with me forever - a testament to the fact that sometimes, revenge can be the most satisfying form of intimacy.