Preview: Justice
by Beaverhunt

©Copyright 2020 by Beaverhunt

Introduction by ahorsewithnoname: Beaverhunt was a member of my writing website for a number of years. My understanding is that he encountered serious health problems. He hasn't been seen in over three years. As per the site rules, we're publishing some of his work here. We hope for the best for him.

Chapter 1

Monica stared at her reflection and saw what she always saw. The ugliness J always refused to see stared back at her as words from her youth called out so strongly in her mind. Her mother’s words mocked her from the depths of her mind and had to look away from the reflection she despised.

She glanced down her body and saw not the woman she had become, but the child she used to be. J must have been delusional to look at her and see anything other than what she was doing . His words were from an act of kindness, rather than truth. Being her brother and her lover meant he would never tell her the truth, not the way their mother had.

Her eyes were drawn past her trimmed bush to the red rose tattooed on her right thigh and was the only thing to make her smile about her body. What would her mother have said if she knew? Something about only worthless whores gets tattoos. Perhaps something a little stronger, as she considered just how much her mother hated tattoos on women.

Monica smiled at the thought of telling her mother just how much J liked it when she saw it. She was going to be telling her mother many things when she was in her drug addled state. It was an important part of what she had planned. In order to take her life back, she had to have justice.

Her mother hadn’t spoken those words to her in many years, but they were still there. They were always there to remind her she would never amount to anything. She shook a disgusted head as her eyes looked over tits that would never become those of a woman, and hated them more than any other part of her body. When she heard the same comments so many times, there must be some truth to what her mother had said.

Monica firmed herself from withing and returned to her reflection. Where was the beauty J saw? She wished she could see herself through his eyes; not the eyes of her mother. If all went well, she’d be free of the torment soon enough.

She stepped away from the mirror and dressed as she would for work, with casual playing in the back of her mind. There would be no need to return to her reflection, since she wasn’t putting any makeup on. That would come later, since she didn’t want to hear it on the drive back to her house. Monica pressed her light brown hair back and tied it in place before she went through the house one last time.

All of her toys were hidden away, and the straps were in place. She was going to get a lot of use out of everything in time, except for the straps. Monica made sure they were secured to the posts of the guest bed, since she didn’t want to lose time having to readjust everything later.

She went to the kitchen and opened her refrigerator to the powerful scent of piss. There was nothing she could do about the smell emanating from the glass pitcher, but was going to lie and claim she smelled nothing. It looked close enough to lemonade to be convincing, which was the effect she was going for. Her mother already complained about food not smelling and tasting right, and would remind her when she protested.