I looked down at my enemy’s wife, tied down to my bed and blindfolded. I understood now why he was so obsessed with her. I held her face, kissing her lips.

“I’m back…” I murmured, lifting her blindfold.

Ever since the bastard killed my boss, I’d been keen on getting revenge. I kidnapped his housewife and took her firsts. I filmed me taking her virginity and sent it to him. He spiraled down in a path of depression, knowing he’d never be her first anymore.

I was gentle and pleasing to her, trying hard to give her Stockholm syndrome. Even if her virginity was mine, I still wanted to hurt her husband more. I wanted her to love me over him.

I sat on the bed, looking down at her. I lit up a cigarette as I reached for the cuffs’ keys.

“I got you some stuff to wear. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable in just some old shirts of mine.”