Karl sat in the dim light of his apartnt, his phone screen casting a pale glow over his face. His mind was tangled, swirling with a mix of frustration, hatred, and sothing else—sothing darker.
Eric Langley.
The bastard had gotten away with too much for too long. And now, he was threatening Lina’s little sister.
Karl exhaled sharply. He had to trap him. Make sure there was no escape. But how? He needed leverage. Needed a place. Sowhere Eric felt safe—sowhere he let his guard down.
But Karl had nothing.
He tapped his fingers against the table, scowling at his own lack of progress. "Damn it. There has to be sothing."
And then, like a whisper in the dark, a familiar voice purred from his phone.
"My, my~ Karl, getting stuck already?" Chillie Jean’s playful tone slithered into his ears. Her avatar flickered onto the screen, her digital form lounging lazily as if she had all the ti in the world.
Karl’s eyes flickered to her. "If you’ve got sothing useful to say, then say it."
Chillie pouted dramatically, rolling onto her stomach, propping her chin up with her hands. "Oh, so cold. But fine, fine~ I’ll help, since you clearly need it~."
She stretched, her pixelated body distorting for a second before settling back. "Think, Karl. Scum like Eric? They always have a place—a little nest where they can be their true disgusting selves. Where they feel untouchable."
Karl’s breath hitched slightly.
A place.
Of course.
Sowhere he wouldn’t be afraid to let loose. Sowhere no one could judge him.
A sick little lair.
Karl’s mind raced. He didn’t know where it was, but—
"The victims," Karl muttered, his fingers tightening around the phone. "They’d know."
Chillie clapped her hands together, her eyes shimring with delight. "Bingo~! Now you’re thinking, Karl! Find one of them, squeeze the information out~. Or maybe..."
She grinned wider, her eyes practically glowing.
"You could take a more and more from him."
Karl narrowed his eyes. "What do you an?"
Chillie giggled, curling up like a cat. "Oh, Karl, Karl, Karl~ You’ve already been so creative with your little app. Why not convince soone belong to him to just... spread her lega? A little tweak here, a little common sense adjustnt there~ and boom! The dessert, delivered on a silver platter~."loo
Karl’s stomach twisted slightly. The suggestion was tempting. Almost too easy.
But it wasn’t just her words that unsettled him.
It was her tone.
Sothing about the way she was enjoying this.
Karl swallowed, ignoring the strange pit forming in his gut. "Yeah... maybe."
Chillie tilted her head, watching him closely. Then, as if reading his thoughts, her expression shifted.
And then—
"Ohhh~ but Karl, why stop there~?"
Karl blinked. "What?"
Chillie giggled, twirling playfully. "Co on, you already know what I an~! You’re thinking it, aren’t you? If you’re going to ruin Eric, why not take what’s his? Break him in ways he never imagined~."
Karl frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Chillie leaned in, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.
"His wife, irl front of him, Karl."
A cold chill ran down his spine.
For a mont, the room felt too quiet.
He stared at Chillie, his throat suddenly dry. "His... wife?"
Chillie’s grin widened. "Mmm~ You know she’s still connected to him sohow. You know that if you play your cards right, she could be useful. But more than that... wouldn’t it just sting? For Eric to know that you, the nobody, the fast-food worker, took sothing that once belonged to him?"
Karl’s fingers twitched.
He hadn’t even thought about that.
Not seriously.
He had been focused on Eric himself. On tearing him down, making him suffer.
But this?
This was sothing else entirely.
A slow smirk crept onto Chillie’s lips. "Picture it, Karl. His perfect little world shattering. His paranoia, his agony, his helplessness. Knowing that while he’s losing his mind... you’re enjoying sothing that once belonged to him."
Karl exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple.
He shouldn’t be considering this.
This was... this was beyond what he had planned. Beyond what he had wanted.
But the idea—god, the idea was sickeningly satisfying.
To break Eric not just physically.
But emotionally.
Completely.
Chillie Jean watched him closely, her grin never fading. "You’re already smiling, Karl~."
Karl froze.
He was.
He hadn’t even noticed.
And worse—
His tongue flicked across his lips.
The hunger in his gut had nothing to do with food.
Karl inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself.
This is too dirty.
The thought slithered through Karl’s mind, cold and unwelco. His grip on the phone tightened, his jaw clenching as he forced himself to take a breath.
Breaking Eric was one thing. Destroying him, making him suffer, making him pay. That was justice. That was revenge. But this? This was sothing else. Sothing darker.
Sothing that didn’t feel like justice at all.
He exhaled sharply, trying to push the thought away. "This is—"
"Too much?" Chillie Jean interrupted, her voice syrupy sweet.
Karl flinched. He hadn’t even realized he’d spoken out loud.
The digital woman on his screen was watching him, her pixelated eyes shimring with amusent. She didn’t look disappointed—no, if anything, she looked even more entertained.
"Oh, Karl, Karl, Karl~" she cooed. "You’re hesitating. Why?"
Karl swallowed, shifting in his seat. "Because this isn’t about ," he muttered. "It’s about stopping Eric. Making sure he never does this again."
Chillie leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. "Oh? And what about the people he’s already destroyed?"
Karl’s breath hitched.
"The won, Karl," Chillie purred. "The ones he broke. The ones who used to have dreams, ambitions, bright little futures they wanted to chase. And then he ca along."
Karl’s fingers curled into a fist.
"He ruined them, Karl," she continued, her voice taking on a sickly-sweet lilt. "Just imagine it—a young woman, full of hope, full of life, wanting to build sothing for herself. And then he happened. An ugly, disgusting, pig-like bastard with his greasy hands and foul breath and absolute power over her life."
Karl’s heartbeat thundered in his ears.
"She was sobody’s daughter, Karl. Maybe sobody’s sister. Sobody’s friend." Chillie’s voice was velvet, weaving between his thoughts like a serpent. "And now? She’s nothing. Because of him."
Karl’s stomach churned.
He knew. He already knew all of this.
But hearing it—spelled out so plainly, so vividly—made his skin crawl.
Chillie smiled, her expression one of pure, poisonous satisfaction.
"And yet he gets to move on," she whispered. "Gets to live his life. Gets to laugh. Gets to enjoy his filthy, miserable existence while they—the ones he destroyed—are left to rot."
Karl clenched his teeth so hard it hurt.
"He deserves worse," Chillie murmured. "Much worse."
Karl’s hands were shaking.
He wanted to kill Eric. He wanted to make him suffer.
And yet—
Why did this still feel like too much?
Chillie tilted her head, watching his hesitation with amusent. Then, she giggled.
"You’re so funny, Karl~," she purred. "You act like this is about morality. But let’s be honest..."
Her eyes glead.
"You just don’t want to admit you like it."
Karl inhaled sharply. "Shut up."
Chillie only laughed.
"You want to break him, don’t you? Not just hurt him. Not just end him. You want to ruin him. And what better way..." She smirked. "Than to take sothing precious?"
Karl’s breath ca out slow.
"She was his, Karl," Chillie whispered. "His wife. She knows him better than anyone. Knows his secrets. And wouldn’t it be poetic? While he’s losing everything, while his mind is breaking, while he’s suffering more than he ever thought possible..."
Chillie’s smile widened.
"You could be enjoying what he once called his."
Karl’s pulse pounded against his skull.
The worst part?
She was right.
The idea—god, the idea—was intoxicating.
To make Eric suffer in every way possible. To take what he thought was his. To shatter him from the inside out.
Karl licked his lips, his mind already spiraling with thoughts he shouldn’t be having.
He wanted this.
But was it because of revenge?
Or was it because deep down—deep, deep down—
Sowhere inside him...
He was enjoying it too?
Karl exhaled sharply, pressing his fingers against his temple. His head was a ss, swirling with anger, disgust, and sothing deeper—sothing he didn’t want to acknowledge.
Enough.
This was getting twisted. He had started this because Eric deserved to be taken down, not because he wanted to sink into so depraved revenge fantasy. He wasn’t so sadistic monster. He wasn’t doing this for pleasure.
Eric Langley was filth. A disease. A parasite that had ruined too many lives.
And Karl was going to end him.
His eyes flickered back to the screen, to Chillie Jean’s smirking face. Her expression was full of amusent, like she was watching a play unfold exactly as she had predicted.
Karl took a deep breath, steadying himself, then spoke.
"Enough of this bullshit."
Chillie blinked, feigning surprise. "Oh~? Already getting cold feet, Karl?"
Karl’s fingers twitched, but he didn’t rise to the bait. His voice was flat, steady. "No. But I’m done playing gas. No more distractions. No more debating."
His grip on the phone tightened.
"Starting tomorrow, I’m destroying him."
Chillie’s smirk widened. "Ohhh~ Now that’s the spirit."
Karl ignored her, standing up from his chair. His body was still tense, his mind still buzzing with dark thoughts, but he had found clarity in his decision.
Eric Langley had lived his life untouched for too long.
Tomorrow, that changed.
Tomorrow, the real ga began.
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