Alive Again Naturally

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Its me again.... world.  Once again cheated out of my relief in the world I am heavily medicated, fresh home from a month in hospital and all the wierder.  

I love you all now please put me out of my misery.

~Anah

The gloves are off now

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I got my money, for those who were wondering. He ignores me now, but he must have told the boss. They're torturing me at work. They give me impossible lists of manual labor projects like moving one riser to the next, for no apparent reason. They return it all the next day and ask me to do it again. When I ask why they are doing it they say, "Because we decided we liked it better the other way but looking at it again, it looks better on the other side." It's getting ridiculous. I went to the District Loss Prevention Supervisor but he's friends with the boss (of course). The good old boys club. What a fucking shocker. What they don't know is I'm off my meds and I'm caring less and less and less how far I have to go to feel in control again.

I called the boss's girlfriend. The 18 year old he cheated with, knocked up, and left his wife for. If you ever hear my voice, I sound like I'm 13 years old on the phone. I've been approached for my 'talents' several times but of course, they don't know how poorly I'd perform as a phone sex operator. I'd be laughing too hard. But I digress...I use it for other things. I called her and in my best breathy high school voice "Hi, is ____ there?"

I waited. She was breathing so I knew she was there. "Who is this?" she managed, but was it only my imagination that she sounded upset?

"Oh just a...friend." I paused at just the right place. "Could you please tell him to call Kimmy? It's urgent."

Another long pause. "What's urgent?"

"Well I really need to talk to him about it. I know he said not to call here..." A click. Excellent. I hung up and let the smile slide over my face. Once a cheater, always, and damn if women don't know it and think about it constantly.

The next day, he was angry. Visibly angry. Screaming at his employees, throwing shit around, and it didn't take long for the proverbial grape vine to let me know he'd gotten in a huge fight with his girlfriend. The smile grew wider. On to the scumbag's best friend, who had started everything.

I cornered him in the stockroom, just out of sight of the cameras in the middle bay. Oh yes, I am a smart cookie and we are the worst type of sociopaths. I purred his name and he stood up from his squat quickly, scanning the room for any other carbon based life forms. I scooted dangerously close to him. Knowing how freaked he was when I told him to rape me, I knew I could fuck with him hardcore. I picked up one of our top of the line adjustable canes and turned to him, flashing my famous come hither smirk. "You know what these are really good for?" I licked my lips. He started backing away, obviously panicking. "Oh come on, you're a big boy. We can improvise." He ran from the stockroom with my laughter following him.

I'm sure they both want to bust me, but they have no proof. I am very careful. Even the phone call was made from a payphone miles from my house; hell it was in the next town. I'm finished, for now, if they leave me alone. But I suppose we'll have to see. It's probably sick that I'm so tickled by all this. I just don't feel remorse anymore. I wonder if they're finally beginning to understand that?