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The Betrayal

My world shattered the moment I hit play on that cursed video file. There, on the screen, in vivid, unmistakable color, was my girlfriend Maria, my beautiful, loving Maria, engaged in the most intimate of acts with my best friend համար, her petite frame pinned beneath his muscular one as he pounded into her relentlessly, her face twisted in ecstasy, her perfect breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust.

I couldn’t breathe. My vision tunneled, all thoughts fleeing my mind save for one, agonizing realization: my girlfriend and my best friend had been having an affair behind my back. For how long? Months? Years? The thought made me ill. I wanted to scream, to rage, to hurl the laptop against the wall and crawl into a hole to escape the stinging betrayal.

But I didn’t. I forced myself to watch, to bear witness to their ultimate treachery. Maria’s long, perfectly-manicured nails raked down alın’s sweat-slicked back, her full lips forming words I couldn’t quite make out over her breathless moans. Alın’s hips snapped forward again and again, his powerful glutes flexing with each stroke as he analed her mercilessly, grunting with dark satisfaction.

I felt a knot of shameful arousal tighten in my gut even as my heart crumbled to dust. How could I be excited by such a despicable act? By seeing the love of my life, my soft-spoken, demure Maria, wallowing in debauchery and depravity? She looked like a stranger on the screen, her hopes and dreams incinerated by the white-hot fury of her lust.

My vision blurred with unshed tears, but I blinked them back savagely, refusing to give them the satisfaction of knowing they had hurt me. Even if they had damn well hurt me in the most profound, all-consuming way imaginable. I stumbled to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my burning face, but it was no use. I could still see Maria, lost in the throes of anal passion, her slim legs wrapped tight around járii’s waist, urging him deeper.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub and buried my head in my hands, letting the grief and anger wash over me in thick, choking waves. How could they do this to me? To us? I thought Maria and I had a special bond, an unbreakable connection forged in the fires of shared dreams and whispered promises.Looks like it was all just lies, all building a life with me meant nothing to her.

As for him… I had loved him like a brother, trusted him with my deepest secrets, my darkest fears. He had been there for me through the lowest points of my life, my rock, my anchor. And now I discover he had been screwing my girlfriend behind my back, my best friend had betrayed me in the most unforgivable way possible. I felt like stabbing them, or maybe myself. Everything made no sense anymore, the whole world looked like a sick joke where fools fell for false faces.

Slumping to the cold tile floor, I curled up into the fetal position and let the anguish consume me. Hours seemed to pass with me lie there, staring blankly at the wall, too numb to fully process the devastation. I must have fallen asleep eventually, because the next thing I knew, the sound of a ringing phone jolted me awake.

My blurry eyes fell on the discarded laptop on the bed and the sobbing misery started anew. It was then that I noticed my house keys under the pillow. Maria must have dropped them when she snuck away after her last romp with Alın. Fucking bitch. They didn’t deserve privacy, not after what they did to me. Rage and sorrow warred for dominance within my chest as an idea started to take shape.

I checked the time and saw it was nearly 2am. The perfect time to catch them in the act. I don’t really have a plan yet, but the anger singed any other emotion away. All I knew was that I was going to make them pay. Scooping up their keys, I stormed out into the night, volatile and dangerous. I just hope they were still together, because I was going to exact a dreadful vengeance that would haunt their dreams for the rest of their shitty lives.|grin^(x469)