Girlfriend takes revenge from boyfriend
Title: “Deadly Vengeance in the Shadows of Beijing”
The bustling city of Beijing was alive, its neon lights flickering and its citizens hustling to and fro. Amidst the commotion, a sordid tale of lust, betrayal, and ultimate vengeance unfolded.
Chen, a young and dashing playboy, had been two-timing his devoted girlfriend, Li, with his curvaceous neighbor Xiao. His lies were as thick as the smog that hung over the city, choking the life out of anything pure and genuine. Li, a bright university student with fiery red hair and an even more blazing temper, had grown weary of Chen’s infidelity. She decided the time for payback had come.
Late one night, as the rain pelted the windows, Li crept into Chen’s apartment, her heart pounding with adrenaline and the sweet anticipation of retribution. She tip-toed past Chen’s snoring form on the couch, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his brow. The fool, she thought as she hastily organized her scheme, doesn’t even know what’s coming.
Li first raided Chen’s phone, scrolling through texts and photos with a vengeance, a snarl on her lips. She discovered lewd messages to Xiao, photos of her in compromising positions, poses Chen had surely requested. Nausea welled up in Li’s throat, but she swallowed it down, choking on the bitter taste of betrayal.
Next, Li turned her attention to the kitchen. She selected the sharpest knife from the block, examining it with a calculating gaze. This would do nicely, she thought, a wicked gleam in her eye.
Li moved with stealth, removing every trace of her presence from Chen’s life. She boxed up the photos of them together, the mementos from their supposed happy memories. Each item packed was like a nugget of resentment Li fed upon. Then, she brandished the knife once more, carving a message into the back of Chen’s phone. So he would never forget.
As the final stroke of the knife fell, a plan clicked into place. Li knew precisely how to wound Chen, how to make him taste the bitterness of loss she had experienced. She harvested select photos of Chen and Xiao, blurred and pixelated them digitally. They would make the perfect cover for the escort service website Li had found. She uploaded the images and waited, the game prepared to begin.
eficient at exploiting Chen’s pride and self-importance, Li texted the escort service’s number to his contacts, writing that he now worked there to earn extra cash. She pleaded with him to keep it a secret. Chen, too puffed up to check the message’s authenticity, readily agreed. Of course, he would make superior money with his slightly crooked smile and well-toned physique.
Within days, the “scoop” of Chen’s sudden career move spread through their university like wildfire. The gossipmongers had grandparents apprised, seniors whispering behind bushes to their shriveled mothers. Embarrassed, Chen feigned sickness and skipped classes to let the internet rumors smolder. But Li had only just begun.
“Chen? Is that you?” Little Wang, the tattle-tale, was working the door at the club that weekend when Chen stumbled in, wearing his shades like they were armor. “Everyone knows you’re China’s finest escort. Or are you escorting Xiao, your upstairs neighbor?” He cackled, his beady eyes skirting over Chen’s tattered reputation like vultures.
Chen fled the club in haste, but not before the creep snapped a photo of his squirming, digging some final nail in his lid. The girls Li had tipped were fast to broadcast Chen’s discomfort, branding his scarred ego on every corner of social media. The photo was captioned, “Vic diferencias? He’s just being a little too generous with throats!” A junior had Photoshopped bikinis on the line of girls in Li’s revenge photo, only to devolve the image of respectable co-eds to cheap tarts.
Hating to crawl into the wrecked husk of his poor reputation, Chen limped home, banging on the door to Xiao’s apartment, begging for refuge. But the pungent stench of revenge was so thick in the air he couldn’t even penetrate her door. He could only wait in the shadows as Xiao delivered her final blow through the mail slot.
“Just remember what you told me, Chen. Easily gotten, easily forgotten,” she chirped, slipping a cheap hotel room key through the crack. Chen could only crumple to the floor in his pajamas as the jingling of a life forfeited chimed into the empty halls.
As dawn broke over the city of beastly appetite, Chen crept back into his shabby apartment. He reached for the phone Li had left in its charging cradle, noticing the awkward script etched into the plastic. He squatted on the wooden floor, tracing his finger along the letters.
“I hope this cuts deeper than the knife ever will,” he whispered, opening the last message from a blocked number that would forever plague his dreams. Blurry, pixelated photos of him, his own body gyrating and grinding against those of the girls he had misled.
“Let this be a reminder,” Li chimed, “of what it felt like to be you, to be a fool blinded by his broken reflections. Consider it revenge repaid.”
