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Supervillain Girlfriend: Anomaly 2 (special preview)
🕑 Added 2021-04-29 21:01:00 +0000 UTCBen’s next visit is a few days later. He wears that mask of bravado and joy that easily slips away once he’s in the room alone with me. I stand there looking at him, waiting for him to complain I’m not wearing the outfit he bought for me.
“I thought for once you’d wear it.” He picks up the box, which I never even opened. “C’mon, for me, just this once?”
“That’s your favorite thing to say, isn’t it? Just this once.” I stride over towards him. “Just this once, Anna, let me take credit for this. Just this once, Anna, pretend you’re a villain. Just this once, Anna, just go to prison.”
He sets the box down. “You’re angrier than usual this afternoon. Should I prepare myself for a pegging?” He jokes.
I smirk and cannot help but laugh. That is one way to put it. My shadows crawl out from under the table and seize his ankles. “My mom told me Oddity was sick.”
“Your horse?” He then yelps as I pull him down upon his knees. My shadows cover his legs, making it appear as if he is sinking down into the floor. “Easy now!” He froths angrily.
I stand before him, arms crossed, gaze sharpened. “I want to go see her.”
“Hell wants ice water. What do you expect me to do about it?” He falls over and tries to gain balance, but my shadows seize his hands as well. He looks like an ottoman, so I sit down upon his back.
“Sunny is willing to come forward about her story now.” I look at my nails. “Oh, did you get my nailpolish?”
He grunts, but he’s enjoying it. “They’re in the box with-wait, what was that first part?”
I reach for the box on the table, opening it up and pulling out a box inside filled with all the shades of polish I asked for. “Our little sister wants to come forward with her story.” I take out the eggplant shade of my dreams and start painting my nails.
“She can’t!” Ben nearly screams.
“And why can’t she, Ben?” I hold my nails up, smiling happily at the dark purple color that matched my aesthetic so well. It even matched the orange jumper I was forced to wear day in day out.
“Because it could ruin me!”
I grab his hair with a shadow, pulling it hard. “You got the point!”
He struggles, trying to pull himself from the ground. “You fucking crazy bitch. You’re not trying to blackmail me for a horse! You could have done this anytime? Why now?”
“Because I want it now,” I hiss at him. “Oddity meant the world to me. I want to see her before she has to die and if that means both Sunny and I spilling our guts about you and your father, then so be it.”
“You’re serious.” he tries to wrench himself from the ground. “You too?”
“I’ll tell them you’re the one that made me, that I took the fall for your failure. I only came here and stay here willingly because I wanted to see you struggle out there without me.” I lick his cheek and he shivers. “So what will it be? My horse or your name?”
Ben looks me dead in the eye. “I didn’t make you.”
I slap him then quickly check to make sure I didn’t ruin my nail polish. “You know what you did, Ben. You know what and who you are, that’s why you hide. That’s why you still come to me. You need me. You can’t be yourself with anybody else.”
“Anna, please-” He sputters.
“I am sick of you begging me.” I walk away from him and sit down on the bed. “Why should I pity you anymore?”
“I got fired!” He screams.
I stare at him. “Oh my god, is that what the meeting was about? They fired you from the school board?” I could almost cackle. “What did you do?”
“Those fucking kids!” He tries to wrench himself from the floor. “They made their report and the board-”
I narrow my eyes at him and laugh. “Stop it, Ben. I’m not going to feel sorry for you. This is your bed, lie in it.”
“But those two little gay shits-”
I thrust a shadow so far into his mouth I’m sure he could swallow it. “You stop right there, you shitty little pig. How dare you? You say that about those young men when you-” I throw out my arms and laugh. “When you are here with me to get your rocks off? Sunstone and Spite are not the problem here. It’s fucking you.”
There’s fear in his eyes, but I can tell it’s a put on, a cover up for his rage.
