Episode 12

Rage....

Hate....

An immense desire to throw a salt shot in that imbecile's face....

Actually, I should have used the rifle....

While I prepare coffee, I feel the weight of last night's argument still on my shoulders.

The words keep repeating and repeating in my head, and all I do is dwell on them, making me boil with rage.

As soon as I finish making my plate, I hear Adrian enter the kitchen.

I just ignore him and sit at the table.

He stands there looking at me for a while, but I continue to pretend he's not there....

He makes his plate, taking eggs, toast, and a glass of juice, and when he approaches the table to sit down, an evil plan fills my mind.

As soon as he goes to sit down, I kick the chair out from under him, making him fall to the floor hard.

The juice that was in his glass spills all over him, mixing with the food from his plate, which was now on his clothes.

A moment of silence follows, while I stand firm, staring at him with a mocking smile, chewing my food.

He stares at me, and I see fury in his eyes.

He gets up fuming and opens his mouth to say something but stops, closing his eyes tightly trying to control his anger as much as possible, and then leaves the kitchen like a hurricane.

I hear his heavy footsteps on the stairs and then him slamming his bedroom door shut.

I laugh internally....

Actually, I cackle as loud as I can, satisfied with what I just did.

As I'm finishing my coffee, I hear his firm footsteps coming down the stairs and going straight to the front door and leaving the house.

Of course, not without slamming the door first.

I get up, put my plate in the sink, and then clean everything up.

Remorse? None...

I'm going to make his life hell until he sends me far, far away from him....

Then I go up to my room...

Let's get started with the plan.

I grab my coat and head downtown, specifically to the health food store.

"Good morning," I say with a slight smile. "Do you happen to have vanilla extract or a very concentrated vanilla oil?" I ask.

"Yes, I do....I have this one here...." The clerk says, taking a bottle and handing it to me. It was darker than the one I had bought. "The concentration of this one is stronger than what is used on the body," he says.

I open the stopper, and the smell immediately hits my nose, making a mischievous smile form on my lips.

"I'll take this one, and I'll take another one for the body," I say.

He takes the bottles and puts them in the bag for me.

"How would you like to pay?"

"You can put it on my dear fiance's name, Adrian Hayes," I say with a fake smile, and the clerk smiles at me. "Ah! I almost forgot. Would you have...pepper?" I ask, and he nods. "What's the strongest one you have?"

From there, I go back home.

He would be back for lunch, so I would start with the worst...

First, I take advantage of the early hour and make some cookies to take to Anne, as a thank you for helping me...

As I was preparing lunch, I felt a twinge of excitement running through my body....

As soon as it's ready, I make my plate and put it on the counter.

Then I go back to the pan and add the pepper and a few more ingredients to mask the smell of it.

I stir a little and turn off the stove.

With a mischievous smile on my face, I take my plate and sit at the table, knowing he was close to arriving...

After a few minutes, I hear the front door open, and I start eating.

He enters the kitchen but doesn't say anything, just makes his plate in silence.

When he goes to sit down, he sits on the other side of the table, far away from me.

Then he starts eating, completely ignoring me....

As he took the first few bites, an expression of initial tranquility on his face soon turned to discomfort.

His lips twitch slightly, his eyes blink more often...

Gradually, he begins to show the effects....

He starts to cough a little, as sweat beads on his forehead...

Gradually, his face starts to turn red, and his eyes start to water, as he coughs uncontrollably.

He drinks water frantically to ease the sensation, but that only makes it worse.

His eyes narrow with each bite, and I could see the tension in his muscles as he tried to hide his agony. Every time he tried to swallow, it was as if the pepper was causing an explosion of heat in his mouth.

Each cough, each drop of sweat, was like a small victory for me. Every time he desperately reached for water, I wondered if he would finally learn his lesson.

While he struggled with the burning pepper, I pretended to be completely oblivious to the situation, concentrating on my own plate.

I had to bite my cheek to contain the mischievous smile, which was getting harder and harder.

Unable to take it anymore, he gets up from the table in a mixture of despair and determination. His face was red, his eyes were watering, but there was a determination in his expression that was almost admirable.

He hurries to the refrigerator and opens it, looking for any source of relief...

Which is totally in vain because I had removed anything that could cut the effect, like, in this case, milk.

With no other choice, Adrian grabs the bottle of wine and brings it to his lips, drinking large, desperate gulps.

Each gulp was followed by a grimace, an attempt to hide the pain he was feeling.

I watched silently, observing his struggle with enormous satisfaction....

After finishing the bottle of wine, he returns to the table, throwing himself into the chair, completely out of breath and sweating.

He undoes a few buttons trying to relieve the heat he was feeling...

Then, little by little... all the wine he drank begins to take effect.

With a mischievous smile playing on my lips, I watch as Adrian struggles with the wine, which is making him increasingly clumsy and drowsy.

He gets up from the table with an unsteady air and heads for the living room.

His steps were uncoordinated, and he could barely keep his balance as he made his way to the sofa.

Finally, he gets there, but his victory is short-lived. With a resigned sigh, he collapses onto the sofa...

A short while later, I hear him snoring...

I walk towards the living room and go around the sofa.

A satisfied smile plays on my lips as I watch him sleep. He looked so peaceful and vulnerable, such a different sight from his confident facade...

"Don't worry, fiance, this is just the beginning," I whisper with a devilish smile.

I leave him sleeping and then go to my room and grab the bottle of vanilla extract and go to his room.

I open the bottle, and with a clean cloth in hand, I pour a few drops of the extract and start walking around Adrian's room.

I run the cloth over the curtains, the bed sheets, and the pillows, making sure the vanilla scent spreads throughout the room.

I also make a point of leaving a few drops in strategic corners of the room, where the aroma could concentrate and spread more intensely.

When I'm done, I go into his bathroom.

I pick up the bottle of shampoo he used regularly and remove the cap, pouring several drops of vanilla extract into the bottle, making sure the liquid mixes with the shampoo. I shake the bottle gently to ensure an even distribution of the scent.

Now, every time that imbecile washed his hair, or entered the room, he would be greeted by the 'unbearable' smell of vanilla.

As a final touch to my revenge for today, I go to the dresser and grab his alarm clock, setting the alarm to wake him up at dawn....

Satisfied, I put the alarm clock exactly as it is....

I go down to the kitchen quietly and carefully begin to clean up the "evidence of the crime."

I wash all the dishes, including the pots.

Once everything is spotlessly clean, I grab the bottle of wine from the kitchen and carefully approach the sofa.

Adrian is lying on his stomach, with one arm dangling off the sofa.

Carefully, I place the bottle in his hand. Since his hand is resting on the floor, the bottle won't roll away.

I leave there and go to the kitchen, grabbing the container with the cookies I made earlier, and then leave the house quietly.

I walk to Anne's house with a light and cheerful step, eager to share my antics with her.

When I get to Anne's door, I knock, waiting for her...

A short while later, the door opens, and as soon as she sees me, she gives me a huge smile.

"Ayla! It's so good to see you," she says and then gives me a hug, leaving me surprised.

"Hi, Anne...." I say a little sheepishly. "I...made cookies, to...thank you for helping me with my things." A timid smile forms on my lips.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you, Ayla..." She says with a sweet smile. "Come on in. Let's have some tea and cookies." She says, opening the door wider for me to enter.

While the water boils, she turns to me with a sympathetic look.

"Oh honey, I heard about what happened yesterday... Adrian is a real jerk, I'm so sorry..." she says.

I let out a tired sigh.

"Honestly, I don't expect anything from him in matters of feelings, but it's so incredible how he can be so apathetic to everything I've been through, how everything he does is fight with me... I don't need him to hug me or say anything, but.... Sorry, I'm venting to you." I murmur.

"Don't you dare apologize!" She says, holding my hand caringly. "Vent away, I want you to vent, that's what I'm here for."

I sigh...

"It's just that it's so painful, Anne.... To see the only thing I had left destroyed.... And intentionally.... I saw the Molotov cocktail they threw inside.... And the worst part is that I can't even leave here to investigate, and even if I could get out, how would I come to a conclusion? I don't know anyone from either village... It was so.... horrible.... Every night I wake up startled by the sound of breaking glass and fire...." A few tears fall, and she rubs my arm in a comforting gesture.

"I can only imagine how difficult it must be, Ayla... But in spite of it all, you can always start over.... People here are good, and they'll like you even more when they get to know you..."

"I don't know if that will be possible... But anyway, I didn't come here to talk about that. I came to talk about how Adrian is lying at this very moment on the sofa, sound asleep, after drinking almost an entire bottle of wine," I say with a mischievous smile.

"Why was he drinking in broad daylight? Adrian almost never drinks. Especially during the day..."

"Ah, that.... was because I put quite a bit of pepper in his lunch, and then when he opened the refrigerator and didn't find the milk, which I had hidden, he grabbed the wine to try to ease the burning..." I say, biting into a cookie.

Anne narrows her eyes at me, serious.

"I don't believe you, Ayla...." She says, shaking her head, still serious. "I don't believe you did that..."

Then guilt washes over me...

I went overboard....

I could have at least waited for dinner.... He has work a-

"I can't believe you did this without talking to me first! Girl, I was going to tell you everything he hates to make it even worse!" She says, leaving me surprised, and then slowly, I start to laugh, and the laughter turns into a cackle.

"So tell me, tell me. Everything you know." I say, and a sinister smile forms on her lips....

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