Post 150: Revenge Conversation

“Omigod you were right, Olivia, serving him papers now,” the blonde said to her friend, “it’s a thrill doing this to him.”

The two women sat in a smartly-suburban, well-appointed dining room, early on a Tuesday morning. Coffee brewed in the kitchen while plans were about to do the same across the oversized table of reclaimed wood.

“You are hitting him from all sides, Sher,” the tall redhead chuckled, “I mean...he deserves everything he’s getting. I’m impressed you were able to hold out this long, surprised that you didn’t do this earlier.”

“It took me awhile to realize it but yeah,” Sheryl responded, smiling to herself in pride, considering what she’d done, all the work it took, what she’d made of herself, “I want to watch as it happens. I want to see how small and weak and powerless I can make him. He’s going to have nothing. He’s going to be nothing, when I get through with him. I’m going to reduce him to a sniveling little...I dunno, cretin, tugging on my skirt, begging me for pocket change.”

“He’s going to be totally dependent on you, Sher,” Olivia marveled, goading the blonde on. She loved that, after all these months of friendship, she’d gotten Sheryl to this point. That she was Viral Positive probably helped, but she was nonetheless absolutely bought-in to the movement, one hundred percent, and it was a sight to see. She knew Sheryl was going to be a fantastic addition to the Collective, when the time came. “A fucking parasite. A leech.”

“Yeah huh? It’s so fucking exciting. So fucking hot. I just have to find the right tit to latch him on to, and I can sit back and just watch him squirm there,” Sheryl mused, pausing to consider the image and smiling in amusement. “Right, or left. I’ll let her decide.”

Gaily, Olivia laughed along with her friend and watched her, looking for any signs of regret, remorse, jealousy. Any hint that she was mourning the life she was leaving behind, or lamenting the one to which she was cursing her husband. What she saw was the opposite. Sheryl was excited, ecstatic, euphoric. She looked eager for the order of this new world.

“Speaking of, you’re in luck,”  the redhead said, “I hear he got step one of the accelerant yesterday.”

To that, Sheryl’s eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open in exuberant shock. Her lids fluttered, and she looked suddenly transfixed. “Ssssnnnnngh...omigod, already?” she moaned, “Wh-what did it do to him?”

Olivia smiled, seeing how plain the effect of the virus was in her friend. She loved this, seeing how enraptured women became now, picturing these newly-weakling men. “Well, we don’t have a measurement yet, but his numbers look good. Here…”

With that, Olivia pulled her phone from up out of her bra, swiped it on.”Looks like he just woke up an hour or so ago,” she said, scrolling through data on an app, “Hasn’t had his caffeine yet. Here, see for yourself...”

As Olivia showed her the screen of her phone, the data detailing her husband’s vital statistics in real time, Sheryl cocked her head, fascinated. “I...I can’t say I understand a lot of this - hey, is that actually a map, showing where he is?” she said, obviously impressed, “but I do find it amazing what we can do.”

”Well, it’s really all thanks to you that this is working, that we got it all to this point,“ Olivia replied, “Do you want this? To be able to track him?”

”Hmm...no, it’s okay. I don’t need to at this point. I don’t want to waste the mental energy on him anymore,” Sheryl answered, sitting back in her chair, “I just love that he’s going to get what he’s always wanted. And that he can see it coming, but’s doing nothing to get out of the way...god. The moron. So predictable.” In reflection, she tapped her long, well-manicured nails on the table, and spoke again. “The rest...they won’t know what hit ‘em.”

Olivia smiled. Perfect. ”Oh, it’s hit them already, they just don’t know it yet,” she intoned, stopping herself there. She couldn’t give away too much, even to Sheryl. “Okay, I’ll get the coffee, and then let’s get back to that new lease agreement...”