This is the Origin Story of Lisa, Queen of The Underworld from “Bound by Love and Sacrifice“:

A Crazy Ex-Wife

Before You Read This Story – Content Warning:

This narrative contains themes and scenes that are extremely graphic, disturbing, and mature. It includes:

• Violent acts and sexual coercion under duress.
• Explicit sexual content with elements of non-consent and degradation.
• Psychological manipulation and surveillance.
• Murder and suicide, portrayed in a dramatic and intense manner.
• Mental health issues depicted in a potentially triggering way, including the consequences of trauma and revenge.

Please be advised that this story delves into dark psychological horror, with a focus on revenge and obsession that could be unsettling or upsetting for many readers. It is not suitable for those under 18 or anyone sensitive to themes involving sexual violence, psychological torment, or graphic depictions of harm.

Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you have concerns about your mental health or are easily disturbed by such content, you might want to reconsider reading this story. Remember, there are support services available if you need to talk to someone after reading.

So It Begins

This story begins on Earth with Alex and Lisa, a married couple who seemed to embody love and passion, and whose relationship was a beacon of joy and admiration to those around them. Filled with laughter, shared dreams, and a connection that felt unbreakable, they were super happy and in the process of growing their family. Their fairy tale began to crumble when Lisa visited the doctor to understand why she couldn’t conceive.

The news hit her like a freight train—she was infertile. Alex, ever the supportive husband, reassured her, saying:
“It doesn’t matter, babe, we’ll be okay. There are plenty of beautiful kids out there desperate to have a family. We can save them and save ourselves at the same time. We could get a boy and a girl like we always wanted.”
But Lisa’s devastation was deeper than Alex could fathom.

“It doesn’t matter?” Lisa snapped, her voice trembling with anger and despair. “I wanted my own kids! It was my one dream in life—to create a beautiful family of my own, not raise someone else’s children!”

Alex tried to comfort her, but his words were met with cold silence as Lisa let reality sink in, and she sank with it. From that moment, something in Lisa changed. She withdrew into herself. Living life like a zombie, nothing seemed to matter to her. The warm, vibrant, and energetic person she once was had been replaced by an empty shell without personality. She sank into such a dark place that it was almost as if you couldn’t really see her face because it was covered by shadows.

Time passed, and though Alex tried to carry on as before, their relationship had lost its spark. Intimacy faded, and Alex’s nightly attempts to connect with Lisa were met with silence and indifference. Sex was something Alex began to crave more and more. At bedtime, she would turn her back to him, her face a mask of emptiness. Alex, tired of this behavior, would just shut his eyes and force himself to sleep, avoiding thinking about anything.

Months turned into a year and a half of growing distance. Alex tried to do everything he could to bring her back, but despite his efforts to bridge the gap and recover their once-lively relationship, he was met with loneliness. No matter what he tried—taking her to a mental institution (though she refused to show up), encouraging her to start working again to occupy her mind, or asking her parents to convince her to go outside and clear her mind—it was all the same. She just stood there like a cold wall, refusing to move or listen to anything she was told.

Reaching his breaking point, Alex talked to her parents and his own about a divorce. None of them wanted it, but they knew it was the best thing for him. He was still young and had a future ahead of him. Lisa’s parents agreed with the decision and prepared Lisa’s old room for her return home.

That evening, Alex told Lisa, “I can’t do this anymore, Lisa,” his voice heavy with resignation, his heart broken. “I want a divorce.”

Lisa didn’t argue. When Alex handed her the divorce papers, she simply nodded and signed them. Alex packed her essential belongings and helped her into the car. They headed to Lisa’s parents’ house, where she was greeted by her parents with big hugs. But she took those hugs the same way a tree would if you hugged it—standing stiffly, arms down, waiting for it to end. She then headed to her room and instantly fell onto her bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Her awakening came two days later in the form of a nightmare. She dreamt of her perfect future, or what could have been. It was her and Alex with three children—Alex holding their youngest while she walked hand in hand with the other two. But the dream twisted into a horrifying vision. It switched from her first-person perspective to a third-person view, as if she was leaving her body. Her face darkened and transformed into another woman’s face. A stranger had taken her place. The thought of Alex building a happy family without her sent a wave of rage through her.
“How could Alex be allowed to enjoy a happy family while I was incapable of having one?” she thought.

Her parents, worried, had brought a doctor home during her deep sleep, but they were told she was fine, just exhausted. The doctor explained that most likely she would recover completely, or at least partially, once she woke up. Relieved by the news, her parents let her continue sleeping.

Lisa’s nightmare only got worse. Now, she saw Alex marrying someone else. As they leaned in to kiss and celebrate their union, Lisa felt like she was falling into darkness. This jolted her awake.

When Lisa woke up, something inside her had shifted. She stood up, completely unaware that she wasn’t dressed, and walked out of her room, following a scent. Her parents, surprised and confused but also relieved, rushed to her side. She had been asleep for three whole days. They began asking her how she felt and if she was okay, but Lisa ignored their questions. She was focused solely on the aroma of her favorite soup, her nose twitching as she moved aggressively toward the scent.

She found the soup on the dining table, where her parents had already served themselves. Without hesitation, she ate both bowls of soup and everything else her mother had prepared, completely ignoring the barrage of questions. Once she finished, she burped, then started laughing hysterically as tears streamed down her face. She hugged her parents tightly and said, “I’m home.”

They all burst into tears, hugging each other. Lisa then took a shower, got dressed, and told her parents there was something she needed to do. She added that she wasn’t ready to talk about what had happened yet. Without saying more, she grabbed her car keys, unlocked the car, and drove straight to a tech store, her mind racing with a newfound purpose.

Newfound Purpose

She left the store with a bag full of tiny spy cameras, GPS trackers, battery banks, and a couple of Starlink antennas. Lisa called Alex, knowing he wasn’t home. When Alex answered, Lisa asked if she could go pick up some stuff she had left there.

Alex, surprised to hear her speaking so normally—especially considering she had barely spoken in months—replied, “Glad to hear your voice; you sound good. I’m glad living with your parents helped you. You can go, of course. I haven’t changed the door locks, so your key will still work. I gotta go now, gotta get back to work. I’m glad you’re doing well. Bye.”

Lisa responded, “Bye, Alex.”

What Alex didn’t know was that Lisa was already inside his house, strategically placing spy cameras in key locations throughout the home. She grabbed the long ladder from the backyard, climbed onto the roof, and installed the Starlink antenna. She ran the cables through a hole she drilled, which led to the attic where there was a power outlet. After sealing the hole with silicone, she climbed down, carefully putting everything back the way Alex had left it.

She configured the cameras to connect to the Wi-Fi provided by the Starlink antenna, ensuring everything was discreetly operational. Once finished, she left Alex’s house, making sure everything looked untouched.

When she got home, Lisa opened her laptop, typed “YouTube” into Google, and began searching. She quickly fell down a rabbit hole of tutorials on creating hyper-realistic AI videos. She discovered a whole world of AI-generated avatars, deepfake technology, and voice cloning. It didn’t take long before she stumbled upon videos teaching her how to use these tools to make videos that could fool almost anyone if viewed casually. The thought sent a thrill through her. The possibilities seemed endless, and she was determined to master it all.

With that out of the way, she felt it was time to continue her plan. She began looking for cleaning companies, specifically those with night shifts. Once she found a few options, she narrowed her search to one specific location: Alex’s job at the marketing firm he worked for. She knew Alex only worked from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., leaving her with more than enough time for her intended night shift from 11 p.m. to 6 a.m. Monitoring his home wasn’t enough for her growing impatience. She needed to expand her reach.

After all, Alex’s job was a significant part of his life. It was where they had first met. Back then, Lisa had been an influencer, and MAF (Marketing Agency Firm), Alex’s workplace, was notorious for helping influencers and entrepreneurs start their journeys. Lisa knew Alex wasn’t the type to go out often, so if he were to meet someone new, it would likely be through his job. She couldn’t risk missing any part of his life.

When her first day of work arrived, Lisa came prepared. Among all the cleaning supplies in her cart, she hid her tools: cameras, wires, microphones, and the Starlink antenna. She worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning everything thoroughly and earning a few compliments from her supervisor. By working fast, she left herself with four free hours to execute her plan.

She began her masterpiece. Lisa placed cameras in every discreet spot she could find—areas that wouldn’t raise suspicion but also allowed her to hide the wires. Corners of break rooms, under desks, even in the meeting rooms where Alex and his colleagues often brainstormed ideas. She moved methodically, her movements calculated and precise.

Once the cameras were set, she moved on to the Starlink antenna. She needed a stable position, and a high shelf in the storage room seemed perfect. To avoid leaving any marks, she placed four pieces of cleaning cloth on the table she climbed to prevent scratches or dirt. Once on top, she worked quickly but carefully, installing the antenna and running its cables along the edges of the ceiling where they would remain hidden.

By the time her shift ended, the setup was complete. Lisa stepped back to admire her work, ensuring everything appeared untouched and ordinary. She clocked out with a polite smile, leaving the building as if nothing had happened.

At home, Lisa powered up her laptop and checked the new feeds. The cameras worked perfectly, capturing every corner she needed to watch. She connected the Starlink antenna to her system, syncing it with the surveillance grid she had already established at Alex’s home.

Her screen was now a collage of live feeds: Alex’s house on one side, his workplace on the other. Lisa leaned back in her chair, her eyes flicking between the two. On one screen, Alex was making coffee in his kitchen. On another, the empty office she had just left glowed faintly under the surveillance lights.

“This is it,” she muttered to herself, a sly grin spreading across her face. “I’ll know if you are happy, you can’t be happy. You don’t get to start a family if I can’t!”

Lisa felt a rush of control and satisfaction, a twisted sense of purpose that fueled her. She wasn’t just watching Alex; she was weaving herself into every part of his life. If Alex thought he could have a happy life, he was gravely mistaken. If Alex thought he could live a happy life, he was gravely mistaken. Lisa had a new goal, one that would ensure Alex would never understand or experience the love of a family.

The thought of Alex finding happiness, building a life, and having a family while she could never have children festered in her mind like a toxic seed. Her envy for him, once so pure, had twisted into a dark, obsessive need to ensure he remained as isolated and miserable as she currently is. The mere image of him smiling with a wife and children, sharing inside jokes, or experiencing the warmth of intimacy made her blood boil with envy, igniting a simmering sense of vengeance. “No,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with anger and twisted determination. ‘He doesn’t get to move on. He doesn’t get to be happy. If I can’t have a family, then neither can he!’ Her words dripped with a sinister tone, her voice curling like the eerie cackle of a witch from an old tale.

Alex’s Newfound Feelings

Alex shuffled through the day’s schedule, already mentally preparing for the next appointment. It was a consultation with a new client—a small-time entrepreneur looking to grow her brand. He glanced at the file: Melisa Carter, a name unfamiliar in the industry but paired with a photo of a warm, smiling woman with kind eyes.

The knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Hi, I’m Melisa,” she greeted, stepping into his office. Her handshake was firm but unpolished, her nerves betraying her confidence. She wore a simple navy blouse and slacks, looking more like someone trying to prove herself than an established businesswoman.

“Alex,” he replied with a professional but welcoming smile. “Please, have a seat.”

As they discussed her goals, Alex quickly realized how passionate Melisa was. She explained her dream of expanding her modest clothing line—a mix of handmade designs she worked on in her small apartment.

“I know I’m not a big name yet,” she admitted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “But I believe in what I do. I just need the right help to get noticed.”

Her humility caught Alex off guard. Most clients walked into his office with demands, expecting miracles without effort. Melisa, however, had an earnestness about her. She didn’t expect the agency to do all the work—she wanted to grow alongside their efforts.

“I think we can definitely help you,” Alex said, handing her some preliminary plans. “Your designs speak for themselves. We just need to get the word out.”

Her smile lit up the room. “Thank you, Alex. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

Over the next few weeks, Alex and Melisa met frequently. What began as strictly professional consultations turned into relaxed conversations over coffee in the agency’s lounge after hours. Melisa’s stories about her struggles—balancing her part-time waitressing job while handcrafting designs—gave Alex a newfound respect for her resilience.

One evening, as they wrapped up another session, Alex hesitated before she left.

“Melisa,” he began, clearing his throat, “you’ve been working so hard, and I think you deserve a break. How about we grab some drinks this Friday? Just to unwind. No shop talk.”

She blinked, surprised, then smiled. ” I can’t really do this, I’m super busy…” she started walking away but looked back and said “You know what? That sounds great. I think I could use it.”

Lisa sat in front of her laptop, her eyes glued to Alex’s calendar. She noticed the repeated meetings with this “Melisa Carter.” At first, she dismissed it as another client, but the frequency of their appointments and the late-hour chats piqued her curiosity.

Digging deeper, she found Melisa’s clothing line and social media accounts. There was nothing flashy about her presence—just simple photos of her designs and the occasional heartfelt post about her journey. Lisa scoffed, but something about Melisa’s authenticity unnerved her. She wasn’t like the other women Alex had worked with. She was real. And that made her dangerous.

Is This Supposed To Be Painful To Watch?

Lisa, knowing that they had both walked out together, decided to call in sick for her night shift and stuck tight to the computer screens. Her eyes darted between the multiple screens in her cramped apartment. The room was a mess—half-empty coffee mugs littered the desk, and the dim glow of the monitors cast long shadows across the walls. Tonight, she’d seen something she could not ignore.

The camera inside Alex’s house flickered to life, showing him fumbling with his keys, slightly unsteady as he opened the door. Melisa was behind him, laughing softly as she leaned against the doorframe. Lisa’s hands clenched the edge of her desk as Alex guided Melisa inside.

Lisa whispered to herself, her voice sharp and venomous, “How come you are allowed to be this happy? Do you really not care how I would feel if I saw you building a family with this woman?” She sipped her coffee, the bitter liquid doing little to calm her nerves. Her heart raced as she saw Melisa sit on the couch, her laughter ringing through the speakers. Alex disappeared into the kitchen, only to return moments later with two glasses of water.

Lisa watched, her breathing growing heavier as Alex sat next to Melisa, closer than he needed to. The way their bodies leaned toward each other made Lisa’s stomach churn. The sight of Melisa’s hand brushing against Alex’s arm sent a shiver down her private parts, a shiver she hadn’t felt or even thought of in years.

“God, this is so cozy,” Melisa said, her voice tinged with warmth. “Thanks for inviting me over. I feel like I haven’t laughed like this in ages.” Alex smiled, his cheeks still flushed from the drinks. “You’re easy to talk to. I haven’t felt this comfortable in a long time.”

Lisa couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. Her mind raced with curiosity. She gathered all her attention, sat even closer to the screens, and started unbuttoning her pants.

Lisa’s fingers continued their work, her eyes never leaving the screen. The room was silent except for the soft sounds coming from the speakers. She watched as Alex leaned in, his hand gently touching Melisa’s cheek, pulling her closer. Their lips met in a kiss that seemed to slow down time itself.

Melisa responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around Alex, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. The camera captured every tender moment, every whispered word that was too low for Lisa to hear but clear in its intent.

The air in Lisa’s apartment grew thick with her breath, her excitement palpable. She watched as Alex’s hand slid down Melisa’s back, the fabric of her shirt bunching under his touch. They moved together, a dance of intimacy that was both beautiful and torturous to watch.

Lisa’s own touch was mechanical, her focus entirely on the screen where Melisa’s laughter had turned into soft moans. Alex guided Melisa to the couch, their movements fluid, almost choreographed. The camera caught the moment Melisa’s shirt was discarded, revealing skin that glowed under the soft lighting of Alex’s living room.

Lisa’s heart pounded in her chest, her eyes wide with a mix of jealousy and arousal. She was a silent participant in this dance, her own desires mingling with the scene unfolding before her. She watched as Alex’s lips traced a path down Melisa’s neck, each kiss seeming to echo in Lisa’s quiet room.

The screen showed the couple’s passion escalate, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was both graceful and primal. Lisa’s hand moved in sync with their pace, her breathing becoming more ragged. She was lost in the moment, her own fantasy intertwined with the reality she was witnessing.

As the intensity on the screen increased, Lisa’s grip tightened, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. She was both envious and aroused, caught in the thrill of watching two people lose themselves in each other, unaware of the third eye that watched their every move.

Conflicting Emotions

In the dim light of her apartment, Lisa’s mind was a battlefield of clashing desires. She wanted Alex to suffer, to rip away the joy he shared with Melisa, but she was equally hooked on the thrill of spying on their private moments. It was an addiction she couldn’t kick, one that left her feeling both omnipotent and utterly helpless.

As the nights passed, Lisa attempted to wean herself off this obsession. She ventured into the more conventional realms of adult entertainment, watching pornographic videos in hopes of redirecting her desires. But the thrill was absent; it was just empty pixels on a screen, devoid of the personal connection and the sweet sting of jealousy that watching Alex and Melisa provided.

Frustrated and restless, Lisa’s curiosity then led her down a darker path. She had heard whispers of the dark web, where anonymity allowed for the exploration of any fantasy, no matter how bizarre or taboo. With a mix of eagerness and trepidation, she navigated to the depths of the internet, using Bitcoin to ensure her privacy.

Here, she found sites where fantasies were not just watched but could be tailored to one’s darkest desires. She browsed through offerings that promised to fulfill any wish, from exiting setups to more sinister scenarios. But even in this shadowy marketplace, nothing quite matched the specific intoxication of watching Alex and Melisa. The personalization of her obsession was missing; these were strangers, not the people she knew

Lisa’s dilemma grew more complex. She wanted to eliminate Melisa from the equation, to see Alex’s joy crumble, yet she also couldn’t bear the thought of losing her nightly spectacle. Her plans oscillated between sabotage and surveillance. She considered anonymous threats, social media manipulation, or even more direct interference in Melisa’s life, but each idea was met with the harsh reality that removing Melisa might also remove her own perverse pleasure.

Lisa, with her mind a whirl of dark fantasies, decided to take a drastic step. She bought a gun, the cold metal in her hands sending a tingling sensation down her private parts, a reminder of the thrill she craved. But as she held it, she realized that simply killing Melisa wouldn’t satisfy her; there was no pleasure in that, and pleasure was what she hungered for after years of stagnation.

Returning to the dark web, Lisa began to indulge in a more sinister form of entertainment. She tipped hosts with Bitcoin, specifically for videos that matched her growing obsession with themes of rape. The rush these videos gave her was intense; the mere act of watching and touching herself would lead to an almost instant climax. She was getting addicted, and she knew it.

Her consumption of this content escalated, her heart pounding with each new video, each scenario feeding into her dark desires. Recognizing her as a regular, even through her anonymity, the hosts knew her for her specific interests. In a moment of reckless abandon, fueled by her addiction and the wealth of her family, Lisa decided to act on her darkest fantasy.

She sent a substantial amount of Bitcoin to her favorite host, along with her name and pictures, requesting they orchestrate the rape of Lisa, herself, no matter the cost, and to post the video on the dark site. This act was not just about satisfying a craving but also about reclaiming control over her desires in the most perverse way imaginable.

As she waited for her dark wish to come true, Lisa’s mind was a whirlwind of guilt and excitement. She was exploring depths of depravity she didn’t know she possessed, all while justifying it as the only remedy for her insatiable hunger. No longer merely an observer, she had morphed into the architect of her own grotesque narrative, pulling the strings from the shadows where ethics dared not tread.

The day Lisa had both dreaded and awaited with a macabre eagerness arrived with the cold certainty of fate. Having orchestrated her own dark web nightmare, she was wholly unprepared for how her fantasy would twist into a living horror. She had been planning for this moment over several weeks, sending her parents abroad for two full months under the guise of needing privacy for a project. To her parents, she seemed to be thriving, maintaining a facade of normalcy through work and behavior; they were due for a vacation anyway, making her plan seem like a perfect opportunity. Lisa ensured her house remained unlocked, a silent invitation to her own undoing.

She was at home, her defenses lowered, when three men and a woman, all strangers, burst into her apartment. Lisa had scarcely a moment to react before they overpowered her, dragging her into her bedroom where her darkest fantasies were set to become her waking nightmare.

The first man was all brute force, his presence devoid of any semblance of warmth or compassion. With a hunger in his eyes, he pinned Lisa beneath him, her body tensing, muscles straining under his overpowering weight. His voice, a harsh whisper like sandpaper against her soul, commanded her with cruel precision, each word a shackle around her autonomy. As he forced himself inside her, the camera, held by another, captured every degrading moment, the lens drinking in the terror in her eyes, the helpless flailing of her limbs, and the unwelcome intimacy forced upon her.

The second intruder took a different, yet equally cruel approach, savoring the slow unraveling of Lisa’s dignity. His actions were deliberate, each movement calculated to prolong her suffering. He whispered sweet, venomous nothings into her ear, his breath hot and invasive, turning her tears into rivers that stained the sheets beneath her. His hands roamed over her, claiming every inch of her skin, his touch a mockery of affection, as the camera zoomed in on her face, recording every twitch, every tear, every silent scream.

Then came the third man, his sadism palpable in the air, his pleasure derived from her pain. He leaned close, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered vile promises, his voice a dark symphony of control and degradation. He toyed with her, twisting her pain into something almost intimate, yet grotesquely wrong. His hands were everywhere, asserting dominance, as the camera captured the horror in her eyes, the involuntary shudders of her body, the stark contrast of her suffering against his glee.

Finally, the woman entered the scene, her presence a twisted echo of femininity. She donned a strap-on with an eerie calm, her eyes locked on Lisa’s, a perverse reflection of what could have been sisterhood. Her movements were methodical, each thrust a calculated strike against Lisa’s psyche, the camera focusing on the surreal act, capturing the clash of bodies, the sound of flesh against flesh, the gasps and moans that were not of pleasure but of deep-seated violation. This wasn’t just about overpowering her physically; it was an assault on her very sense of self, a mockery of intimacy that would scar her memory forever.

Throughout this ordeal, the cameras captured every moment, turning the vile act into a spectacle for the dark web audience Lisa had unwittingly joined. The room was filled with the sounds of violence, despair, and the occasional cruel laughter, a symphony of horror.

Later, as the perpetrators left, leaving Lisa in a shattered state on her own bed, the video began to circulate on the dark web. Lisa, now a victim of her own twisted desires, watched the video back in her room. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and a twisted form of arousal. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she watched her own violation, her own hand moving in sync with the act on the screen. She was both the victim and the consumer of this nightmare, her body reacting in ways she hadn’t anticipated, the pleasure mixed with a grotesque realization of her own corruption.

As the video ended, with her left broken on her bed, Lisa’s climax was sharp, a climax of darkness that left her in a state of both satisfaction and disgust with herself. She had crossed a line from which there was no return, her mind now forever tainted by the act she had both imagined and endured. The room was silent except for her ragged breath, the screen now dark, but the images burned into her psyche, a testament to the depths of her own depravity. In this moment, Lisa realized she had reclaimed control over her desires in the most horrific way possible, no longer reliant on Alex and Melisa’s intimacy to fuel her arousal. She had become the architect of her own downfall, the master of her dark fantasies, and the consumer of her own pain.

Regrouping Ideas and Feelings

After the violent tempest of her own creation, Lisa felt a clarity she hadn’t experienced in years, as if the perverse pleasure had momentarily cleansed her mind of its darker urges. This surge of satisfaction promised to keep her sexual obsessions at bay for at least two years, giving her the space to regroup and strategize with a mind now marked by its own scars.

Lisa walked the delicate line of normalcy, her inner demons now plotting a more calculated revenge. She observed from afar, allowing Alex and Melisa’s relationship to grow, to give Alex the illusion of building something substantial. Her plan wasn’t to merely interrupt a casual affair; she aimed to dismantle something precious, to frame Alex, leaving him devastated, isolated, and his dream of a family in ruins.

The news of Melisa’s two-month pregnancy hit Lisa like a shockwave, stirring a potent mix of envy and surprise. It was the catalyst she needed for her plan. She pulled out her old uniform from her time as a door-to-door tech salesperson, a relic of a past life, and made her way to Alex’s parents’ house. They greeted her with warmth, their memories of the “good girl” Lisa from her days with Alex still fresh in their minds. They were genuinely pleased to see her thriving, and when she offered them an 80-inch TV, free Comcast, and a Starlink internet antenna for just a membership fee, they were taken aback by her generosity, though the cost was manageable.

Lisa, with a deceptive lightness in her tone, mentioned she had seen Alex’s post on Facebook about the upcoming addition to their family. “I’m really happy for him,” she said, her voice measured. Alex’s parents exchanged a look, aware of the sensitive history; Lisa and Alex had parted ways partly because she couldn’t have children. She continued, “It’s okay, I’m over it. I’m a new person now. If you see him, tell him I’m genuinely happy for him.”

She spent the afternoon meticulously installing the gadgets, her movements precise, her demeanor helpful, ensuring everything was set up to their satisfaction. As she bid them farewell, her smile was a mask that hid the sinister plot simmering beneath. With access to their internet connection, Chromecast, and the TV, Lisa had now armed herself with the tools for her ultimate revenge. She was ready to spin a digital spiderweb, one that would trap Alex in a nightmare of his own, unimaginable to anyone who knew him.

As Lisa walked away, her steps echoing a cold satisfaction, Alex’s parents, still basking in the glow of their new gadgets, couldn’t contain their excitement. They immediately picked up the phone to call Alex, their voices brimming with enthusiasm.

“Alex, you won’t believe this! Lisa came by today,” his mother started, her voice filled with wonder. “She set us up with this amazing TV, and we’ve got free internet now! It’s like a gift from heaven!”

His father chimed in, “And she seemed so happy, so different. She even said she’s genuinely happy for you and Melisa. She saw the post about the baby on your Facebook!”

Alex was taken aback, the mention of Lisa stirring a complex mix of emotions. “She did? That’s… unexpected,” he replied, his voice cautious yet tinged with relief.

His mother continued, “She’s come so far, Alex. She told us to tell you she’s a new person, and she truly seemed to mean it. It’s wonderful news, isn’t it?”

In that moment, Alex felt a wave of conflicting feelings—gratitude for the unexpected kindness from his ex, coupled with a lingering wariness. But the joy in his parents’ voices, the genuine excitement over the new technology and Lisa’s apparent change of heart, momentarily eased any doubts. He hung up, pondering this new development, unaware of the dark machinations Lisa had set in motion.

Lisa knew she had to act quickly. With her eyes glued to the screens, she timed when both Alex and Melisa headed to work. Seizing the moment, she drove to Alex’s home. She tried the front door first, but to her surprise, it was locked – Alex had changed the locks when Lisa wasn’t watching the cameras.

Unfazed, she remembered the back door, a glass one with an unconventional lock that Alex probably hadn’t figured out how to change. True enough, it was still the same, and she still had the key for it still. Lisa slipped inside, her heart racing with the thrill of her own audacity.

She knew precisely when Melisa would return from work, always the first to get home. With a calculated calmness, Lisa made her way to Alex’s bedroom, setting up an alarm on her phone for one hour before Melisa’s usual arrival time. She lay down on Alex’s bed, the very bed where she had once shared dreams with him, now a stage for her sinister plans.

As she waited, sleep took her, not out of exhaustion but from the dark comfort of knowing her revenge was about to unfold. Her dreams were a chaotic mix of past happiness and visions of the chaos she was about to unleash.

When the alarm sounded, Lisa snapped awake, her mind immediately back to the task at hand. She checked her watch; the timing was perfect.

When the alarm sounded, Lisa snapped awake, her senses sharp. She heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, followed by Melisa’s keys being placed on the table. Lisa listened as Melisa moved through her routine: the sound of water running as she took a bath, the rustle of packaging as she grabbed a snack, and finally, the soft glow of the television as she settled down to watch Netflix.

With the gun in her hand, Lisa moved silently towards the living room where Melisa sat, engrossed in her show. The moment was ripe with tension, each step Lisa took measured and silent. She positioned herself just behind Melisa, the gun pointed directly at her, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal herself.

As Melisa laughed at something on the screen, completely unaware of the danger behind her, Lisa stepped into view, her presence a dark shadow cast over Melisa’s peaceful evening. The gun’s cold steel gleamed in the light from the TV, and Lisa’s voice, when she finally spoke, was calm yet laced with venom.

“Hello, Melisa,” she said, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

Fun Before The Final Act

Time passed, each second ticking away like the slow drip of a suspenseful metronome. Alex finally got home, his steps careful and quiet, mindful of Melisa’s frequent naps, which had become more common due to her pregnancy. He entered the house, moving through the familiar routine of taking a shower, reheating some dinner, and then heading to his room to join Melisa.

But what he found in his bedroom was far from the peaceful scene he expected. Melisa was there, but not as he had left her. She was naked, her limbs tied securely to the bedposts, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. Before Alex could react, his voice caught in his throat as he saw Lisa, sitting in the corner of the room on a sofa, the gun in her hand now pointed directly at him.

“Alright, now that we are all showered we can get started, don’t you think?” Lisa’s voice was chilling, her smile even more so, a twisted grin that promised nothing good. The room seemed to shrink around them, the walls closing in with the weight of the situation.

Alex stood frozen, his mind racing to comprehend the nightmare unfolding before him. Melisa’s eyes darted between Lisa and Alex, her breaths shallow and quick, the reality of her situation sinking in with each passing second.

Lisa’s control over the situation was palpable, the gun a clear indicator that she was the one dictating the next move in this macabre game she had orchestrated. The air was thick with tension, fear, and the silent cries for help that neither Alex nor Melisa could voice.

Alex’s shock turned into a mix of rage and fear as he finally found his voice, “What the fuck is this, Lisa? What are you doing? I’m going to fucking call the police!”

Lisa’s grin widened, her eyes glinting with a dark satisfaction. “Oh, the police you say? Well, I guess they are going to find a dead baby and its momma,” she said chillingly, shifting the aim of the gun towards Melisa’s belly.

Melisa, her face streaked with tears, was unable to scream or speak, her mouth stuffed with her own underwear, her body trembling with terror. The room was silent except for the muffled sounds of her distress and the heavy breathing of Alex, who was now caught in a nightmare beyond his wildest fears, his protective instincts clashing with the stark reality of his helplessness.

Alex, his voice a mix of disbelief and desperation, said, “Lisa, are you serious right now? Why are you doing this? How did you even get in? I switched the front door lock.

Lisa, still holding the gun steadily, responded with a cold, detached tone, “Oh, Alex, you always were so predictable. The back door, remember? You never figured out how to change that one. As for why…” She paused, her eyes narrowing, “I guess you never cared how I felt”

Alex replied, frustration edging his voice, “Dammit, I knew I should have changed the lock on that door, but it was harder and unconventional. I should have hired a pro. But I never would have thought that you were going to do this. You’re the only person with that key.”

Lisa’s voice was ice, “Do you really think you have the luxury of thinking about if you should have hired someone or not? Can’t you grasp the situation?”

Alex’s voice rose in anger and confusion, “What the fuck are you even saying? This is madness, don’t play around, hand me the gun. I promise I won’t call the police. I’ll talk to a good friend of mine who works in a psychiatric facility, and they will help you there. You need mental health help.”

Lisa answered with venom in her voice, “I don’t need your fucking help! Plus, besides, don’t you see Melisa all naked? She’s ready for that cock of yours.”

Lisa answered with venom in her voice, “I don’t need your fucking help! Plus, besides, don’t you see Melisa all naked? She’s ready for that cock of yours.” She then pointed the gun back at Melisa’s belly, whose crying intensified, and Lisa said, “See, she is crying of happiness; we were waiting patiently for you. Now do what I fucking tell you if you don’t want a hole in your woman and kid and start fucking her now!”

Alex, with panic in his voice, said, “Alright, alright, I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt her or the baby, please, just take it easy.”

Lisa sneered, “You see how easy it is. Here, I’ll help you out. I know it will be hard to get your friend up in this situation.” Alex approached, avoiding all visual contact with Melisa, after all, he was doing all this for her, he wanted to see the end of this nightmare and keep his family intact. She placed the gun against his balls, the cold iron sending a shiver through his whole body. Lisa opened her mouth and started blowing him while maintaining eye contact the entire time. She was doing a really good job, her movements fierce and rhythmic. For a second, Alex relaxed, momentarily forgetting the horror of the situation, his eyes rolling back as he gasped in satisfaction.

Melisa, horrified by what she was witnessing, managed to release a muffled, anguished noise through her gagged mouth. This sound snapped Alex back to reality. His arousal vanished like a cold bucket of water had been thrown over him, his body tensing as his erection shrank away.

Lisa said, “You never change, Alex, always the gentleman, so sentimental. I was really excited to test you, but I guess that won’t be possible. Good thing I came prepared; I knew this was going to happen.” She handed him a Viagra and told him to drink it. And so he did, his face full of sorrow as he looked at Melisa, silently mouthing “sorry” to her. Melisa’s eyes, brimming with tears, nodded in acknowledgment.

Alex, his voice resigned, said, “Now what? Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want? If so, let’s get over with it already. Just drop the gun, I know you won’t kill me”

Lisa replied, “No, no, Alex, you got it all wrong. Although, you know what, I definitely won’t kill you, that’s for sure. If I were to kill you, how would you feel all the sadness I felt?”

Alex said, “Just what do you want from me then? Tell me what to do and I’ll do it, just don’t kill anyone. We can work this out.”

Lisa creepily said, “Alex, Alex, Alex, tch, tch, tch, we are going to enjoy this final act before we get to the killing. Even though, thinking about it, you just moved my heart, how sweet of you. I’ll promise you this: you will get rid of me once this is all over and won’t see me again after we have our fun, okay? Does that sound good?”

Alex, with blind hope, replied, “Yes, yes, anything, just anything, and then you disappear and leave us alone forever, I accept.” Lisa grinned with an unsettling, twisted joy, and said: that’s a good boy, now fuck her and fuck her good.” Alex looked at Melisa with a full hard on erection from the Viagra effect and mouthed with his lips, “I’m sorry its going to be ok”

Alex poured some lube on his dick and went full force on Melisa, who couldn’t contain herself, rolling her eyes back and moaning, a mix of pain and pleasure crossing her mind. She could barely articulate what sounded like a word, “Har-der.” Alex, with pained eyes, knew she was doing this to help ease his mind and focus on the task at hand. He acknowledged her determination, grabbed her by the hips, and started fucking her even harder, thrusting his cock in and out as hard and fast as he could.

Lisa began to feel very aroused by the whole situation, unbuttoning her pants and slowly undressing. She moved her hands to her clit, starting to masturbate as hard as they were fucking. She quickly realized she wanted to be part of the fun as well. Unable to contain her excitement, she said out loud, “Yes, Yes! This is better than watching you on a screen, Alex.” Alex paid no attention to her words, thinking she was referring to some old video of their intimacy. Clearing his mind, he continued to move faster and harder, kissing Melisa all over her body, slapping her tits, and grabbing them hard. Melisa could no longer contain herself; she was genuinely enjoying this, as were they all. It became such a guilty pleasure that they all decided to indulge in and forget about the world.

Seeing Melisa reaching her breaking point, Lisa stood from the chair in the corner, pointed the gun at Alex, leaned in close, and told Alex, “Put it in my mouth, I want to taste her.” Melisa’s face switched from anger to jealousy; she was angry that Alex stopped at the best moment and jealous that it was Lisa who had his dick in her mouth instead of her. Alex, on the contrary, hid his genuine smile; he had always dreamed of having a threesome with two girls, and he was losing his mind at the sight of Lisa sucking his dick while Melisa was all wet and sweating from the action. Lisa then started touching Melisa all over her body until she reached her clit, and Melisa could not hide her pleasure. Possessed by ecstasy, Alex grabbed Lisa’s head hard and fucked her mouth like there was no tomorrow, choking her and making her gag as he went deep down her throat.

Lisa took a step back, gasped for air, and said, “Now fuck her ass, I want to taste her ass as well.” She poured more lube all over his cock as well as Melisa’s ass. Alex wasted no second as he was about to realize another of his dreams; he always dreamed of fucking Melisa’s tight ass, which she had never allowed. Melisa opened her eyes wide, saliva pouring from her mouth as she was totally lost in the world of pleasure, never imagining that pain could feel this good. Lisa climbed on top of Melisa in the 69 position, rubbing her clit all over Melisa’s face, enjoying how Melisa’s nose slightly entered her pussy. Leaning forward, Lisa grabbed Alex’s dick and put it in her mouth, and Alex lost his mind; he couldn’t believe this was happening, a dream come true. Lisa then put his dick back onto Melisa’s ass, and they all began to reach the peak of their ecstasy. They moved in rhythm, faster and harder, and like a melody, until they all came at the same time.

Final Act- The Unravel

Lisa went, “Wow, that’s the best sex I’ve had in years, right guys?” And indeed, it was the best sex they had all experienced, but once they came, the realization of what they had done, combined with the situation they were in, hit them like a truck. Unlike Lisa, who had planned everything out and remained calm, Alex and Melisa looked at each other with expressions of sheer disbelief, their eyes screaming, “WTF have we done?”

The room was suddenly thick with the weight of their actions, the post-coital haze evaporating into a sobering reality. Melisa, still bound, felt the sting of shame and confusion, her body betraying her mind’s protests as she lay there, vulnerable and exposed. Alex, now detached from the moment of passion, felt a surge of guilt and fear, his protective instincts overwhelmed by the knowledge that he had just partaken in something so twisted and wrong.

Lisa, however, was a vision of satisfaction and control, her plan having unfolded exactly as she envisioned. She casually adjusted her clothes, the gun still in hand, her demeanor one of cold triumph. “Isn’t it amazing how the body can enjoy what the mind might never approve of?” she mused, her voice dripping with a mix of pleasure and disdain.

Alex’s mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare, while Melisa, who had moments ago been lost in the throes of unwanted ecstasy, now struggled against her bindings, her tears a silent testament to her internal conflict. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the air charged with the aftermath of their shared debauchery.

Lisa, sensing the shift in atmosphere, decided to press her advantage. “Now, wasn’t that fun? But remember, this was just the appetizer. The main course is still to come,” she said, her tone chillingly playful, hinting that the night was far from over.

Alex said with doubt in his voice, “Okay, that’s it, just like you promised, can you now leave us alone? We won’t call the police or report that this ever happened, after all, we don’t want to share what happened here…” Lisa’s face turned completely serious, and she asked him, “Don’t you want to know why I’m doing all this? Aren’t you curious?”

Alex answered, “It’s obvious that you had a sexual fantasy with me that you wanted to realize.”

She slowly moved her gun and pointed it at his balls while she said, “No, no, silly goose, that was just the appetizer before the main dish, but I really enjoyed it, I think I needed it. Anyway, the real reason I’m doing this is because if I can’t be happy and have a family of my own, you won’t either.” She fired her gun, taking his balls off him. Blood spread everywhere, and he started to scream, as well as Melisa, whose horrified face could not believe what had happened.

Alex screamed and said, “What do you mean? Are you still obsessed over the fact you are infertile? I told you we could have adopted, God fucking damn it! It fucking hurts, you crazy bitch!”

Lisa smiled and said, “I told you I wanted my own kids. Also, you should get a towel or something and apply pressure there if you want to live.”

Alex did exactly that and said while doing it, “So all that visit to my parents’ house and all that talk about you being happy for us having a kid was pure jealousy and lies then?”

Lisa, “Bingo, exactly that. You don’t get to have a family if I can’t.” She then shot Melisa dead. Alex jumped to Melisa, trying to apply pressure to her chest wound while saying, “Don’t go, don’t go, not you. Lisa, you wanted me, why involve her?”

Lisa said, “She bears your child, isn’t that obvious?”

Alex continued to try to revive Melisa, and while he was doing that, Lisa grabbed her phone and started streaming to Alex’s parents’ TV everything that was happening. But before that, she threw the gun close to Alex. The stream started, and she said to Alex, “Like I promised you, you will live, and you will get rid of me forever, all you have to do is pull the trigger.” He grabbed the gun and pointed it at her head. Without hesitation, both his parents saw how he shot her in the head. And just like that, Lisa’s masterplan was completed.