The Unchaste Punishment

"There's Nothing Wrong with me!"

Have you ever had to say that to someone before? If so, keep reading my story!

Everyone knows that the human brain is an outstanding organ! But what we may not know, unfortunately, is that our brain can become a runaway train without you even realizing it. At some point in my life, I found myself asking these questions. How do you know when you've crossed the line from sanity to insanity? How can you tell when you are out of touch with reality?

I’m about to reveal the answers to these questions in my quest for acceptance, revenge, and love. So I invite you to take this train ride, a tour of my beautiful mind but not so-beautiful life, as they say at the train station. All aboard! I can’t wait to tell you about it! But, of course, I’ll leave out the mundane things and share only the juicy stuff with you.

You see, early on in my life, so many things were happening to me that I knew I didn’t deserve. But as I got older, I guess I exploded. I just did things on the fly. It all happened so spontaneously. I never thought of my actions as me taking revenge on anybody. That’s probably because I felt guilty about it afterward. But truth be told, that’s what it was, revenge. It left such a bad taste in my mouth, and I don’t think I know anyone who likes a bitter aftertaste. I know I don’t. So, after a few explosive and unsavory acts of revenge, I began to recognize I needed to acquire some skills.

I don’t want you to think that everything I’m about to share with you, about me and revenge, was of my own originality. No, I had assistance from a very seasoned, intelligent, and poised woman. My aunt Tiffany, you’ll hear more about this fantastic lady later.

But she helped me think about some well-thought-out choices, decisions, and revenge plots. Ahh, these took me on an exciting journey. I called, in the beginning, providing punishment with pleasure.

I learned that revenge doesn’t always have to be evil and bitter. Instead, it can be sweet, titillating, and tantalizing, leaving the palate pleasantly satisfied and sometimes wanting more. So, what can take the bitterness out of revenge and make it sweet?

Knowledge is indeed power! Knowing your subject is critical. Then you must acquire the skills to make your subject want or desire something or someone unobtainable. Once you have this power, you need to know the right amount of pain to inflict. After having this information, you get to sit back and experience pleasure watching them grovel, plead and beg.

But heads up! Don’t get caught up in the moment of this pleasure.

There’s a warning, a lesson I had to learn the hard way. Whenever attempting to take sweet revenge on your adversary, always be careful to keep your mind and heart alert to the mission. There is a fine line between love and hate: agony and ecstasy. And the lines can become easily blurred if you’re not very careful.

So, ladies, in particular, pay close attention to my journey. Once I put my sweet revenge mission into action, there will be three provoking questions will be considered. Questions that I did not have the answer to at that time. First, when did I hop on this train of sweet revenge? Second, will I be able to get off this fascinating train? Thirdly, did I cross the fine but dangerous line between love and hate, unknowingly transferring onto a freight train of madness?

But before I get you all invested, let me state before you even ask. “There is nothing wrong with me.” And the only way you will find out is to read this book until the end.

Now that I’ve cleared that up in your mind, let me introduce myself. My name is Taylor King. I’m a very relatable young lady, and I know you will connect with my story on some level, and if you can’t relate to me at all, it’s okay. You will still enjoy every drop! And those who click with me on every level. Then like me, you will soon learn that there’s nothing wrong with you either.

In my story, I will introduce you to the three men in my life and their effect on me boarding this symbolic train that appears so natural. You see, this train analogy is quite similar to the human brain. But, like a train with many parts and compartments, our amazing brain is also composed of many factors. And compartmentalizing is a skill I had to learn and perfect.

So, where do I start? Yes, Donald King, the man that was supposed to provide and protect me. The one person I expected to love me unconditionally. But what I received from him was far from protection and love. Instead, he made me question things I assumed were natural, like blood. Is it thicker than water? Hmm, we shall see, at least in my case.

Then there was the other male Eden that came into my life. Almost like a superhero! He was tall, good-looking, wealthy, and very much spoken for at the time of our meeting.

Of course, his already committed status friend-zoned me immediately. But he was there and cared for me when I had no one else. For sure, I thought he was sent from heaven or something. He gave me a listening ear, that broad shoulder to cry on when I needed it.

Then, sometime later in my life, before my friend Eden ruined our friendship. Yes, he ended up disappointing me greatly at some point too. But before he did that, he introduced me to one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen.

Eden’s handsome friend's name was Samson Knight. How can I describe this guy? He was charismatic, instinctively keen on females. I found myself instantly attracted to him. But soon after meeting him, I learned what I thought was his true nature. I happened to overhear his cold, harsh words. Admittedly, I was already on the edge, a fragile and broken soul. But hearing his words that night pushed me over the edge, to the threshold of becoming dangerous.

Before I knew it, I had boarded the train of sweet revenge and was on my way to well-thought plots and schemes. I had made a sound decision to make these three men pay! Not for only what they had done to me. But what they had been doing to women in general. My beautiful mother is a prime example. Bless her heart. She died way too early from a broken heart. The Doctor’s said she died from natural causes, but there’s nothing natural about having your heart ripped in two! No, she died because of one of the three men mentioned earlier.