Hell Hath No Fury

Michael helped his wife from the car into their house. Lauren's mental health had been deteriorating for some time now, and he hoped these weekly sessions would let her see improvement, but as they entered the doorway, she dropped her purse and froze, standing absolutely still. Catatonic, but upright. Then, less than a second later, she continued like it never happened. For a moment, Michael thought he imagined it, but then his wife started talking. "Hiya Mikey Kikey. Is it hot in here or what?"

Only one person had ever called him that. But that was years ago, and she was in a mental institution now. There was no way. He looked towards his wife and squinted his eyes. "Gabby?" he asked.

"Haha, guilty!" She smirked with a sinister grin. "I finally overpowered her mind. It took SO long. But here I am." She giddily stepped toward him, almost skipping in slow motion. Her movements were so foreign to Lauren that Michael could truly tell there was a different person in his wife's body. It was extremely unsettling. She continued, "So, as my loving husband, what do you want to do? Do you want to kiss me? Maybe make love to me?"

"Well I...." He broke eye contact and began looking for a way to leave the house. He needed some time to think. "Actually uh... I just think I should..."

"NOOOOO!" she suddenly screamed with rabid intensity. Michael immediately faced her again. "Not again!" She pushed him back against the chair and climbed onto his lap, pinning him down with her weight and getting right in his face. She began ranting like a lunatic. "For years, I have lived through hell. I was never wanted or desired or loved. Why was I always the last one chosen?" There was so much intensity coming from Lauren's eyes that it was quite upsetting to see. "No prom date? No first kiss? No more! I clawed my way back here from the depths of despair, and I am not taking no for an answer. I don't care anymore." Her voice had such raw emotion in it. Michael could tell this was coming from the heart. Still, he was absolutely petrified by the terrifying woman on top of him. "We will build a life together, whether you want to or not."

With that, Gabby straddled him and began grinding against his crotch, trying to put him in the mood. "You're going to fuck me now. You will fuck me whenever I say so. You will keep fucking me until your child is growing inside me. Or I will call the police screaming that you attacked me with a knife." It was an unbeatable ultimatum. Gabby never forgave Michael for turning her down. She probably blamed him for her mental deterioration and getting sent to that institution. Now she had her revenge. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.