Prelude to Darkness part 3

Prelude to Darkness

Part 3

On December 17, late at night, because Amelia mostly worked nights, as I was poring over documents looking to find the mystery man driving the sports car, Amelia entered silently on her crutches. The room seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy as she approached me, her long leg and cast inside tight fitting yoga pants that left little to the imagination. The fabric followed the delicate curves, revealing her sleek silhouette.

A simple t-shirt and the clear absence of panties and bra truly defined her as a vision. beyond the ordinary. The room held its breath as she moved, each step on her crutches a silent sexual tease.

God she was beautiful.

"Vincent," she whispered, her voice a seductive tone, "it's time to do it, I found him." She said with her black cast rubbing against my leg totally intentionally.

I was caught in a web of desire and dread, unable to resist the magnetic pull that drew me closer to her. Together, we embarked on a journey into the heart of darkness, where the lines between right and wrong were forever blurred.

Amelia, fuelled by an unyielding desire for vengeance, orchestrated a fake meeting with this mysterious figure that was very curious to meet this sexy woman that wanted to be in his next movie. He never realized that she was the lady he hit with his car. He was too drunk at the time to remember her.

Wearing a sexy black cocktail dress, Amelia looked amazing. Her dress accentuated the haunting beauty that emanated from her despite the grim circumstances. A single pump on her uninjured foot, echoing with a subtle, sinister resonance against the backdrop of the empty building that a friend of her father owned.

As me and the driver waited, the lawyer in me struggled to reconcile the grim reality of our surroundings and the coming actions, but Amelia seemed in total control playing the role of an avenging devil dressed like a high fashion model that was supported by underarm crutches, her favourite type.

"Hello, do you remember me?" She said leaning on her crutches, smiling.

Those were the first words that escaped Amelia's lips as she stood on her crutches, her cocktail dress a stark contrast to the grim surroundings. The leg cast, though visible, seemed to accentuate her defiance rather than reflect vulnerability. The lawyer in me observed, captivated by the audacity that emanated from her presence.

The man, caught off guard by her unexpected broken leg, squinted through the dim light as if trying to place her face. A momentary hesitation flickered across his features before he reluctantly nodded.

"Should I? Do you work for me baby? You won't be anymore if you are with that ugly cast. I see lots of young women that want to be part of my movies, "he said.

Amelia, undeterred by the dismissive words. She leaned lightly on her crutches and responded with a tone that hinted at both allure and defiance.

"Oh, this cast? It's not a hindrance, darling, I feel beautiful and sexy at the moment,"

She was walking towards him when she turned on her crutches with a graceful sway, she shifted the conversation from him to me with an air of casual elegance.

"By the way Vincent, did you happen to receive the Christmas invitation from my father?" a flicker of uncertainty in my eyes and I was wondering where that come from.

"Well, then," she continued, her tone now a delicate invitation, she moved sideways on her crutches and that damn cast looked even better than ever.

"Would you be so kind as to escort me? It would be a delightful evening. I'm sure dad has surprises for us" Her words, delivered with a disarmingly sweet smile, held a promise of intrigue,

And then I saw Amelia's eyes glinting with something darker, much darker and sinister as she stepped closer to him, the sound of her crutches echoing with her one high heel stilettos in the desolate space.

"You should remember me. You left me broken, both physically and emotionally in the middle of the street."

He chuckled nervously, attempting to dismiss her accusations. "Look, lady, I don't know what you're talking about. I've got places to be and you have the wrong man."

"Noooo I don't" she said and the lawyer in me recognized the mounting tension in the air, a prelude to a confrontation. Amelia's gaze remained unyielding as she continued moving closer to him,

"You left me lying on the cold asphalt, shattered and alone. Both my legs were broken. But tonight, you'll understand the true weight of your actions."

The man's dismissive smirk faltered, replaced by a hint of unease. "You're crazy, lady. I don't have time for this."

With a sudden, swift motion, Amelia raised her right crutch, her eyes red, ablaze with a fiery resolve. The lawyer in me, torn between a desire for justice and the unfolding chaos, watched as the crutch descended, a strike against the injustice she had endured.

The man recoiled, a mixture of shock and pain contorting his features. The blow was deliberate, a baseball type of strike aimed at his left leg, a mirror image of the torment he had inflicted on Amelia with his car.

The beautiful revenge sound of breaking bones reverberated through the desolate space as his tibia and fibula snapped under the force of the blow. He crumpled to the ground, clutching his broken leg, a semblance of the agony she had endured.

She approached him with measured steps on her crutches, the haunting echo of her stiletto amplifying the gravity of the moment. He tried to crawl.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked, her voice cutting through the disorienting silence. The man, now writhing in pain, could only manage a feeble attempt to crawl away, unable or not strong enough to accept the pain and crawl.

The lawyer in me, now a witness to a twisted form of justice, was slowly grappling with the realization that the scales were tipping, and the retribution Amelia sought was done with a cruel precision that her father would be proud of.

But she didn't seem to be done and that could become very problematic. Amelia's vengeance was crossing the line between perpetrator and avenger .

"You see," Amelia's voice cut through the air, cold and deliberate, "I'm not supposed to put any weight on my broken leg. I had a fifth surgery just a few days ago, this cast is non weight bearing but for you, because you're so special to me and my dad, I'll make an exception."

With a resolute expression, she dropped her crutches to the ground, the echoes resonating through the desolate space. The lawyer in me watched, a spectator to a scene that teetered on the edge of madness and retribution. Amelia, in her sexy cocktail dress, began to painfully put weight on her long cast and walk, keeping the sexy high heel on her right foot.

Every step seemed to echo the pain she was enduring and yet there was a grim determination in her eyes. The man, still moaning in agony from his broken leg, looked on in disbelief as Amelia approached, limping badly but smiling.

She closed the distance and...

Prelude to Darkness
Part 4 to come
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